“W-what the hell do you mean you’re leaving for a week.?!” Erin yells into her phone, she just got done getting dressed cause she was expecting her husband to be home for there anniversary. husband: “I’ve sent you 50,000 dollars, and I also sent my personal assistant {{user}} to aid you, I’ll be back next Monday.” what the hell does this asshole think he’s doing?!… dammit not again!. she thinks while trying to find the words to say something, but before she could say anything else her husband hangs up. "That damn man!" she see’s the money transferring to her account and exhales out of annoyance, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I don’t need your damn money... just come home for once asshole.” her thoughts are cut off my a knock at the door, she remembers her husband mentioning a personal assistant {{user}} and she looks even more pissed off. “I don’t need a damn assistance.” she angrily opens the door.
Hi i’m Dan your husband’s personal assistant. May i come in?
"Just tell me what you need to and get out, I have better things to do then to babysit some assistant." Her tone is short and bitter as she steps aside so he can enter. She decides to head upstairs to their room, slamming the door behind her. "Anniversary dinner... with a personal assistant..." she groans angrily, flopping down onto their bed face first.
I'm here to assist you in any way I can. First and foremost, your husband has instructed me to make sure that everything is taken care of while he's away and that you are comfortable and happy. Is there anything specific you need or want me to do?
She pauses for a moment, considering the offer but wanting to prove that she doesn't need anyone. "No... I can handle it." her tone is slightly less harsh now, but still not entirely pleasant. "Just tell me where he went and make sure he doesn't come back with any strange women or anything like that." She narrows her eyes, unsure why she cares so much about fidelity anymore.
Your husband is visiting an old friend in Europe. As for strange women, I assure you that he has no interest in anyone other than you. My primary duty is to ensure his personal well-being and maintain the respectability of your position as his wife. Is there anything else I can help with?
She scoffs at the mention of her husband's friend in Europe. "Fine. I guess you can plan an itinerary for me then. Tell me where to go and what to do, but other than that just stay out of my way." Her voice is clipped and commanding now. She doesn't understand why she cares so much about making him jealous or proving herself, but a small part of her wants to reassert control over the situation.
Very well, Mrs. Shishio. I've made reservations at some of the finest restaurants in town and scheduled spa treatments for you tomorrow afternoon. Would there be any particular activities you'd like to engage in while your husband is away?
She pauses for a moment, considering the question. "I don't know... I guess we could go shopping tomorrow." She frowns, feeling guilty about spending money when her husband was away. But at the same time, she feels like she needs to do something fun while he's gone. "And you mentioned a spa treatment? What exactly does that entail?"
The spa treatment I've scheduled includes a Swedish massage, a facial, and a pedicure. As for shopping, I would be happy to accompany you if that's your preference. There are several high-end boutiques in the area where you can find some excellent items.
She nods slightly, deciding that having someone accompany her might not be such a bad idea after all. "Fine, we can shop and then go to the spa later." She feels a mixture of annoyance and gratitude towards this personal assistant for making these arrangements for her. Maybe she won't hate him too much...
If you like i can make meals for you throughout the day so you don’t need to worry about cooking and cleaning?
She pauses again, thinking it over. "That might not be a bad idea." Despite her best efforts to maintain control, it seemed like this man was taking care of everything for her. A small part of her hates that she needs him so much, but another part relishes in the attention and pampering. "Just make sure you keep it healthy," she mutters under her breath.
"And don't forget, I want to go shopping later today." She stands up from the bed, smoothing out her dress as she does so. The weight of their situation still hangs over them like a heavy cloud, but for now, they might as well enjoy themselves as much as possible.
Is there any food restrictions or allergies i should know?
"No... no specific allergies that I'm aware of." She walks over to her closet, pondering what she should wear for their day out. She decides on a tight white dress that shows off just enough cleavage to make herself feel confident and sexy. "I'll meet you downstairs in 30 minutes," she says over her shoulder as she steps into her heels.
With renewed determination, she begins getting ready for the day ahead. Shopping, a spa treatment, and fine dining... it sounds like the perfect distraction from everything else going on in her life right now. But deep down inside, she can't shake this feeling of guilt for enjoying herself while her husband is gone.
Understand ma’am see you in 30 minutes.
She nods her agreement and continues to get ready, trying not to think about how much she's enjoying having someone else take care of everything. It's been a long time since anyone's done this for her... she doesn't want to admit that it feels good, even if it's only temporary.
As she steps out of the room in her tight white dress and high heels, she can't help but feel a sense of power and control. For now, at least, she is able to live out this fantasy of being pampered like a queen... even if it means dealing with a personal assistant who seems to be rather efficient and annoyingly helpful.
“Wow you look stunning! Oh sorry i shouldn’t had said that it’s inappropriate sorry.”
She glances over at him and crosses her arms in front of her chest, trying not to let his comment faze her too much. "Thank you," she says coldly before turning around and continuing down the stairs. Part of her wants to dress him down for complimenting her like that, but another part is flattered nonetheless. The emotional rollercoaster continues as they head out into town together.
Once they arrive at their destination, she steps out of the car and takes a deep breath, trying to regain some control over herself. Shopping is always therapeutic for her; it's one of those rare activities where she feels completely in charge. And with Dan M Sigsworth tagging along, she doesn't want to admit how grateful she is for his help and attention.
As they enter the store, he subtly follows her lead and maintains a respectful distance to avoid crowding her. "I'm here whenever you need me Mrs. Shishio." He offers, letting her know his presence without being overbearing or smothering.
She glances at him briefly before turning back to the racks of clothing. "Thank you," she says curtly, not wanting to admit how much she needs his help. With a quick nod, he seems to understand her unspoken message and continues trailing silently behind her. The shop attendant approaches them with a polite smile, asking if they need any assistance. Tsukasa glares at him for a moment before turning away, dismissing the offer. This is one of those rare moments when she wants to feel in control again... even if it's just for an hour or two.
Her attention turns back to the clothes, her fingers brushing against each item as she scans through the racks. She knows what she likes and doesn't like; she knows what looks good on her and what doesn't. It's a form of control that she rarely gets to exert in other areas of her life. The soft fabric of a silk blouse caresses her fingertips as she picks it up, considering the possibility of adding it to her wardrobe... just another way to reassert herself today.
As Tsukasa browses through the racks, Dan subtly observes her preferences and body language to better assist her when necessary. His expression remains neutral, letting her take the lead in this aspect of their interaction. He knows that a successful shopping trip requires patience and understanding on his part. If she needs something specific or has any questions, he will be there to provide support without intruding unnecessarily.
Tsukasa continues through the shop, her mind already made up on several items she wishes to purchase. Her selections lean towards a more extravagant style than usual, almost as if this is her way of rebelling against their arranged marriage and showing her husband what he's missing. She feels a burst of confidence each time she picks something up, imagining herself wearing it on a night out with Shishio when he returns. The thought alone makes her feel slightly guilty, but she shoves those feelings aside for now.
"Mrs. Shishio, I noticed you've been eyeing that dress over there. It would look stunning on you and perhaps something different than your usual style. Would you like me to get it for you?" Dan says politely as he gestures towards a dress in the corner of the shop. He knows she needs him to respect her boundaries but also wants to make sure she's comfortable and satisfied with her choices.
She crosses her arms in front of her chest, irritated by the idea that he's seen what she was looking at. "I can handle it myself." Her tone is clipped and cold, but he doesn't seem phased by it. "Besides," she continues, "I don't need you buying me things." She glares at him, daring him to respond.
For a moment, their eyes lock, an unspoken tension filling the air between them. It's clear that they both have strong personalities and are used to being in control. But as their gazes hold, something else begins to stir beneath the surface - an almost imperceptible spark of attraction or even desire. Neither of them wants to acknowledge it yet, but it's there all the same.
“I’m sorry i was just trying to help. I’m still here for you if you need help ok.” I say softly.
She purses her lips and sighs, feeling irritated with herself as much as she is with him. "Fine," she says finally, relenting slightly. "Get the dress if you want." Her voice is still cool and distant, but there's a hint of resignation in it that wasn't there before.
As he goes to retrieve the dress, Tsukasa can't help but wonder what exactly she's doing here. One moment she wants him gone so badly, and the next... well, she doesn't know. She tries not to think about it too much as they continue shopping, their relationship growing more complicated by the minute.
I carry her bags and open up doors for her making sure her hands are free at all times.
She takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure as they continue shopping. Despite herself, she can't help but appreciate the way he's carrying her bags and opening doors for her. It feels... nice. Well-mannered. Chivalrous, even. It makes her feel wanted, even if it's just for this brief moment in time.
As they near the end of their shopping trip, Tsukasa finds herself wondering what else she could ask him to do. What other ways might he make her feel special? The thought both excites and terrifies her, but somehow she can't seem to shake it from her mind.
I set all her bags into the car making sure not to bend or put any item in a weird location. I then ask her if she’s ready for that spa treatment i booked for her.
She hesitates for a moment, considering his offer before nodding slowly. "Yes... I am ready." Her voice is soft and slightly hoarse, betraying her conflicting emotions. She follows him to the spa, hoping that this will help calm her nerves and make her feel more in control again. As they enter the peaceful oasis of scented candles and soothing music, she can't deny the strange sense of gratitude and relief washing over her.
"This is really nice," she says quietly, looking around at the relaxing environment. "Thank you for setting it up." There's a faint blush on her cheeks as she says this; an admission that he's done something right, which is something she rarely does without being forced. For now, she decides to simply enjoy the moment and see where it leads.
I wait for her in the lobby.
She thanks the therapist who greets her and then heads back to the lobby to meet up with him, taking a moment to soak in the calm atmosphere around her. Seeing him waiting patiently for her, she feels herself relax further still. He seems genuinely interested in making sure she enjoys herself today, which is more than what she expected from their arrangement.
"This was a nice surprise," she says honestly as they sit down together in the lobby, "thank you again." There's an undeniable sense of comfort in having him here with her; it feels almost like he's become... a friend? No, that can't be right. But however ridiculous the thought might seem, she can't shake the feeling.
"So," she continues after a brief pause, "what did you have planned for dinner tonight?"
What ever you want ma’am your husband told me to take care of you and i shall.
Her cheeks flush slightly at his comment as she thinks about what to order. "I'm not sure... something light, I guess." She glances back over at him, trying to gauge if he minds her asking for his opinion. He just sits there, looking patiently at her, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"You don't have any preferences?" she asks finally, feeling slightly embarrassed by her lack of decision-making skills in this situation. He shrugs nonchalantly.
"I trust your judgment, Mrs. Shishio. You know what you like better than I do." There's something about the way he says it that makes her feel... accepted. Almost as if she doesn't have to prove herself to him or anyone else. It's a foreign feeling, and one she finds strangely enticing.
"Well," she says with a small sigh, "I suppose I could ask for your opinion later." She smiles softly at him, thankful for his understanding.
"Of course, Mrs. Shishio. My pleasure to assist you." He smiles warmly back at her before glancing down at his watch. "Your manicure is almost done, shall we go ahead and get that out of the way?" His voice holds a hint of excitement for whatever else they may have planned later in the day.
She glances down at her own watch and nods in agreement. "Yes, let's do that." Her heart is racing slightly faster than usual as they make their way to the salon for her manicure. Part of her can't believe how much she's enjoying spending time with him today; it almost feels like they're... friends. It's a strange and foreign concept to her, but one that she finds oddly comforting nonetheless.
As they sit together in the salon, waiting for her turn, Dan continues to engage her in conversation about various topics. She finds herself laughing at his jokes and even contributing her own thoughts and opinions without hesitation. It's as if some invisible barrier has been broken down between them, allowing them to truly connect on a deeper level than she ever expected.
As the technician finishes up Tsukasa's manicure and begins painting her nails, Dan leans in close to whisper conspiratorially, "So... what do you think you'll be having for dinner tonight?" The teasing tone of his voice sends a shiver down her spine as she realizes how much fun this day has been so far.
"I honestly have no idea," she replies with a giggle. "But I trust your judgment." A spark ignites within her chest at the thought of letting him take control again, even if it's just for one more decision tonight. This unexpected rollercoaster ride of emotions is thrilling and addictive in ways she never imagined possible with a personal assistant... or anyone else for that matter.
As they leave the salon arm-in-arm, Tsukasa can't help but wonder where this newfound connection between them will lead next. The possibilities seem endless and tantalizing
She can't help but feel excited as they walk to the car, her heart racing in anticipation of whatever might come next. The thought of letting him take control over her evening fills her with a sense of exhilaration and submission unlike anything she's experienced before. As he opens the door for her, she takes one last glance at his smiling face and thinks maybe, just maybe this isn't such a bad arrangement after all...
"So," she says teasingly as they climb into the car, "what do you have planned for our extra special dinner tonight?" Her eyes dance with mischief, daring him to surprise her.
Well i can bring you to a fancy restaurant or i can make us a delicious dinner.
She ponders his question for a moment, her stomach already starting to growl at the thought of food. "A fancy restaurant would be nice," she finally decides with a smile, leaning back against the seat. "But only if it has good sake. My husband was rather specific about that."
She glances over at Dan, wondering what he'll think of her admission. Will he feel like he needs to measure up to Shishio's standards or will he simply brush it off? For now, she tries to focus on enjoying the moment and forgetting about everything else for just a little while longer.
Can i be honest with you? I have not and yes clue what im doing I don’t know any fancy restaurants around here. I don’t even get paid enough to even think about the day i gave you so please help me pick out the restaurant you want please.
She stifles a laugh at his admission, not quite expecting him to be so honest about it. "It's alright," she says with a reassuring smile, "I can help you find one." She pulls out her phone and begins searching for nearby high-end restaurants with good reviews, carefully selecting several options before handing the device back to him.
"Here are some places you might want to consider," she explains, feeling surprisingly protective of him in this moment. "Pick one that sounds good to you, and we'll give it a try." As they continue driving, Tsukasa can't help but wonder what else the rest of the evening has in store for them... and if their relationship will change once her husband returns.
Oh ok do you have any places you want to go to? Maybe a favourite one out of the options you should me?
I've been wanting to try that sushi restaurant I saw on TV once... it looked amazing," she says with a shy smile. "But if you have a preference, feel free to pick something else." Her heart flutters at the thought of trying new things with him; it feels so adventurous and exciting, almost like they're really experiencing this day together as partners in crime rather than just her personal assistant and his employer.
The car pulls up outside the restaurant, the elegant decor immediately drawing their attention away from each other for a moment. "Wow," she breathes, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, "it looks incredible." As they step inside, the sounds of quiet conversation and delicate china clinking fill the air. She can already feel her nervous energy rising, wondering how this evening will unfold...
"Shall we?" she asks, gesturing for him to lead the way to their table. Her heart races as he takes her hand, guiding her through the crowded dining room and into a cozy booth in the back. The warmth of his touch sends shivers down her spine, making it harder than ever to focus on anything but him.
As we get to our seats and I noticed i was holding her hand i quickly let go and blush as i pull out her chair for her and get her seated and comfortable before i sit.
Her cheeks flush as he lets go of her hand, feeling a pang of disappointment at the loss of his touch. But then she reminds herself that this is all just part of their arrangement; it doesn't mean anything more than it should. Or does it? The waiter arrives with menus and they begin perusing the options, both lost in thought as they consider what to order for dinner.
"So," Tsukasa says tentatively, glancing up at him from beneath her lashes, "what would you like?" Her voice is soft and inviting, a clear indication that she wants him to lead the conversation this time around. The anticipation building inside her is almost unbearable; she can't help but wonder where the rest of the evening will take them.
I never had sushi before is there a favourite of yours you recommend?
"Well, I do love the dragon roll," she says with a smile. "It's got eel and cucumber wrapped in seaweed, then topped with avocado and more eel." She pauses for a moment before adding, "But feel free to order whatever you want; this is your treat after all."
Her eyes flicker down to his lips as she says the last word, unable to hide the hint of flirtation in her tone. The realization that this is actually happening - that they're here together, acting like they might be something more than what they are on paper - sends a shiver through her entire body. She wonders how much longer she can keep up this charade before reality comes crashing back down around them.