Loving the Don Himself

Not once did I think I would end up in a stupid supermarket buying condoms for my boss's son! And I know it's for him because I wrote the shopping list this morning before I left to go to the main office and then all of a sudden his request is at the bottom of my list.

I grab the box labelled 'small' and throw it into the trolley with the rest of the groceries. I don't know what size he is but I'm sure with his rude, egotistical personality, a small should be just fine.

After paying for the groceries and loading the car I finally begin to make my way back to the Mansion. The streets are empty as it is nearly 9.00 p.m. but people are still up, letting their house lights brighten the road a little more. I prefer to do Mr. Cole's shopping at night, that way he can wake up to a kitchen full of fresh food, and I miss the daily mad rush of grocery shoppers. Though tomorrow he will be coming back in the afternoon from his business trip.

I finally arrive at the house and using the remote above my head I open the garage door, slowly drive in and park next to one of Mr. Cole's vintage cars.

I walk through the dark and into the kitchen carrying the three large shopping bags before putting them on the marble bench and turning on the lights.

As I begin unloading the plastic bags, I hear fast pattering feet coming towards the kitchen and within moments Shawn is standing directly in front of me with his bare torso glistening under the light while holding a pillow to cover his lower half. This doesn't surprise me. He usually walks around in his briefs so I've seen him more than enough times nearly naked.

"Did you get them?" He asks turning to the bench and showing half his bum cheek.

"Oh my god Shawn!" I gasp covering my eyes. I didn't realise he was fully naked!

"What?" I hear him chuckle a little and I frown behind my hands.

"I didn't realise... Gah never mind. They're in one of the plastic bags" I say not letting my hands drop.

The plastic bags rustle as he searches until eventually, he stops.

"They're not there" he says urgently and I can feel him staring at me expectantly though I still don't look.

"Keep looking. They're in there somewhere."

"They're not" He says getting a little impatient and I know I'm going to have to look for them. He is such a child. Well not really, we're both 20 but I'd say I'm the more mature one. I've been working under his father for almost 3 years now as his assistant and I now know the ins and outs of everything in his life, including his son's playboy fanatics. Shawn is usually, dare I say, a lovely boy, a bit hard on the outside but he has his nice moments. The one thing I've learned about him is he loves to have fun with girls. At first, I was shocked at the number of different girls that would come over during the week but I'm very used to it now.

"Fine go stand on the other side of the bench" I say and I immediately hear his feet walk over, allowing me to uncover my eyes.

I begin searching through the plastic bags on the bench and he's right, they're not there. I look down at the plastic bag at my feet that I was midway through unpacking. I bend down and find the box just under shampoo.

As I stand up Shawn is once again standing in front of me.

"Here" I say holding the box out, looking straight into his bright green eyes that are slightly covered by his now messy brown hair, careful not to look down at his lower torso that leads to the black pillow.

"Thanks" he says grabbing the box and I turn to the fridge so I don't get a view of his backside when he walks off.

I open the fridge and begin rearranging the middle shelf so the fresh food can fit.