Title - Don't You Go
Chapter title - RSVP
Author - OblivionsGarden
Genre - Romance/Drama
Disclaimer - I do not own the Uncharted Series in anyway shape or form. I only own the plot points surrounding this series.
Chapter Word Count - 1056 words.

Summary - Working as Rafe Adler's PA had it's up's and down's. Up's being that he paid well, your work was fairly simple and your boss was incredibly attractive. Down's being that Rafe Adler was not the type of man to fall in love with his assistant. (Smutty mini series)(Rafe/Reader)

A/n - A ten chapter, fairly smutty, Rafe Adler mini series. Have fun (:
Please leave a review, I'd greatly appreciate it. Hope you enjoy, xx (:

"Good morning, Mr Adler."

"Morning."

This was your routine, day in day out, nothing had changed since you'd landed yourself this job. You'd been working for Rafe Adler, heir to the Adler fortune from Adler co, for around six months now and it was always the same. But you appreciated the routine. Rafe was a very successful businessman, following easily in his fathers footsteps.

He'd been away for a long time and no one really knew what had happened to him but then all of a sudden he was back. The rumor that was rife amongst the gossipers you worked with was that Rafe Adler had been in some kind of accident that probably should've killed him. He'd been in a coma for months before returning home. No one knew the truth and you expected that they never would.

You hadn't worked for him when he left so you had even less of an idea than everyone else. When Rafe returned from wherever he may have been he decided to do most of his business from the comfort of his own home. You expected this began when he was fresh from the hospital and not quite fit for running back and forth to his company building.

He had people to take care of things for him there, all he had to do was call them. But he had other things that needed taking care of, personal business, public appearances that came with his name, booking meetings with clients, etc. That was where you came in.

You weren't really sure how you'd managed to get the job since you're work history only boasted of a few retail jobs here and there, a short stint as a waitress and one receptionist/admin role for a small car company just outside of your home town. Rafe had conducted the interviews himself, insisting that since he'd be seeing this new employee day to day, he needed someone he could trust and get along with.

And so there you were, at your desk, in your office, inside his house. In the six months you'd worked there you had seen your office, his office, the kitchen and the bathroom. You'd never dared look anywhere else, knowing exactly how private Rafe was. You never wanted to cross any of his boundaries and since this job paid so well, you weren't about to do anything to risk being fired.

Of course, you were strictly professional with your work life but sometimes, times when Rafe would linger in your office or vice versa, you found it extremely difficult. For the most part he was distant, sometimes cold, and never really spoke to you unless it was work related. But there were other times when he would say something that sounded very flirty and caused a warm blush to rise up your cheeks.

You had tried to flirt back once or twice but it usually resulted in alot of stammering and blushing before you ushered yourself away in embarrassment. Rafe never mentioned it after but you could never forget the amusement he held in his eyes whenever you had tried it.

You couldn't say your thoughts didn't linger on him when you were back in the comfort of your own home. You'd be lying if you said you didn't think about him whilst you were in bed. You just couldn't pretend that when your hand slipped into your panties at night, he wasn't the one you were thinking of, you weren't pretending it was his finger slipping inside of you and you definitely weren't panting his name when you came.

But Rafe Adler was not the kind of man to fall in love with his assistant. You knew that, of course you did but sometimes it was hard not to fantasize. Sometimes you missed phone calls because of your damn wondering mind and you always found it hard to explain to Rafe why it had happened. Sometimes with the way his eyes pierced right into your skin, it felt as though he could read your dirty thoughts.

"You have a number of events to RSVP for, sir." You managed to keep you voice calm as Rafe settled into the plush leather chair opposite your desk.

"Anything interesting?" He asked, eyes revealing his boredom already.

"Mainly charity events, art auctions and a ball in honor of Johnson. It's peak season for social soiree's." You smiled, earning a small laugh from your boss.

"Let me see." He held out his hand and you passed over the long list of events he had been invited to. As his eyes scanned the document you couldn't help but notice the blueish brown hues kept flicking up to you. "Confirm all of them, except Johnson's ball, I can't stand that man."

"A-All of them, sir?" You frowned. It was very unlike Rafe to confirm for any more than one, let alone all of them.

"Yes, all of them." He confirmed with a smug smirk and a nod as he moved towards the door. "Oh, and I'll be needing a plus one for each."

"I'll call some of your old friends, then?"

"No... I was thinking of taking you."

"Me?" You choked on your own breath, forcing out a cough as you stared wide eyed at his bemused expression. "But I-I'm just... I'm your assistant."

"Exactly." He sighed a little as he continued for the door. "I would like to have my assistant with me whilst I network... Oh and get yourself something to wear for each event. Put it on your work expense and make sure it's nice."

And just like that he was locked in his own office, opposite yours. You stared down at the document on your desk. Two art auctions, two charity balls and two charity gala's. Six events. Six evening spent in the company of Rafe Adler.

You shook your head of the thoughts that were beginning to cloud it. This was business. You were his personal assistant, he was inviting you along for work purposes. Nothing more, nothing less. But why was he buying you clothes to wear? Because he doesn't want some frumpy looking heifer on his arm, you idiot!

You groaned inwardly at yourself, beginning to send Rafe's confirmation to each event organizer, stomach fluttering every time you had to type the words 'plus one'.