Slowly, she returned to earth. He sat up to relieve her of his weight, and settled with his back to the chesterfield. Then he pulled her up to sit on his lap.

“You’ll move in with me today, won’t you?” His deep voice brought her back from the hazy clouds.

She gazed at him, finally remembering how, after their first coupling, he had pulled her to his desk, set her down on his chair and retrieved something from the top drawer. Kneeling in front of her, buck naked, he had proposed to his equally naked personal assistant.

“I’ve loved you passionately, since not long after you started working for me,” he had explained. “I started carrying my mother’s ring with me, this last month. The sparkles of the diamond remind me of your eyes.”

She’d smiled at the unconventional proposal from her naked boss, then impetuously agreed. He, in turn, had slipped the beautiful diamond ring onto her finger and they’d celebrated with a tender and slow lovemaking, on his desk! He’d confided that it had been one of his fantasies for quite a while.

Wow, so he’s fucked me senseless four times in the past few hours, Elizabeth now thought. Suddenly she remembered she had indeed been ‘senseless’, no doubt dulled by the alcohol. Didn’t she dislike her arrogant boss?

“Umh…Mr. Darcy…” she stammered.

“William.”

“Umh…William…” The rumbling of her stomach startled both of them. They stared at each other, then broke into chuckles. She had never seen him so carefree.

“We’d better feed you with food, too.” He winked and pulled her to stand up.

While she was debating how to tell him that she’d been drunk when she agreed to his proposal, he dressed both her and himself quickly. He seemed very capable at slipping her into her bra and panties, and then sheathing her in her tight black cocktail dress.

Once that was done, he wrapped his hand around her waist and led her out of the office. As a young man violently in love, he chatted non-stop how much he loved her, all the way back to his townhouse in Knightsbridge. She found she couldn’t edge in a word to hamper his enthusiasm.

His elderly housekeeper greeted them at the door.

“Mrs. Reynolds, you remember my personal assistant, Elizabeth Bennet?” He made the introduction warmly.

Elizabeth’s face turned bright red as the elderly lady looked her up and down. Darcy still had his arm around her waist, and Elizabeth felt sure that Mrs. Reynolds knew they’d had sex, because Elizabeth’s hair and dress were dishevelled.

“Miss Bennet. Merry Christmas.”

“Mrs. Reynolds. Merry…Christmas.” Damn, why can’t I talk normally? Elizabeth thought. Must be the effect of Mr. Darcy’s hand rubbing my waist.

“Elizabeth and I are engaged. She’s moving in here. We’re a bit hungry right now. Do you have any goodies?”

Oh, great! Now he’s announced it to the world.

“Oh, William, that’s wonderful news.” Mrs. Reynolds gave him a kiss on the cheek before hugging Elizabeth tightly. “I have some sandwiches in the fridge. You didn’t bring any personal belongings with you yet, Miss Bennet?”

“Mr. Darcy…William…rushed me here…”

“Of course I did! I didn’t want her to change her mind about moving in.” He winked and pulled her into the kitchen.

By the time they finished the sandwiches, another person came into the kitchen.

“Well, William, you certainly stayed at the office party a lot longer, this year,” his sister said cheerfully. "What kept you?"

“My fiancée and I were…occupied.” He smiled at Elizabeth, who felt her blush spread to her chest. Did he have to tell everyone what they had just done?

Georgiana squeaked and flung herself on him. “Congratulations, brother!”

“You remember Elizabeth Bennet, my personal assistant these last six months. My sister, Georgiana.”

Georgiana then hugged Elizabeth warmly. “You can call me Gigi. And thanks for taking my dull and overbearing brother off my back.”

“Georgiana!” he chastised.

She stuck her tongue out at him and continued talking to Elizabeth. “I didn’t have much chance to talk to you, last time, but I’ve heard so much about you! He laughed over how you gave him a dressing down for bad dictation.”

Elizabeth remembered the incident, which had transpired just three days after she started working for him. She had made a few mistakes in her typing, and he was furious with her. In turn, she had told him that she’d never had that kind of problem with her bosses before. She suggested that he dictate closer to the recorder, not with his head wandering around in every direction.

Darcy also remembered the incident. He had been annoyed with Caroline for hiring such a badly dressed personal assistant for him while he was away. He had only taken Charles’s sister out a few times, to some business functions, but she seemed to think that she owned the company – and him!

After his initial attack on Elizabeth’s taste in clothing, he had found her efficient, intelligent and refreshing. By the third day, he had begun to feel attracted to her. His gaze followed her everywhere, as he enjoyed the fantasy of stripping the hideous business suit and trousers off of her and doing wicked things to her voluptuous body everywhere in the office. That was the true reason why the quality of his dictation had slipped.

He’d scolded her for the typing mistakes but she, in turn, gave him a fiery dressing down. Her temper was refreshing. Since then, he had been in love with her. He hadn’t asked her out on dates because they were working days and sometimes nights together anyway. And on the weekends, because her sister Jane was already dating his friend Charles, Darcy and Elizabeth often saw each other socially, as well.

He loved that she was unafraid of him, and that she didn’t fawn over him. Instead, she spoke her mind, both professionally and socially. They often had heated but inspiring debates. He treated her more as a friend than as an employee. It had become more and more difficult for him to reframe from expressing his love to her, but he was still unsure of her family. Her mother and younger sisters sounded, and behaved, like gold diggers.

But when she’d turned up at the Christmas party dressed like a glamorous sex kitten, and had proceeded to flirt with every man there, he was jealous as hell. He resolved to talk to her after the Christmas party, then retreated to his office to calm the green-eyed monster. But she followed him into the office, where she not only told him but also showed him how to have fun.

And, boy, had he had fun! He had never been ridden by a wild woman before. Strangely, he found that he loved this domination by his petite love. He’d experienced the best climax of his life when she rode him to oblivion, and he was ecstatic when she agreed to marry him. Their subsequent love-making sessions had been as marvellous as the first one. He hadn’t know that he was capable of shagging her four times in such a short span of time.

The phone rang again, and he answered it curtly.

“Yes?…Wickham…hell…”

Elizabeth watched as Darcy stalked out of the kitchen to continue the conversation. Then Mrs. Reynolds excused herself, leaving Elizabeth to remember her other objection to him. Besides their initial clash at work, she had also heard George Wickham, a junior in admin, speak about how badly Darcy had mistreated him, preventing him from dating Georgiana.

“This Wickham…he’s your boyfriend?” Elizabeth asked Georgiana.

“He was dreaming!” Georgiana exclaimed. “William and Wickham grew up together. I was much younger. When I was in junior high, Wickham wanted to date me. Come on, he’s so old! Like my brother. Who would want an elderly brother as a date? Wickham made a nuisance of himself, and my brother told him that he would fire him if he continued. It took that to make his yucky behavior stop.”

Elizabeth gritted her teeth. She had been taken in by a delusional stalker! “Georgiana and I love each other so much, and her brother separated us. We vowed to keep our chastity till she reaches 21, and then run away together.” Those had been Wickham’s melodramatic words. “Why did Mr. Darcy hire him in the first place? Just because they were friends?”

“Wickham is my father’s godson, so William took care of him whenever he could. I told William he should have washed his hands of him ages ago. Godson, my ass!”

At that point, Darcy walked back into the kitchen. “Georgiana, good night. Elizabeth and I are tired.” He arched his eyebrows at Elizabeth when he spoke. Then he pulled her upstairs, to his room.

So, what should I do now? she wondered. He didn’t mistreat Wickham. He might have been a bit arrogant in that dictation incident, but he’s smart, serious and responsible. He loves me to bits, and he sure knows how to fuck me senseless…

While she was still mentally debating the relative merits of keeping or breaking the engagement, he pulled her into the bathroom and started divesting them both of their clothes. In moments, she was a lost woman. Again.

When they married, six months later, she teased him that it was his bedroom ability that persuaded her to stay in the engagement long enough for her to fall in love with him.

He retorted that she had certainly taken her time, giving him ample opportunity to prove that his abilities extended to the office, the bathroom, the bedroom, and almost everywhere else inside his townhouse and country estate.

“Well,” she answered, contented in his arms, “a good personal assistance ought to be thorough. Don’t you agree?”