Assistant to the Villain (Assistant to the Villain, #1)

by Hannah Nicole Maehrer

“Evangelina Sage…or just Evie.”

“Ouch,” she muttered softly, rubbing at her backside. But she might as well have yelled, given the way the black door of The Villain’s office jerked open, shaking the walls and making the rest of the workers freeze.

His mouth twisted down into a frown. He was…angry? Of course he was angry. Evie had interrupted his business by falling flat on her ass.

Thats not y hes angery

“My first what, you little tornado?” “Your first joke.” He grunted and opened his mouth to speak, looking quite outraged, if she were being honest. “Of all the—” He paused to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Sage, do you honestly think me incapable of humor?”

“I like anticipating the good—that way it’s easier to see it…even when the bad happens.” The boss looked at her with some unreadable emotion. “If we could all see the world through your eyes.” “It would be very colorful.”

It’s a wonder you made it to twenty-three at all with the ridiculous situations you get yourself into.

You could fix a broken world with just your smile. She had been wrong, of course.

“Trystan Maverine.” His deep voice was a calm, steadying sound, though hearing a name come from his lips was jarring. How did he make that up so quickly?

Totally Not bc its his real name

“Fluffy? You looked at me and thought to yourself, He looks like a Fluffy?”

“Sir, do you have a night-light?” Trystan shook his head and rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand, mumbling, “I don’t…not have one.”

Adulthood should be illegal.

But then her smile faltered, her brows knitting together as she realized this dress might be what she was buried in if she wasn’t careful tonight. She sighed. At least it was sparkly.

He’d become so good at not wanting anything above what he could take—but this woman was not a possession. She was a person he greatly admired and respected. Someone he relied on more than he’d ever thought possible. Someone to whom he would never admit any of this.

You get this one happy moment, he reminded himself.

The Villain came to an unbidden realization then, so completely tragic that his mind tried to reject the words. But they were there, so plainly it was almost comical. He was in love with her.

“I’m. His. Fucking. Assistant,”

Quietly vowing to herself that she would save The Villain… Or become one trying.

The End. Well…for now.