Once Upon A Mr. Goody Two Shoes

Chapter 2

He isn't old. That was the first observation my stupid brain mustered when I first set my sight on him. Oh, he wasn't even close to old. Probably my age or a year older to me. And too easy on the eye.

I am angry!

Yes, he was damn young. Yes, his voice was deep, melodic, sensuous. Yes, his hazel eyes were too deep for people inexperienced with the methods to stay afloat and not drown into them. Yes, his knife sharp jaw was a sight to behold. Yes, the pure muscles on his arms were mouth watering, screaming masculinity. Yes, his jet black curls were the icing on the cake.

And yes, he did steal your promotion!

My mind kept singing the truth, fighting off the irrational ways my sexually deprived body was reacting to the fine male specimen in front of me.

Only pleasing to look at, we don't know this guy. AND HE STOLE YOUR DREAM POSITION!

But despite me wanting Mr. Abeer Sen to be one mean, egoistic, arrogant brat, reality was far from it. The Staff Meeting wasn't exactly a meeting. More like a chance for Mr. Sen to introduce himself to the staff, much like I had predicted. And to say I was disappointed would be an understatement.

He was a good employee. Professional should be the word. Smart, crisp, and yet warm and welcoming. He shook hands with all of the employees, the young, the old, the juniors, the seniors - all of them. Another reality; he wasn't here to be a part of Mr. Chaudhary's kitty party. He wasn't sucking up to him - wasn't desperate to win his approval.

Like you were, my subconscious added. My cheeks reddened at the thought. It was embarrassment and anger combined.

I no longer wanted to be a part of this entire 'Welcoming Mr. Sen Party'. Already standing far away from the crowd that now surrounded him, it was easy to disappear from there. And I did try. But someone also had a sharp eye.

"Hey, Ms. Singhania, right?" He knew my name.

I inhaled, willing myself to be civil to the bloke, before turning around to face him. He was standing too close to me. Way too close. With only a chair separating us. I looked up at him, wholly because of the huge difference in his probably 5"9' and my 5"2' height. It did no good to my already bruised ego. I flashed him a tight smile.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Sen," I said, being as stoic as I could. He smiled back, which, unlike mine, wasn't fake at all.

"You handle the legal matters of the company right?"

"If that's the work of a CS, then yes, I do," I replied, shrugging.

His smile turned amused. "Then we are in the same department, aren't we?"

"Yes, we are," I said, not wanting to drag this conversation any further. I didn't leave any room for further conversation. But he didn't seem to catch that.

"You're just a CS...?

"No, Mr. Sen, I..."

"Abeer," he said with a smile.

"Huh?" I couldn't have been more dumb.

His smile transformed into a grin. "Call me Abeer. It's useless to keep up the formality."

"I have done Law too."

He nodded. "Cool! See you around then! But wait..." he called as I turned to leave. "What should I call you?"

I smiled sweetly. Payback time. "Ms. Singhania is just fine!" And I left for my cabin, leaving a confused Mr. Goody Two Shoes behind.

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