Conflict of Interest

Man Eater

I did the first thing my brain could conjure up given my situation- I ran. Usain Bolt could be the fastest man alive but I know he has nothing on me in these heels! I head straight to the conference room where I'm sure everyone will be staring at me like the nut-job who decided to be late the one day management decided to visit. 

I stop at the entrance of the foggy glass doors and flattened my dress, ensuring that I don't look too disheveled. I knocked lightly then entered the office- and as I expected, every single set of eyes in that office turned to gawk at me. Seriously, fuck my life.

"Nice of you to join us Ms...?" the questioned lingered in the air. 

"Miss James... sir" I responded hesitantly. 

I make eye contact with the greenest set of eyes I've ever seen. My witty subconscious makes a snide remark and licks her lip at how sexy this man is. GAADAAAMMM. I see his lips move but I am too taken aback by this man's face. Green eyes, nice straight nose, pink full- oh so full lips, paired with a jawline so sharp it could tear through my panties. 

"Miss James?" I immediately stop looking at his broad shoulders that are defined in a navy suit to raise my eyes back to his lips. I swallow the lump that has formed in my throat. I move to his eyes where I see a look of knowingness and a hint of annoyance maybe?

"Yes sir?" Wtf Amira!! 

"Are you the Miss James that's supposedly the 'marketing genius' around here?.." He doesn't give me a chance to respond.

".. Yet here you stand before me, late to your first  meeting with the boss and gawking as though you're staring at a piece of meat. Am I a piece of meat Miss James?" Now this the fucker lets me respond to.

"No Sir. I just got lost in thought, I apologize... For that, and for being late"

"Save it, please have a seat."  He cuts me off.

Asshole indeed, I thought to myself. Perfect start to a perfect morning. 

For the remainder of the meeting, I tried avoiding eye contact with the douche as best as possible. That in itself seemed like quite the task because the man just kept picking on me. While seeking information about the updates on the company's performance over the fiscal year, he felt it necessary to direct most of the questions to me. I was this close to shouting I'm the Marketing Assistant for fuck's sake! How the fuck should I know? But surprisingly, my senses were in tact and I tried to answer the questions, however unnecessary, as best as possible. 

To be honest, he was quite a handsome man, with his dark tousled hair. His eyebrows were thick but still neat and tamed. But the lips, those lips- they were so sexy until he opens his rotten mouth. Do you know those nice girls you went to high school with who were so beautiful until they opened their mouths to talk? Yep, that's exactly what I'm facing right now. 

After tackling what seemed like a hundred and one questions, the meeting was adjourned. I gather my black bag as quickly as possible and opted to run for the door. Just before I leave the room, this man says something so rude and so unexpected- I almost kicked myself for stopping.

"Carnivore." He says. 

I stop dead in my tracks and turn my head to look at him. Is he really addressing me?

To my misfortune, I was the only one left in the room. I smile wickedly and respond

"I may be a man eater but you'd certainly upset my stomach." 

I kid you not, the moment the words left my mouth- I instantly regretted it. 

The man does something unexpected and does something that looks like some semblance of a smile. But I'm not fooled. Once again, I find myself apologizing, and yet again, he doesn't allow me to finish my sentence.

He gets up out of his seat, and for the millionth time today, I feel small as fuck. This ADONIS strides over to me and I am certain my jaw is on the floor with a fly coming to pitch any moment now.  I recover as quickly as possible and try to stand tall to mimic some semblance of confidence. 

His strides are swift but so effortless, as if he was walking on water. And for the first time today, I get to have a full view of him. He towers at least 4 feet above me and I'm 5'8! His navy suit looks as though it was tailored on his body. Fitted and nice, not too tight but abso-fucking-lutely perfect. His suit is paired with cognac colored dress shoes. And before I know it, this man was in my personal space.