Pain was my Pleasure

6

Picking up may briefcase of documents for todays important case, I headed out of the door but before reaching down the corridor to the staircase, I had to run back to collect a file I forgot on my ' home office desk' that was just my coffee table but it worked as both for me. Running out the door for the second time this morning, I couldn't help the sudden feeling of confidence that engulfed my whole body. Embracing it, my steps became smaller, my hips swayed in sync and a coy smirk planted itself onto my (plumper than usual) lips.

I reached the office with little time to prepare for the meeting that I had in two minutes, so I rushed straight into the meeting room and set up all my files. This case particularly intrigue me because never once have I met the client himself, only his minions. Well I'm not sure if they are minions but they sure seem like it considering they do every little thing their boss obviously asks them to do.
Today is a good day and I can feel that today is going to be definitely worth my time being at the office.

"Hello yes I am she, if you'd just like to take a seat here thank you." I said directing the clients to the meeting room.
" thank you for arranging this in such quick notice Miss Valentine" one of them spoke ( the minions)
"It is my pleasure sir, now if you'd like to crack on with meeting." I paused passing over the contract. " now everything is in this contract but if you'd like to make any further changes please do email me and let me know and I was very much hope you do consider this offer. I've worked on many cases like yours and I feel that my expertise will greatly help you in this situation."
I spoke with such confidence I was so proud of myself but all the men in front of me just hummed in acceptance. Typical men.
I was to cut open my own thoughts to realise that the whole office floor had gone quiet. Perfectly quiet. Then I realised, A tall man in a grey Armani suit stopped just at the doorway of the glass meeting room, his arm lay lazily on the doorframe. I couldn't help but stare at this man in front of me. No words can describe my thoughts, my mind had gone blank, all my negative emotions been wiped away like they were faint pencil lines.

I looked him up and down, His stance was dominating and powerful, his shoulders were broad; muscular, his fitted shirt hung loosely around his torso but just enough to show is sculpted body, his hands filled with tattoos and scars. Finally I came to his face, and piercing blue eyes stared devilishly at me in return. His plump lips were begging to be kissed, his slicked black hair that was gelled to perfection waiting for my fingers to grasp onto each and every strand.
Oh fuck this man was a god.

Then, a loud rumble came from him. All the men in the room turned to face him and as soon as their gaze fell upon him, they looked shocked yet fearful. In fact their facial expressions showed it all; fear, disgust and dread.