All I Want Is You

Chapter-3

This was extremely irritating. This or her, well both.

After yesterday's incident, Adam had told his assistant that she wouldn't be needed in their afternoon meeting. One that was booked for both of them to attend.

Although his animosity towards her was clear, he could admit that he was itching to see her in action; to see her deal with a difficult client, going over a contract and business details, getting to a compromise that would benefit both parts. Secretly, he wanted to know what was that all about – everything his father and brother (and even his mother) said about this blonde-haired minx.

He wanted to see Princess working her said magic in their favor. Be in the same side of a battle for once.

However, as much as he wanted to, he dismissed all that curiosity in order to save face, for he knew he could not be around her at that moment; not after holding her like that. Not after whiffing her perfume and feeling her smooth skin against his fingertips.

The one day he abused his CEO's power, though with a reasonable purpose, straightaway dismissing her from a meeting she should have attended (a fact that she had tried to remind him, and he simply ignored), Adam learned that he could not hide neither run from his blonde-haired assistant.

Olivia Carlos, CEO and sole heir of Carlos Corp, asked for her by name – first name. She refused to continue the meeting even though Adam had firmly attested his assistant was not available and wouldn't be attending any of her afternoon meetings at all that day.

The stubborn woman had none of that and demanded an out of office hours conference call to accommodate her busy schedule, leaving the room with a glare that promised retaliation if she didn't have her way.

It was simple: no Emily, no deal.

It seemed that the little witch had enchanted more than his family, and he wondered how many more clients she had snared with her questionable charm.

Christmas' lights incident or not, now he had to make her stay after hours the following day.

Her, a Princess, that probably lived five minutes away from this building and spent most of her free time hunting "The One", preferably with the fattest wallet available, to rescue her from the working force life.

Overtime seemed like too much of hard work for women like her...

Adam groaned, his desire to hit his head against a hard surface was nearly amusing at this point.

***

Emily hated him with an indescribable passion.

Damn him and his soft, subtle touches. Damn him and his bottomless, onyx eyes. They were all confusing and made her overthink things. And that was weakening the hatred she harbored towards her boss – that insensible, arrogant, condescending, sexist.

Emily was so out of it this morning – after waking up hot and bothered from a dream that mirrored pretty much her office's four walls, plus a brooding, dark figure pushing her against one of those said walls – that she completely forgot to take her umbrella (or any kind of weather apparel) before leaving her apartment.

To her ever-growing luck, it was pouring sheets that morning. And then she missed two cabs, which led her to walk to the subway and get soaked on her way to work today.

The issue wasn't even her being wet from head to toes, but the state of her Louboutin shoes, that were now ruined. Emily had long learned to keep an extra outfit in her office's drawer for emergency situations like this, however the new shoes had eaten a big chunk of her paycheck last month – and she had really liked them too.