Mornings. What are they good for? Absolutely nothing. What is worse than mornings? Easy, early mornings. Here I am, sitting on my couch eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch, wondering what the hell I did to deserve to be awake at this ungodly hour of the day.
"You're up early this morning," Chris, my annoyingly cheery best friend, smiles at me. Standing in his half naked glory, he is showing off his completely pale complexion. His hair is sticking up in every direction and his dark blue eyes are sparkling with amusement.
"I have that job interview today. Honestly, I really want to cancel it and hibernate for 5 years." I grimace at my bowl of cereal.
Chris chuckles and walks to the kitchen where he prepares his own bowl of cereal. He shoves a mouthful of it and sits down next to me.
"Come on, look alive! You're getting a job interview not a root canal. Plus, look at how hot you look. You'll definitely fit the whole 'sexy secretary' look for sure."
I shove him and get up from my seat. "Well, I have to leave now. I'll call you as soon as it's over. Oh, and I better not walk in on you having sex again!" I totally walked in on him with one of his male lovers, which definitely scarred me. Don't get me wrong, I fully support him but I'd rather not see two people fornicating on the couch.
"No promises, now go and make me proud." Chris abandons his cereal and stands up to give me a hug. After a suffocating embrace, he kisses my forehead. I grab my phone and purse off the counter, then I proceed to open the apartment door.
"You have this in the bag, Gwen! I love you!" Chris shouts, sitting down and reaching for his cereal. I smile and blow him kiss.
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My tan colored wedges tap against the floor, making a beat. The blonde receptionist glares at me. Well, I'm sorry to see that she does not appreciate my heels making the Indiana Jones theme song.
The elevator chimes, pulling my attention. A muscular man, who is sporting a clean buzz cut and sunglasses, walks towards me.
"Mr. Pierson is ready to see you." His voice is just as deep as I expected it to be.
Nodding quietly, I eagerly grab my purse and follow the man to the elevator.
"Alexander Pierson would never give the job to someone like you." The receptionist mutters bitterly.
"Aw, is someone upset because they did not get the job?"
She scoffs, "As if."
My left nipple can come up with a better comeback than that.
"Sweetie, you're practically turning green." I smile widely and flip her off. I make sure my head is held up high as I stride, proudly I might add, into the elevator.
The man laughs at me, "I like you kid."
I raise my fist, smirking. The man raises his and bumps it to mine. We both retract, making the exploding sound.
"We used the explosion sound, we are now friends for life."
He smiles at my comment as the doors open. "Right this way, friend." He jokingly mocks and guides me towards two glass doors.
"Thank you," I grab the steel handle and push open. Mr. Pierson is sitting at his desk, engrossed in paperwork.
His light, blonde hair is slightly long, reaching the nape of his neck and his dark eyebrows are furrowed in concentration.
I clear my throat, which catches his attention. My boring, brown eyes meet a pair of incredibly light blue ones. They are so clear and beautiful. Hell, he's beautiful.
