For all the wrong reasons

Chapter One: The Start Of A New Day

There I was. The new kid on the block. Fucks sake, 27 years old and I'm still just as scared of being the new kid as I was when I was 14. It doesn't make sense. I'm starting my new job today, I'm a little scared. Fuck that, I'm terrified. I'm the new secretary for the CEO of this huge corporation. Daniel Black. To say he is sexy would be an understatement. That man was carved out of diamonds by the gods themselves. I've never understood how men could look so amazing and yet be such dicks.

"Today is going to be a good day" I try to tell myself even though I know that's a lie.

I now stand at the entrance to the office building. It's huge. No it's bigger than huge, it's fucking gigantic. Ok, now the nerves are really getting me. Maybe it's because of how I'm dressed... I'm wearing an oversized black sweater with skeleton bones on it and a pair of black cargo pants. I didn't bother taking out my snakebites or septum piercing, or even my tongue piercing. I have tattoos and the tips of my black hair is dyed white. To say I look like a high schooler is not enough. I look nothing like a secretary. Here I am though... you're probably wondering why I'm wearing such an outfit for my first day at work. It's a complicated story.

I finally decide to walk into the office building. I'm greeted by security and the receptionist. A guard leads me all the way to the very top floor, The 60th floor. Now I'm not one to be scared of heights but.. well shit.

I look up and there is a large desk in front of me. On either side lies large spruce double doors. The security guard smiles reassuringly to me and speaks in a heavenly voice. "This will be your desk. Both sets of doors lead to Mr. Blacks office. He is currently in a meeting so make yourself at home. To the left is the bathroom and to the right is the kitchen."

"Kitchen?" I think to myself. He has a kitchen up here? I don't dare speak though.

"And fair warning, the boss is not in a good mood today." The security guard says.

"He's not in a good mood...?" I whisper nervously.

"No, a deal fell through and he's been on a rampage since." The guard shakes his head and laughs "he's always on a rampage though."

A long silence passes before the security guard speaks up again. "Hey, my name is Atlas, what's yours?"

"Jasper..."

"Jasper... that's a lovely name, little one."

"Little one?" I question, my eyebrows raised. He definitely sensed my apprehension because he gave me an apologetic look and frowned.

"I'm sorry. You're just... short and.. I-.. sorry.." he muttered nervously, a light pink tone flushing his cheeks.

"Don't be.. it's fine I just.. didn't expect it.." I gulped and looked down at my feet. This conversation got really awkward really quick....

He stays silent for a long while before speaking once more. "Can I-... can I call you that then? Little one, I mean?"

"Oh.. uhm.. sure!" I respond. I don't know what possessed me to say yes. Maybe it's because his voice is so perfect. Did I mention it was heavenly? It's heavenly. It makes my heart flutter and my stomach do backflips. I feel a throb between my legs with every word he utters. This security guard will be the death of me and I haven't even met my boss yet.

"Great.. I'm glad. Well, little one, I have to go. I'll talk to you later, yeah?"

I nod in response and he goes to walk off but just before he steps in the elevator and turns back around "can I get your number?"

That was bold.

God, yes.

I nod and gesture for him to hand me his phone. He does and I enter my number into it. I also take a picture of myself. He smiles at me and it's like a river poured between my legs.