Trapped in Silk

Chapter 1

Jocelyn

"Lyn, I need you to review these trainee's profiles. They want to join our agency. Make sure their records clean and look a little more into them for me." I state, handing her a small stack of papers.

I walk over to my office, and plop onto my chair.

I really need a break...

I'm apart of the management team but the stupid director loves giving me his work.

He makes me so sick with his stupid,
Ugly, short, stank-

"Ms. Erickson, the director needs to see you."

Ughhh, fuck my life.

I make my way to his office, cursing him out in every way possible in my head, stopping once I'm at his door. I breathe in and out before knocking, preparing my fakest smile.

'Knock knock knock'

"Mr. Johnson, I'm here."

"Come in." He grunts. "I need you to attend a meeting with me tomorrow morning. 6am sharp. I'll send the restaurant name and the meeting info."

I stare at him, wide eyes and mouth agape. I mouth 'are you kidding me' because I couldn't believe what I had just heard.

His head cocks sideways while he squints at me and I quickly fixed my expression.

He makes me stay after work for two hours to revise things that he should've done and send emails to work associates like I'm his personal assistant.

I GET HOME AT 9 O'CLOCK!

I barely have time to sleep, and he want me me to be there by six!

He's gone insane.

Time goes by and after a long day it's nearly time for me to go home. I finish up my last remaining report and pack up my stuff, taking the bus home.

I showered after making it home safely, and get ready for bed. Laying in my bed I really think about why i even started this job in the first place. Maybe if it weren't for him I could enjoy my job.

One day I'm gonna strangle him, I swear.

Morning hits and I wake up to my phone alarm vibrating from under my pillow. I shoot right up to stop myself from going back to sleep.

Today I'm wearing a white long sleeve blouse with a couple buttons undone, topped with a oversized cloth blazer over my shoulders. Finished with some black dress pants.

I put on my favorite black kitten heeled sandals and style my hair in a high loose bun.

Ooh, I look so good.

I make it to the door after grabbing my things and got in the black car, the similarity convincing me it's the directors. That's what I thought but when I got in the car, his balding ass was nowhere to be seen.

I was praying the whole drive I didn't just willingly get kidnapped, but my worries disappeared when i spot a huge cafe.

I quickly grabbed my purse eager to open the door just in case I really was in danger.

I shut the door, lowly saying thank you as I rush towards the building. My heels clinking the concrete.

When I walked in the door, I shot around looking for a blinding, balding head. I gave up, looking for a table away from the others I could sit.

I sat down, checking my watch every ten seconds. I decided to get up, pushing my chair into something.

I turn my head, my eyes meeting with a beautiful, handsome, dark brown haired middle eastern man. His black full rimmed glasses framed his face perfectly. He had a few moles that ran down to his neck, and deep dark hazel eyes.

He stared down at me without blinking, like he was in a trance.

"I am so sorry, I should've looked around." I rushed out.

His eyes blinked, and his ears flushed red. Even though he towered over me with his 6 foot 4 muscular build, I still found him to be cute.

"No it's ok, no harm done. I shouldn't have been so close." He states. Adjusting his glasses with a small smile. "I'm assuming your Ms. Erickson?" He questions.

His voice was overwhelmingly attractive. I had to stop myself from melting right where I stand.

"Yes I am. And you must be Mr. Carter, nice to meet you." I reach and shake his hand and we sit at the table next to us.

"You can call me Isaiah if you'd like." He says in a softer tone than before.

"Well then you can call me Jocelyn" I replied. He mumbled something incomprehensible and smiled to himself.

"Where is Mr. Johnson? he needs to be present for this discussion." He states.

I start to get nervous because I have no idea. That fat lump isn't even here on time, but god forbid I do so.

"He's probably just running a little late." I say nervously.

I'm not even his personal assistant. I don't even know why I have to be here. Shit, I'm getting overwhelmed.

"It's fine. We can just schedule this meeting for another time." He stated, flashing me a perfect smile.

"So what's your position in the company?" He asks.

"I'm head of management but I do a lot of others things for the agency." I say, really trying to boost myself up.

"That's great, management does a lot. I thought you were one of the models, because your so beautiful." He states, looking straight into my eyes when he said that. Him looking at me added some tension, and I felt the need to tease him a little.

Since the table was small, I start to lean my knee on his inner thigh still not taking my eyes of him. His blush extends to his cheeks and he runs his hand across his face. When his knee starts to bounce I decide it's enough.

This was a potential business partner and I didn't want to do something I shouldn't.

I began to get up, brushing the wrinkles from my pants and grabbing my purse. "Well it was a pleasure to meeting you Isaiah. Hopefully we hear good news from you." I state, getting ready to go. I didn't even look at him when I turned my back.

I make my way to the door, calling up a lift to come pick me up.

Shit. I should've ate.

I make it to my house safe and sound, around 8am. I didn't really have plans for the weekend so I chilled on my couch watching my favorite show to pass time.

Throughout the day I couldn't keep Isaiah out of my mind. Everything from his hair to his walk was sexy to me.

He was perfect and in a way, I felt like he was too good for me. I dispel those negative thoughts and find something to take my mind off of him.

I really need some food.