Thoughts of the enigmatic man I encountered in the elevator continued to consume my mind. I tried to dismiss it as a mere coincidence, but his presence lingered, fueling my curiosity. I felt compelled to learn more about him.
Days turned into weeks, and my role as Mr. Knight's personal assistant consumed my every moment. I became attuned to his preferences, anticipating his needs before he even expressed them.
"Hales, sorry I missed your call. I was in a long meeting with Ethan," I explained, wrapping up a flurry of emails.
"No worries. I forgot to mention that you should pick up some groceries on your way home," Hales replied wearily. Concern laced her voice as she asked, "Are you okay? You sound exhausted. Is that difficult person causing you trouble again?"
"No, it's not him this time. It's just that the preparations for the upcoming show are overwhelming," I confessed, managing a mischievous chuckle.
"You find it amusing, huh?" Hales responded, her annoyance evident.
"My bad, my bad. But hey, look on the bright side, your boss is finally recognizing your incredible talent and incorporating your designs," I offered words of support.
"Yeah, that's true. Just don't forget about Thursday. The show is a big deal," Hales cautioned, her voice taking on a serious tone.
"You know me, Hales. I've got your back. But for now, it's lunchtime. I'll talk to you later," I declared, clearing the clutter of snack wrappers from my desk.
I tossed the bags of my snack feast into the trash and headed to the nearby café. After placing my order, I settled into a cozy corner table, seeking a few moments of solitude.
Lost in my thoughts, I replayed my encounters with the mysterious man. I barely noticed when someone took a seat across from me.
Startled, I looked up and found Mr. Knight, dressed in a sharp suit, his usual serious expression softened by a touch of warmth. "Mind if I join you?"
Surprise and delight washed over me, and I quickly composed myself. "Of course not, Mr. Knight. Please, have a seat," I replied, a smile tugging at my lips.
We engaged in casual conversation, veering away from work-related topics for the first time. I discovered that Mr. Knight had a keen interest in art, and we discussed our favorite painters and galleries.
The conversation flowed effortlessly, marked by shared laughter and a genuine connection. It turned out that Mr. Knight wasn't as unpleasant as I had initially thought. In fact, he was attractive and exceedingly meticulous.
I followed Mr. Knight as we left the bustling café, the scent of freshly brewed coffee lingering in the air. The sun began its descent, casting a warm glow over the city streets. We walked side by side, discussing the day's business matters when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw a message from an unknown number.
"Hey Beautiful, it's me. I hope you don't mind that I got your number. I couldn't resist reaching out to you. How about dinner tonight? I promise it'll be a memorable evening."
"It was him. How did he manage to get my number?" I wondered, torn between the attraction I felt and my wariness about his actions.
Mr. Knight noticed the change in my expression. His piercing blue eyes and neatly groomed beard studied me carefully.
"Something caught your attention, Jade?" Mr. Knight's voice held curiosity, his tone softened slightly.
I snapped back to reality, realizing that my reaction hadn't gone unnoticed. I composed myself and looked at Mr. Knight, striving to maintain a professional demeanor.
"Oh, it's nothing, Mr. Knight," I replied, attempting to downplay my excitement. "Just a text from... someone. It's not important."
Mr. Knight raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He had observed my interactions with the charming stranger and had his suspicions about my growing interest.
"I see," he said, his voice gentle yet filled with intrigue. "Well, if it's not important, then I suppose we can continue with our evening." Grateful for his understanding, I nodded, realizing that perhaps it was time to return to the office.
Taking a deep breath, I typed a response to the message: "I would be interested in dinner. But I have to ask, why should I go out with you? I don't even know your name, and how did you get my number?"
Within moments, my phone buzzed with a new message: "It's Alex Wyatt. Apologies if it seemed intrusive. Let's just say I had a little help. Looking forward to tonight. Pick you up at 7?"
I typed my final response to Alex: "Okay, I'll see you at 7."
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His Secret (BWWM)
Romance"I have authority over you; I dictate what you must do." He said, staring at me, making it clear that he had control over me, dictating my actions. I swallowed hard, feeling intimidated. As his lips gently pressed against mine, my whole body filled...
