My name is Celine. I thought by moving to the big city I'll have a normal kinda lifestyle. Little did I know I took a job as the Devil's personal assistant. Better the Devil you know than the angel you don't.
Damian stands from my desk chair and walks closer keeping an intriguing gaze on this ugly damn shirt, his voice quite steady as it dips low.
"Not ideal." He says in a seductive voice. "But will have to do."
He cocks his brow observing me carefully. "Always make sure you have an extra pair of clothing on hand." His eyes sweeps over my body from head to toe. "For mishaps like these."
Then his hand moves up to my face, bur stops as he removes a piece of fluff from my collar ,with the back of his fingers smoothing over the skin of my neck and I'm sure this is how galaxies collide.
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And then it's moments like these I sometimes think that a touch by Mr. Blakely is the difference between complete and utter despair and the ability to carry on is hopeless. He has the power to make or break me and If he doesn't leave this office now, I'm afraid I'm going to explode with desire.
You know, when you have something good you don't play with it. You don't take chances with it. You don't take risks with it. When you have something good you give every single thing you can, because a fraction of a little hope is better to hold on to than nothing at all, but I'm sure whatever it is Mr. Blakely is looking for in a woman is something I don't have.
He turns to leave but then stops midway holding on to the door frame. "I need you to come in on Saturday." He adds.
The fuck I am. My eyes widen. "Sir with all due respect I have been here every Saturday for the past year...I-"
His eyes sparkle, his voice raspy but soft and kind. Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkk, he's doing this again, how, how in bloody hell must I say no when he looks at me like this?
"So what are you saying Miss Porter?"
I look up at him, I want to scream and tell him how much I hate him how much I want to kiss him and punch him at the same time, but I can't seem to say no to him no matter what he ask of me.
Biting my tongue I speak through my teeth and respond as politely as I possibly can. " I...I'll be here, Sir."
"Mm." Is the only sound I get from him as he leaves my office and soon as he fades down the hallway I slam my door shut, walk over to my table and slump down on my desk chair sighing aloud.
Agg that man is insufferable!
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Later that day after sending Mr. Blakely's meeting requests and updating some paperwork, I make my way to the cafeteria.
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