Shit shit shit. I'm going to be late. I just need to get out of here and- 'Oh no! I am so sorry!' Fuck. I bumped into a man about a few years older than me and splashed coffee all over him and all over myself. Great. Great work Mia. I am so proud of you. 'Gosh, I am so so sorry.' 'No, it's alright' the man said, clearly irritated. 'I'm so sorry, I'll go get a couple of napkins' I ran to get some tissue paper from the counter and ran back to the poor man standing there drenched in coffee. God, why am I like this? He's probably in a hurry to work and now he has to go change. Gosh I am such a clumsy fool! 'Here you go, sir. I am so sorry for that.' 'No, no. That's alright, I have some spare clothing in my office so there's nothing to worry about.' 'What about you? Will you be alright?' The man asked. 'Oh um, I'll manage.' 'I laugh with clearly no humor. 'Are you sure? You're pretty drenched as well.' 'If you'd like, I could let you borrow my apartment's shower? I could use one too.' He chuckles 'Oh um, that's very kind of you but I can't do that.' I say. 'Not after I just spilled coffee all over you.' 'Oh no, it's fine, really. You could come over to my place, take a shower and I have some women's clothing there in my guest room that you could wear.' 'Oh um, are you sure?' 'Yes, of course.' The man smiled. 'Oh um, if you don't mind...could I?' 'Oh of course! Come, You can have my coffee and I'll drive you to my closest apartment.' 'Oh thank you, sir. You're very kind.' 'Of course, it's my pleasure.' The man walked behind me to get his coffee and a croissant? I'm guessing? That he ordered BEFORE I BUMPED INTO HIM. Oh geez! My day is already terrible enough, and for this to happen??? I'm so done right now. He walked me to the front door and held the door open for me. Wow. What a gentleman. We got into his beautiful and shiny black BMW that looks like it's been scrubbed only this morning. From the looks of all this, I think he's pretty wealthy. And hot... OH GOD. NO MIA NO. WE'RE NOT DOING THIS!!! Ugh, but that dark brown hair and those blue eyessss... Oh my goodness Mia, absolutely not. 'So, what's your name?' The man asked as he started driving, snapping me out of my thoughts. 'Huh? Oh um, it's Mia. Mia Gregory, sir.' 'Mia. What a beautiful name.' 'Thank you, sir.' I reply 'Christian Black. Christian is fine. My friends call me Chris sometimes so you could call me that too, if that's what you'd prefer.' 'Christian...Christian?! Wait, Christian Black?!' The man laughed 'Yes. The Christian Black.' 'Oh god. I'm so sorry I didn't know what you look like, but I know you!' Oh god, this is going to be embarrassing. 'I um, actually was going to uh... go for an interview at your company...' 'Oh! So you're the girl I'm supposed to be meeting!' Wait what?!?! 'What a coincidence' Christian laughed. After about 2 more minutes we arrived 'We're here.' Christian says.
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The Billionaire
RomanceA 6'2", dark brown hair and blue-eyed billionaire that is a good fucker and dirty talker? Yeah. I got you. Christian Black. The CEO of a company called Black that was founded by his great-grandfather. One day on a quick coffee run before work, he bu...