Temptress

8|King Elliot

Elliot's POV

"Just wait here until I'm done, will ya?" I said to Michael before closing the door to the vehicle.

I was pissed.

I broke my phone, again.

I need to stop doing this.

I need to stop taking my anger out on my phones, but they are the only things I can safely take my anger out on.

You know what, maybe I should stop checking emails on my phone.

That might be the problem.

I paused when I saw her lock her vehicle and head towards the building.

I'm surprised that she drives herself.

I expected her to hire a fancy driver and ride around in the back like the rest of us.

When her eyes spotted me, she quickly changed course from the building to my standing figure.

Great.

She smiled. "You should've told me you were coming here. Maybe we would've carpooled."

"I don't think we would," I answered bluntly.

We began walking towards the entrance. "I thought you were going home."

She shook her head. "Why would I go home when I can come here?"

I looked down on her. "You'd rather be at a homeless shelter after a hard day at work than home?"

She happily nodded. "I love helping people."

"So why the hell are you in finance?" I asked. "We hurt more than we help."

"Not me," she said confidently. "I'm here to help. Those that get hurt by me had it coming."

"Well, that was dark," I told her as we walked into the building.

"Do you think I'm dark, Elliot?" she asked. "Wait, can I call you Elliot?"

"I think we should keep things professional, new girl," I told her. "I'm your boss."

"Well, if we're keeping things professional, you have to stop calling me 'new girl'."

I don't want to.

"Okay," I said and she seemed surprised by how easily I gave in.

"You still didn't answer my other question," she said. "Do you think I'm dark?"

I thought about it for a second, struggling to find an answer.

"I don't know," I told her. "I don't know you well enough to make such a heavy judgement on your character."

My words seem to have put her I  deep thought.

"Great, you guys came just in time to hand out dinner," Will said as he pushed us to the table and handed us gloves.

He then rushed off searching for more people to help.

Tonight really did look packed. According to Michael, there was supposed to be a big storm later.

She stayed quiet as she put on her gloves.

It felt weird to me because this was very uncharacteristic of her.

She would usually be murdering me with questions.

The line started and we began handing out the meals.

"Even though I don't know you well," I started. "I don't think you are dark."

I don't know why I felt the need to tell her this but I did.