I Need to Forget The CEO!!

Chapter 9 - A Night to Remember?

I was surprised by Enzo's sudden interest in my feelings. Yet, I'm feeling confused by all of the gossip and rumors I've heard going around. Some saying how much of a playboy he is and others calling me a gold digger with the belief I came here only for him. Little do they know, I didn't even know I was applying to work for him.

My heart was left with an unsteady pace. The more I think about him, I realize how much of a mess I may have gotten myself into. I mean, seriously? An office romance? He really did look at me as if he was truly concerned for my well being. Maybe even jealous that my time with him was shortened by others. It feels good to know that he doesn't just see me as the "lapdog" people have rumored about me.

Of course I'm going to hover around him. I'm working as his assistant. I'm hired to serve him. Though, I don't necessarily know how or why he wants me to serve him, besides the whole Bryan thing. I understand that being a new hire in a big company at a desired position is gonna make people gossip. I have no work experience, but I came from a good college. College is nothing compared to work experience, especially since my major wasn't very remarkable either.

I have to be careful, though. I can't let my rising feelings get in the way of my work. But, I might just be totally fine with all the rumors going around. Like the ones about how we were... you know... in the storage closet. I even heard some gossip about our elevator trips, and I wouldn't really mind if some of them were true. I only hope that he's not the playboy everyone is talking about, because I can't afford my heart to be broken anymore.

Apart from my thoughts, I was busy preparing for my dinner with Enzo. He told me he'd be arranging a ride to come to my home. I lived on the first floor of a townhome owned by my upstairs neighbor. They were separate living quarters, so in reality, it was just like a single floor home, apartment size. Just enough room for me and my cat, Bean.

"Oh hi Beanie boo!" I threw myself onto my bed, waking Bean from her sleep. "I have to pick an outfit Bean, but I'm not sure what to wear!" I gave Bean a quick kiss on her head, and she replied with an annoyed Meow. Clearly she didn't like my rude awakening.

I went through my closet, searching for something modest and professional, but not too professional. I could wear a dress, since the restaurant we're going to is a bit fancy. I ended up picking out a white off-the-shoulder dress patterned with purple and navy flowers. It was floor length. Modest enough that it won't be seen as slutty, but not too modest to be considered amish.

I picked out a gold chain and floral earrings to match my dress, and even decided on a short pair of black heels. Now, the last step was applying makeup.

"I can't do too much Beanie, because what if it's not a date!"

Then, I realized, it's not. Of course it's not a date. This is a boss-employee get together where mostly work will be discussed. It's a work dinner. I can't get in over my head. But, his lingering gazes and a bit of hope wants me to think otherwise. Still, I can't do too much.

I ended up applying my usual amount of makeup, only with a soft pink lipstick instead. I felt my work phone buzz on my vanity as I was adjusting my last curled piece of hair.

(on phone call)

Lyric: Hello?

Enzo: I'm here, are you ready to leave?

He's here?!!! I thought he said he got a ride!! The pressure is on!

Lyric: B-Be there in one second!

(off phone call)

I quickly grabbed my bag, lipstick, some cash, and kissed bean goodbye. I made my way out front to , of course, a brand spanking new Maddox C250 out front. I know I work for them, but it's still shocking to see such an expensive car in a neighborhood like mine. Enzo was standing outside the passenger door. 

Wow, he's handsome.

It seems like I wasn't the only one to dress up, which makes me feel a lot more relieved about the overdressing concern. He had his hair sleeked back, and his face freshly shaved. Usually he has at least a little stubble, like from this morning, but I guess he felt he had to dress neatly.

His suit looked like it was freshly tailored and steamed, in other words, he looked like a million bucks. The fabric is a rich, deep navy that blended into the night sky, catching a bit of attention from the moonlight. With its sharp, structured shoulders and waistline, it looked great. 

He was wearing a white button up underneath with a gold emblem I couldn't make out printed on the collar. Instead of his usual tie, he had his shirt loosely buttoned, revealing a thin silver chain hanging around his neck. He fully knows how to capture sexiness and luxury with all the smallest details. Plus, he smells so good. I'm wondering what cologne he uses. Maybe Dior?

"Hi, Mr.Maddox." I stepped towards him after my temporary hypnosis, clutching my purse to the front of my waist. 

He smiled, opening the passenger door, "Step right in, Lyric."

I sat down into the car with him, more nervous than I've ever been. Work dinner, it's a work dinner.

He escorted himself into the drivers seat. After we both got our seatbelts on, he began to drive away. It was an awkward few seconds of silence until he spoke, "I thought I clarified that I want you to call me Enzo."

I blushed and quickly apologized. "I'm sorry! U-Um Enzo."

He chuckled softly and lowered his hand onto the shifter. His watch became exposed-it was a Rolex, of course. I stared in awe.

"I see that you dressed up, I'm glad I'm not the only one." I said, head snapped forwards. 

"Really," he smiled and kept his eyes on the road. "I call this casual!"

That's casual?!! Now I feel embarrassed!

"I was only joking, no need to turn red." He smirked and took a short gaze. "I can tell you dressed up more than usual. You haven't worn lipstick."

"H-how'd you know..." My face must've been the color of a tomato by now. He only laughed and kept driving. 

"We're here, let me help you out after I find parking." He said, driving into the parking lot behind The Ale House.