Dangerous Love

Chapter Three

I have been standing in front of him for over two minutes, frozen. His piercing gaze seems to pierce me, as if he has the urge to tear me to pieces. I am trapped in my own thoughts. Oh, how tormenting this is; why does it have to be him, and what am I doing here anyway? I keep blushing with shame as I feel the sweat slowly running down my back. Oh no! What is he doing now? He stands up. Oh dear, he comes closer and offers me his right hand. Why can't I take it, Paige, man, move your hand already! But I am paralyzed. How rude it would be not to shake my boss's hand. He returns to his desk and picks up three sheets of paper.

 Oh, damn it, it's my application. Miss Morgan, how nice to see you again! His tone is a mixture of arrogance and amused superiority towards me. Why are words so hard for me? His highly fashionable, handsome body is now moving around me as if I were up for auction. My eyes dart rapidly from left to right. I desperately try to make this uncomfortable situation bearable by avoiding him and not looking him straight in the face. "Miss Morgan, would you like to look at your boss?" I gather all my courage and answer: "Wait, what's his name anyway? I don't know your name, sir," I murmur quietly. "Oh, so it seems you can speak. I had already assumed you were just being insulting." I am internally tugging at myself. "Paige, say something, don't put up with this," my inner voice urges, but only an "excuse me, sir" comes out of my lips. His elegant stride stops right in front of me. I look nervously at a very uncomfortable spot. "Paige, be strong!" my inner goddess calls out excitedly. Completely overwhelmed by the sight of him, I just shake my head. "Now concentrate, Paige!" His impressive body is still right in front of me. "Miss Morgan, are you still following what I'm saying?" I nod, because his presence overwhelms me. "Good, that's it for now." Finally he pulls away from me and I can breathe a sigh of relief. A quick look at him, oh my God, he runs his hand tenderly through his hair. Unbelievable! I pinch myself - ouch! "What did you say?" he asks. 

Oh no, why did I have to pinch myself too? I remain silent. "Miss Morgan, also what you just said... My name is Daniel Stevens." He comes closer again and offers me his hand; this time I put mine in it and immediately I feel that tingling feeling again, as if muscles were active that I hadn't noticed before. "But to you I am Mr. Stevens or Sir," he continues. Wait a minute, did he...just mention that his name is Stevens, just like the building here? Well, now I realize - he's the CEO of this company. How is it possible that I didn't become skeptical during this interview? Miss Morgan? I really should find out what's going on here. He hands me a thick stack of documents. What should I do now? I've only just arrived and I'm already supposed to take care of something? I take a step forward; my hands are shaking like crazy, but I still take the papers. His intense gaze is fixed on my body.

 Where is he looking? Please, you could go now and get me a black coffee. Why? I don't understand any of this. He asks me to leave again. Miss Morgan, you're still standing here, he says in an authoritative tone. Hesitantly, I turn around. Ah, sir, where should I go now? Miss Morgan, go, his voice gets louder. I grab the door handle and close the door behind me. I stand in front of the door, sweating, and have no idea what just happened. And where am I supposed to go now? I look at the desk to my right and realize that this could be my place. Completely exhausted, I sit down at the desk, pull the chair back and sink into the gray seat. My head sinks to the surface and I still can't believe it. Am I actually sitting here as this smug man's assistant? How did it come to this?And what am I supposed to do with these documents? When I look at them, everything seems completely incomprehensible.

 Basically, I should back off and make it clear that there is a blatant misunderstanding and that I am not the right person. No, I will not go back again, even if I have the desire to worship him. As I play with my hair and absentmindedly chew on it, I do not even realize that he has been standing in front of my desk for quite some time. "Miss Morgan, Miss Morgan!" he calls out loudly. I flinch and look up. Oh no, sir! "Where is my coffee?" he asks in a sharp voice. "Coffee? What coffee?" I repeat quietly. "The coffee I asked for half an hour ago! And why did you not process the documents?" "I... er... I'm sorry, I will start immediately!" I reply, embarrassed. "I hope so! I expect my coffee in five minutes, hot on my desk! Did you hear that?" Wow, even now his bright blue eyes are impressive. I mentally admonish myself: Say something already! "Yes, I understand, Mr. Stevens, sir!" I answer hastily. His flawless body disappears through the frosted glass door again. Oh dear, what am I supposed to do now and where can I get a coffee? I get up from my chair and walk down the long hallway until I'm back in the entrance area.