Dangerous Love

chapter Five

I have been working as Mr. Stevens' assistant for almost two weeks now, and his behavior has not changed since day one. He constantly gives me instructions from morning to night, so that I hardly have time to shower in the evening. I'm reaching my limits. It's just 10 p.m. and it's a miracle that I'm still awake and even managed to take a shower. At the moment I'm preparing an omelette with peppers, zucchini and mushrooms. Of course I'm using two eggs for this. Since I haven't eaten anything today, I need absolute peace and quiet to fully enjoy the meal. Kate is, of course, in the club. As soon as my omelette is ready, I sit down on the green couch and turn on the TV. Just as I'm about to bite into my omelette, my phone vibrates and shows an email from Mr. Stevens.

From Daniel Stevens

Subject: Work

Date: August 9, 2017, 10:15 PM

To: Miss Morgan

Miss Morgan, I would appreciate it if you could send me the documents from Peterson. Could you please tell me why I haven't received them yet?

Daniel Stevens

CEO, Stevens International GmbH.

Why can't this person just leave me alone? I put my omelet aside and respond to his message.

From: Paige Morgan

Subject: Documents

Date: August 9, 2017, 10:17 PM

To: Mr. Stevens

Mr. Stevens, I will send you the required documents as soon as possible. Is there anything else I can help you with?

Paige

I take a deep breath and finally eat my now cold omelet. Great, I can't even manage that. It should be served warm. My phone vibrates again - a new email from Mr. Stevens.

From: Mr. Stevens

Subject: Work

Date: August 9, 2017, 10:19 p.m.

To: Miss Morgan

I would like to request that the meeting room be prepared for tomorrow. That would be all I need.

Daniel Stevens

CEO, Stevens International GmbH.

In the early hours of the morning, I was almost the first to arrive at the office. I prepared the meeting room: his coffee was already waiting on the glass desk, and the documents were neatly sorted next to it. Now I'm standing here in front of the building, next to Jack and Miles, the two tastefully dressed security guards, and waiting for him to arrive. The weather this morning is not particularly inviting, rather cool. I'm wearing my light jeans with a white blouse and a black blazer - and it's summer! After about five minutes, a silver Porsche 992 rolls up and Mr. Stevens gets out. Wow, my breath takes my breath away! A tingling sensation runs through my body. He is wearing a dark blue suit, a white tie and shiny black patent leather shoes. He moves with the elegance of a cobra in his well-trained frame.

 I can't deny it that I am blushing again. "Good morning, Mr. Stevens. Here is your daily schedule: a meeting at nine o'clock, followed by three phone calls - one with the Chamber of Agriculture, the second about metal mining and the last call is for your mother." Yes, that's me, Paige Morgan, chatting to him right now. Is that really possible? I follow him as usual and his strong shoulders are visible behind him. When we get to the elevator, we have to wait a moment. A fleeting glance catches the moment when he slowly runs his hand through his curly black hair. Wait a minute, is the hair curly? He doesn't seem to have styled it today; it's naturally wavy.