"What are you thinking?" I ask him.
"You really want to know?" He replies in a voice so dark and full of warning it sends a shiver down my spine.
"Yes." I say, being utterly brave.
A small smirk lifts the corner of his lips as he walks towards me...
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Emara Stone
'Happy First Day, Love'
My breath slows down, just enough for me to hear my heart thudding rapidly.
What the hell!
I shut the drawer abruptly before my mind wanders off into a dreamy office romance fantasy, where a hot CEO is secretly in love with me.
But he is not a CEO, he is Satan!
I immediately spin towards Hardick and Stacey, asking them casually, "Hey.. What do you guys have in your drawers?"
"Drawer? Oh, wow!" Stacey exclaims as she pulls out a black diary with HighBar printed on it in golden letters and a matching pen.
"I got the same pair." Hardick replies, holding his corporate freebies.
No rose or handwritten note.
I take a deep breath and fist my building anger from flipping this desk over.
Audacity of this prickly cactus to send me a rose and a letter, pretending to be all sweet after blackmailing me to come here. Unbelievable!
Just then a woman who looks like a female version of Ed Sheran walks in, asking us to join a group session with the CEO in the conference hall, now.
I pick my murderous face and march to the meeting room, which lights up magically the moment we walk in.
Not again these stupid lights from Hogwarts!
Hardick and Stacey glance around with their I-am-impressed faces, while I just flop into one of the ten leather chairs perfectly aligned around a long glass table, with the Seattle's skyline view on its right.
Everything in here looks expensive, smells expensive and feels expensive.
Yet he still wants money from me.
Just then the door swings open, and the sound of confident footsteps grab my attention. I glance up and there he is.. Dakota Black, in all his God-like CEO glory.
All six feet of him is wrapped in a perfectly charcoal grey tailored suit, paired with a matching tie and black shirt inside, looking like he just stepped out of a Vogue photo shoot.
His hair is sleeked back like he spent hours perfecting it, and that razor sharp jawline, he probably clean-shaved this morning to look extra stunning.
In one look, he appears to be sharp and stable, the kind of man you love to hate because he is too perfect.
Oh, but only I know how unstable and fucked up he is!
"Good morning, interns." Dakota greets us with over-the-top energy that no one naturally has this early.
"Good morning, sir." Hardick and Stacey wish him back, whereas I just glare at the motherfucker, who not only spoiled my beauty sleep, but also my date with the hot Mermaid guy.
