Angela
It wasn't my dream to be going to the building next door - the infamous Dolan Enterprises - to retrieve my bosses phone which she left when she went to a meeting yesterday on my first day working at Burberry fashion industry.
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As I breathlessly approach the front desk after going up the many steps of the building to the ninth floor, my feet ache in my new heels which have already given me bruised blisters on my ankles. I lean against the desk, which a slender blonde sits behind, talking into her ear piece.
"Hello, this is Dolan Enterprises, how can I help you?" She smiles through her gritted teeth and her tired eyes seem to fall asleep as she looks up at me.
"Hi, is this Mr.Dolan's floor?" I ask my British accent standing out through everyone's American one as in run my boney fingertips across the edge of the auburn coloured desk.
"Yes, would you like to see him? Have you booked in for a meeting?" Kate, types on her keyboard, still looking up at me. Her name tag flashes under the brightness from the computer and her bleak office uniform seems uncomfortable as she shifts in her seat, pulling the tight collar of her white shirt away from her strangled neck.
"No, my boss left her phone here yesterday while she was in a meeting with him. She asked for me to get it for her." My toes curl as the blister on my foot aches when it brushes against my shoe.
"Name?" The blonde annoyingly chirps, flashing her unrealistically white teeth.
"Angela Downing," I say, smiling, loving the way my name fell from my lips. "And my bosses name is Eleanor Violetté."
"And what buisnes do you work for?"
"Burberry, they were having a meeting about a photoshoot which Mr.Dolan had agreed to attend to." The lady checks her computer one last time before nodding.
"Well, if you could please take a seat. Mr.Dolan is busy right now and you can join him when he's free."
"I only need a phone, could I not quickly pop in and get it?" I bite my lip. How long will he even take?
"I'm sorry but you can't, you will have to wait. Mr.Dolan doesn't like unexpected visitors." She gives me a fake smile again, nodding her head towards the row of black cushioned chairs that press against the white wall. Everything in this building was either black or white.
Business men and women rushed from place to place. It was such a different environment to Burberry, everyone did everything quickly, almost as if they would get their head on a stick if they didn't complete their task. However with a boss like Mr.Dolan I'm sure they would.
Mr.Dolan is known for his strict attitude and tight buisness. He is also known for his great taste in suits and the womanizer of the business world. I had only seen pictures of him in buisness magazines, gossip magazines or on the news but in neither of them is he smiling, but he is a highly attractive young man however that imagine is ruined as a different girl clings to him on each picture.
The sound of the phone charming catches my attention as Kate picks up the phone before piercing her lips as she put the phone straight down after she had picked it up.
"You can go in." I stand from my seat, passing a rather flushed, long-legged and extremely pretty girl - not much younger than me - walk passed me. Her legs wobbled as she attempted to walk in her not-so high heels, I didn't really need to wonder wonder had happened in Mr.Dolans office as her pink, rosey cheeks, slightly unbuttoned shirt and messy hair already told me about their..previous events.
Minding my own business, I gave her a simple smile before knocking on the glass door.
"Come in." I hear from the other side of the door and I jump at the annoyed and snappy tone, followed with a heavy sigh.
When I walk in, I am welcomed by a frowning yet beautiful face, whose eyes are on the papers which lay on his desk in front of him.
Mr.Dolan's body was covered with a black St Lawrence suit and a plain white shirt with a simple black tie. A frown traces his forehead as he doesn't even acknowledge my presence. His hair was as messy as the flushed lady who had previously left and the air smelt like sex; sweat, musky and..lady parts mixed with men's. Great, how lovely.
I cleared my throat, hoping it would catch his busy attention. Luckily, he sharply looked up to me, his dark brown eyes looking into mine before they rake my awkwardly standing figure and his lips curl up into a smirk. A nasty, dirty smirk and I instantly regret agreeing to get Eleanor's phone.
"And you are?" He asks, not seductivly, but rudely and my eyebrows instantly frown and my lips pout, wondering why such ugliness came out of such of beautiful face.
"I'm Angela Downing." I try to give one of my nicest smile I can pull of however I think I end up giving my a bitchy smile.
"What do you want?" He asks, his eyes now on his papers, flipping over the page, however the smirk still in his not-so innocent face. Only if his dirty mind was as innocent as his face.
"My boss, Eleanor Violetté, had a meeting here yesterday evening and she had left her phone." My voice sounds shaky as I was always nervous around attractive men and I clenched my jaw, mentally punching myself as I tell myself to pull myself together.
"Ah, Miss Violetté." His devilish smile rises as he says her name and I gulp when he rubs his hands together before standing and running his large hand through his thick brunette hair. "She is a rather pleasing woman, always good at what she does." He takes his pink bottom lip between his thumb and index finger as he sucks in a harsh breathe and I am sure he's not thinking of her with her work, but in another way...
"Yeah, I gu-" I say, trying to agree with him to stop the awkwardness flowing out of me.
"Stop talking." He snaps, putting his hand up to me as he walks towards the filing cabinet before opening it and retrieving Eleanor's old blackberry. I widen my eyes as he darkly moves across his office. "Here." He says deeply, passing me her phone and I whisper a shy thankyou to him as I walk towards the door, feeling his eyes burn a hole my back.
"Oh wait, she might want these." He snarls, his smirk now glowing in mischief and wickedness. Mr.Dolan turns his back to me, now reaching into his desk draw before pulling out a red lace material and a rubbery material.
When he puts them into my hand I cringe and almost gag. A worn thong, obviously Eleanor's and a used condom.
"Sure." I say, pure disgust in my voice as I turn around, facing the door when a hand touches my waist, my stomach rocks as my legs turn to jelly and I'm sure I won't be able to walk. His big firm hands, squeeze my creamy skin before lowering his lips to my ear, his breathe fanning my hair causing shivers to go down my ack. He moves his body into my back, both hands now on my waist as his hips buck into my bum and I can instantly feeling his growing member though his smart black trousers.
Mr.Dolan smelled exactly how I thought he would smell. But his whole personality was 100% asshole, but there was no lying that he was hot.
However my breathing became unsteady when his hand squeezed my bum, causing me to let out a squeak while he pushed me onto the wall. Using my hands to support me against the wall while his wandering hands travelled up my sides.
He took a deep breathe before whispering in my ear. "Tell her I had an amazing time."
[a/n: First chapter!!! I'm so excited to be writing this book and I'm sure it will be one of my favourite to write!
All the love - Ella x]
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