My Boss's Son Is Killing Me

Chapter 3

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=Duckie

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Nick looked at me surprised. He looked down at our fingers which had entertwined. His fingers curled around mine and he looked back up. I raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know," He said truthfully shocked. I rolled my eyes and tried to release his hand but he wouldn't let go so i just sipped my coffee.

Nick Burns POV

I was still holding her hand because I couldn't let go. It's like some one had glued my hand to hers. I couldn't bring my self to let go. Because I knew If I did we would start fighting.

My eyes travled over her. She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. Her long black hair was braided down her back and the glasses she wore made her look elegantly dangerous. She had on silver lip gloss which made her seem almost not real. To beaufiful to be real. Her bangs were straight down over her perfect eyebrows. Her peach complection was colored naturally at her cheeks. Her bright green eyes were sheathed in dark sunglasses.

Her long legs ended with zebra print shoes. Her full lips were curved into her breath taking lopsided smile.

She was smokin hot.

Sexy as hell.

But did I like her as a person?

Hell yes.

But I would not give until she does.

"Have you finished checking me out yet?" She asked, her lopsided smirk apeared on her thin beautiful face. I looked away with a glare at being caught.

"Shut up," I grumbled. Her calm chuckle sent shivers down my spine.

"Hey I know I've got an amazing body. Keep looking if it pleases you," she said calmly. I gurmbled to my self.

"I said shut it," I grumbled. She just chuckled.

"Blake! Would you like to go back upstairs?" She asked. His head snapped up and a goofy smiled made it's way to his face.

"Yes pwease!" He said and she lifted him one handedly onto her hip. She smiled down at him and he grinned right back.

Why can't i be five and get all her attention?

Oh yeah because then I couldn't win her over and then have s-

"Come on Nick," She said tugging on my hand. I started to walk by her side.

"Why is you holding Sammys hand?" My brother asked. I grimanced.

Why is everyone asking that?

"Probably because your still hold my hand when we suposidly hate each other," She said calmly.

"How did you-?" I looked around.

"You just said that out loud," She said supressing a smirk.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

We stopped talking. Her warm hand was dwarfed in my big one. Her fingers entertwined with mine. She was holding a kid and I felt like everything was just how it should be.

"Nick!" I stopped to look at the man walking briskly towards me.

"Yes?" I asked him. His name was Nick Miggin. He stopped when he saw Sams hand entertwined with mine.

"Why are you holdng her hand?" He asked. I sighed.

"Would you get to the point?" I asked.

"Oh yeah. Your father has a meeting at three. He needs you to attend and the new secratary."

"I'll make sure of that," I said stiffly. He nodded and walked off.

"Let me guess, his name was Nick?" Sam said quietly beside me.

"How ever did you guess?" I asked as i pulled her along to the elevator.

"Guess I'm just a lucky guesser."

"Must be," I sighed. We walked in, actually alone in the elevator for once. Her arm brushed mine ever so lightly but it still sent electric currents around through my body.

"So Blake do you go to school?" She asked him. Her voice had thawed when she spoke to him. Her voice warm and cheerful.

"Yup," He said giggling.

"Are you a smart little boy?" Sam asked him delighted.

"Yup! Just like my brover," He said. I smiled down at him.

"Are you going to work for the company like him?" She asked him, a smile in her voice.

"Yup!! And Imma be in love like my brover and my daddy are," I froze.

"Really? What's your mommy's name?" Sam asked happily. I looked at her to see she refused to look back at me. Blake had her sunglasses and her eyes were like a gate way to her soul. She had her eyes turned away so I couldn't read them.

"Her name is Mommy!" Blake said and I resisted the urge to place him outside of the elevator so I could be alone with Sam.

"Oh yeah? And who is Nicky in love with?" She asked. I looked down at her. She was still turned away.

"Well he'd get mad at me for telling. So come here," He said and she leaned in to whispered something in her ear. I tried to listen but he was to quiet.

"Really? Are you sure?" She asked shocked. Oh no. Not my old creepy girl friend!

Blake whispered something else.

"Well I feel bad for her. Do you?"

"Nope she could be my auntie some day!"

"I think so," She said grinning. She took her shades back and put them on. I gave up on trying to read her eyes, because now I couldn't see them.

"Who did he say?" I asked as we stepped out of the elevator. Her sunglasses flashed.

"Um . . ." She trailed off lokking at Blake who shook his head furiously.

"No!" He squeaked before taking off towards our fathers office.

"Tell me,"' I demanded.

"I only take orders from my boss," She said slyly, everyone was watching us.

"I can be aranged to be your boss," I said throwing out my chin. I looked around importantly. Everyone was very afraid of me and my father.

"No thank you," She said icily.

"My father can get a new secratary," I said glaring at her.

"I would rather not," She said cooly.

"I rather would," I said stopping us again.

"You will not," she said her voice dropping an octive.

"Oh yes I will," My voice dropping down low. It took on a husky tone.

"I don't want to be your secratary," She said yankning her hand out of mine but  held on tightly.

"Who said anything about being a secratary?"

"Then what are we arging about?" She said.

"You'll see when I decided to tell you."