I Kissed You Back

Chapter Two

ATTENTION! THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT!!! Originally, Mr. Boss was going to have black hair and brown eyes. But no, my evil twin made me change him into a blonde. xoxo, Diana Zhou.

While Mr. Boss was in Maxwell's office, I decided to google him up. No, I was not google-stalking him. It's perfectly fine to know what your boss is like. Especially if that boss is hot.

        Top ten facts about Remington Maddox:

1. He's rich.

2. He's famous.

3. He's single.

4. He's a womanizer.

5. He used to be a model.

6. His current girl of the month was Helena Rollington.

7. He graduated from Harvard(no surprise there).

8. His favorite color was green(I was certain it was instead black.)

9. He was allergic to peanut-butter(God bless his poor soul).

10. He was currently twenty-five(three years older than me).

        By the time I was done with my research, he came back in. Let me tell you, his stealth was the true equal of a cat's. Startled, I slammed the lid of the laptop down and stuttered a greeting.

       "B-back so soon?" I squeaked, praying to the heavens that he hadn't caught me googling him.

        Feel no shame, Ari! You did nothing wrong!

        Too late. I was already fire-truck red and nervously looking down at the laptop I had just slammed down.

        "Maxwell was fired. You're the new manager."

        What?

        "What?" I asked, narrowing my eyes, and then I figured it out, "Oh I see, oh smart one."

        "You see what?"

        Dammit! What a distracting voice. So smooth and low and...shit. Stay focused!  

        "You think it's easy to screw with someone money desperate like me," I spat and then stood up and got about an inch away from his face, "But it's not."

        And with that, I pinched his nose. I wanted to roll around on the floor and die of laughter at the comical look of shock on his face, but when it quickly turned into the most thunderous look of anger I had ever seen, I cowered back instead. Oops.

        "You...you had a little something there..." I said weakly.

        "Arietta Frare, that is your name, correct?" he glowered.

        "Um, yes, but actually it's just Ari," I corrected. I didn't want him to be one of those people who didn't like me, and I sure couldn't help adoring him. What can I say? Not everyone is a soul-searcher. I was about as deep as a puddle, much to my mother's frustration. Top ten list says he's rich, famous, and single. No better man out there, if you ask me.

        "Ms. Frare, I would appreciate it if you would keep your hands to yourself," he snapped, and shoved some papers in my hands, "I am not 'screwing with you'. Now sign the papers and for God's sake, get some new clothes."

         I bristled, "Well excuse me Mr. Rich and Famous. Some of us don't get to spend ten thousand dollars on some fucking shoes."