Marrying The Asshole

Chapter 7

Paul's P.O.V

I watched her face as she squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath. I wanted to laugh but I was to busy studying her features. She was absolutely stunning, and that mouth, spits fire, full and red like cherries. I wonder if they taste as sweet. At that moment she opened her eyes, more like peaked out of one eye, and stared at me.  I masked thoughts and emotions and gave her a blank stare. My hands were on both sides of the arm rest and I was a couple of centimeters from her body all together. "You caught me off guard. It doesn't matter at this point considering that'll be the last time you touch me. Unless I want you to." When I said that she arched her eyebrow. "Not likely. Your not my type." I said. I know I just lied but that's not important. "Alright well if your done with your speech, I'd appreciate some personal space. If that's not too much to ask." she said staring at my mouth. I groaned inwardly as I restrained myself from kissing the mouth I bit a couple days ago. She's definitely something new, unfamiliar but fucking amazing. But is she smart? I thought to myself. I stood upright and walked over to my desk and took a seat.

"What experience do you have other than being a smart-ass?" I asked. "Well a couple of months ago I had a job at a local financial aid firm. I did a little bit of everything. Counted and kept up with the business money, made orders, gave out money, things of that nature." she said crossing her legs and looking fine as hell if I might add. "And why are you here instead of working there? What did you do to get fired?" I asked looking her in the eyes. At this point people usually lie about why they got fired. It's usually because of theft background or mishandling paperwork and information etc. "I wasn't fired!" She said defensively. I narrowed my eyes at her and she cleared her throat and lowered her voice again. "I had to quit because of personal matters." she said in a tone that implied that she wasn't going to say anything else on the subject. She looked determined and her tone was firm, with anybody else that probably would've worked. Sadly she said this to one of the most successful, powerful men in the world. "What personal matters?" I asked firmly. "Personal means my business. Not yours." she said. "Do you want this job?" I asked leaning forward, folding my hands on the desk. "I'm here aren't I?" I narrowed my eyes again. Her experience clearly proved she knew how to deal with numbers, something I could never do, but her mouth would definitely be a problem. 

"You need to understand that if your going to be my personal assistant and accountant, your business is my business just like my business would be your business. Now you seem smart, and I think we could use you in this company but you need to learn to respect me and other before you end up without a job." I said sternly. She glared at me then smiled. "Oh don't worry about that, I only mouth off to assholes." I shook my head. It's like things go in one ear and out the other ear with this woman. I took the files with the orders and accounts in them and handed them to her. "If you can add that up  and make sure everyone isn't spending more than they should, you got the job." She grabbed the files, paper and a pen and got to work. While she worked, I went out into the waiting area and announced the job had been filled and sent the remaining women on their way. I went to snag another cup of coffee, some food and send out some emails through my phone. When I returned to my office Ms. Anderson was waiting patiently with the work on my desk. I walked over, scanned through her work, then I compared it to the rates my company is suppose have. Everything was in place as it should be.

"You have the job. Now since you've done this, I wouldn't think you'd need any training, correct?" I asked. She nodded her head. "Alright, be here Wednesday with professional attire at 7:30 and not a second later. The company colors are blue, grey, white and black. You will work in here with me since you'll be my personal assistant. When I need you there will be no excuses or any complaining. You will be available for me at any time of the day or night. Oh and you will share your personal reason for quitting your job. Rebecca will explain any and everything else to you on Wednesday. Enjoy the rest of your day Ms. Anderson." I turned and sat back at my desk and started to working again. She walked to the door and put her hand on the knob then turned towards me. "I didn't get your name." she said. I looked up and met her eyes. "Paul Grant. But that's Mr. Grant to you." she nodded and left.