Menacingly

My heart began racing as he began walking around me, slowly dragging his index finger across my bruised arms. He stopped when he was behind me and his hands gripped my waist. I felt his well- sculpted body press against me making my breathing increase more rapidly than before. Oddly, he began rocking us from side to side while resting his head in the crook of my neck.

"Who did this to you?" his voice was so small it took me some time to register what he had asked me exactly. I turned around in his hold then slowly began walking backwards. "If I tell you. . . he would kill me." I mumbled the last part low enough so he couldn't hear.

Mr. Cavanaugh bent down to grab my jacket then slowly advanced towards me as if I would run if he moved too quickly. He opened his mouth to speak only to get cut off by harsh knocking on the door.

"Turn around." he told me, ignoring the pounding on the door. I did as I was told and turned to the glass wall, which gave off a beautiful view of the city. Mostly sky scrapers but I wouldn't take in the view any other way. He helped me put my jacket back on then yelled for who ever it was to enter.

The door opened and a man came walking in angrily. His eyes traveled to me then to Mr. Cavanaugh. "Why is there a Hastings in this building?" he scuffed suddenly. I could hear the sheer disgust slip from every single word, but not as much as Hastings. "The last thing you need is some distraction."

Mr. Cavanaugh faked a yawn then went to sit down in his chair with a bored expression. "Oh, are you done yet?" he asked. The guy clenched his fist but said nothing. "Now if you don't mind my personal assistant and I were having a talk so please show yourself the door."

Personal assistant.

There was no chance of me getting the job. My father gets what he wants; I shouldn't have gotten this job. He hasn't asked questions nor did he actually look through the files.

"This is absurd!" the man exclaimed grabbing a lamp and throwing it towards a wall to my right. I jumped a little and moved back. "She could be spying for her father and your welcoming her with open arms!"

"That is enough- I run this company now, you had your time!" Mr. Cavanaugh boomed, coming to stand in front of me. "You had your time." he repeated but it was more soft than the first time he said it.

"When you fuck the company over don't come to me."
"Why would I go to you?" Mr. Cavanaugh chuckled bitterly. "You were never there when I was younger so don't act like you considered being here now."

"You watch your mouth, I am your father." the guy said, making his way out to the door. "I didn't want a father, I wanted a dad." Mr. Cavanaugh concluded. I guess I wasn't the only one to come across the difference between the two words.

Saying nothing, the guy left the room leaving us in an awkward silence. Mr. Cavanaugh went back to his desk and pulled something out. He began scribbling some words on the paper then gave it to me.

"What is this?" I asked, holding the paper up. "As my private assistant I may need you at anytime so you don't have a choice but to live with me." he stated nonchalantly.

"My father told you not to hire me-"
"Your father is a piece of shit who thinks he can tell me what to do," he interrupted. "Your suppose to be taking over his company in just a few months but you came to me; elaborate."

I turned back towards the glass wall hoping to get distracted by the beautiful view but making it impossible, my fathers company was the tallest sky scraper out there. Second tallest to this one actually. "Elaborate."

Mr. Cavanaugh repeated in a demanding tone this time. I looked over my shoulder then sighed.

"When I was younger I wanted to take over the company because it sounded fun at the time. My father enjoyed working there but as years progressed he became more stressed and he takes it out on the people around him. . . I don't want to be like him." I said. Mr. Cavanaugh seemed slightly confused which is exactly what I wanted. As long as he was confused about the whole thing I was safe just as well as him.

"Scars?" he asked me. My heart sunk thinking that he connected the dots. "W-What do you mean?" I stuttered out. He rolled his eyes and motioned for me to go over to him. I cautiously walked over to him just to be pulled on his lap in the end. I gasped in surprise making him smirk a little.

"Where did you get the scars?" he asked me. Lies formed in my head but there wasn't one that I could settle on that could explain how bad my bruises actually were.

"I don't want to talk about it. . . I'm not ready." I admitted biting on my bottom lip, hoping that he would leave it alone. His eyes traveled to my lips then back up to my eyes.

"Can I at least have a hint?" he whispered into my ear. A shiver went down my spine making me arch my back a little.

Mr. Cavanaugh chuckled at the affect he had on me. In response to his question I shook my head.

He shrugged then began doing his work with me still in his lap. "Do you want me to move?" I asked. He looked down at me then back up at his computer.

"No."

He went back to his work and I took that as a chance to take in his facial structure. He had a muscular jaw line, beautiful blue eyes that any women would die for, pink lips that was pressed into a thin line, and amazing brunette- ombré hair.

"You know it's hard doing work with you staring at me like this." he chuckled a little, showing off his white teeth. I blushed and looked away,"sorry."

He went back to doing his work and the uncomfortable silence took place once again. "Mr. Cavanaugh- "
"Mr. Cavanaugh is my father, call me Toby." he told me.

"Okay. . . Toby," I said uncomfortably. It wasn't normal to call your boss by their first name- but then again it wasn't normal to be sitting in his lap. "Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead." he muttered without looking down at me. "Do you think the only reason I'm here is to gather information?" he stopped typing and looked down at me finally.

"Don't listen to that idiot," he commanded with hard eyes. I nodded slowly almost like I was unsure. "I'm gonna have one of my guards show you around the place and tonight I'll tell you the things you have to do as my personal assistant."

"Okay."

He pressed a button on the intercom and made his request. "Security guard Lucas; to my office immediately."

I got off of his lap when he tapped my leg twice then he followed in pursuit.
"I trust that Lucas will keep you protected."

I turned to ask what he meant by, "keep you protected." but I found it hard to speak seeing how close we were together. He slowly moved closer and my eyes fell shut. His lips had barely scanned over mine before a guy came through the door.

I backed away from Toby and looked down at the ground.
What was I thinking?