Something About Emmett (Billionaire Romance) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 6 - Something Challenging

My mom had told me in which floor I would find Emmett. He had told them to skip the front desk and go straight to his, that he would open his office door when they buzzed themselves in.

If it had been a stranger, or someone he did not know as well, entrance would have been through the front desk and would certainly have taken longer. I was glad I could simply make my way on my own, not escorted uncomfortably by one of his attendants.

I took the elevator up to the thirtieth floor. Upon exiting I found that it was a hallway just as sleek as every part of this building, but it was comprised of nothing. Walls just ran continually down until there was a set of gray double doors toward the end.

So his was the only office in this floor, I thought. Fitting, judging as he was the owner of everything in which I stood.

"Breathe," I murmured to myself, and pressed the red button beside a black security screen that I supposed he would punch codes into for entrance.

The doors opened in front of me and he came into view. God, he was tall. And big, so big that I had to take a moment to regain myself. Never mind the fact that I was already malfunctioning inwardly at his godliness. 

He looked down at me and grinned.

"I didn't expect you to come."

"Hello to you, too, Emmett," I murmured. 

He laughed at that and moved aside to let me through, angling his body so that I was forced to brush against the thin fabric of his button-down shirt as I entered.

I could not see him. He was still standing behind me when I came to a stop.

"You shouldn't open the door just like that," I began. "Some money-hungry psycho could come in and kill you."

He laughed again, the sound a low rumble that was getting closer. I just looked ahead of me and at the sky that paved his glass walls.

"If I were drunk, I might actually think I heard some concern in there."

I rolled my eyes, kept my voice leveled. "Maybe a little."

"There are cameras." He came to stand in front of me and looked at me then, his eyes calmer, taking me in with ease.

"You came alone," he stated, moving back to lean against the wide mahogany desk in which he worked. I took the opportunity to look around me at his office, or better yet his floor, and saw that it was, for lack of a better word, lovely.

The walls were painted a soft gray, and the wall directly in front of me was made of a pristine glass. His floors were a rich, dark wood, and the lighting was a dim cast of white. Furniture was sparse, but the crystal decorations over the walls and hanging from the ceiling made up for it completely.

"Yes, I did. My mom was tired and my dad isn't home yet. So here I am, and here are the papers," I said, reaching for my bag and handing them out to him.

He reached for them, crossed his arms over his chest. There was a soft, ever-knowing grin on his lips as he watched me.

"What?" I asked, feeling self-conscious. He must have noticed my obvious desire to escape.

"Why don't you sit for a minute," the question sounded more like a command. "There are some things I need to ask you."

My brows furrowed at his words, but I sat down on one of the leather chairs before his desk. I was glad that he sat down in turn, for it made me uncomfortable to have him look down on me.

The chair he took was the one beside mine, not the larger one behind his desk.

"Ask away," I murmured, looking at his face.