My heart is stripped just for you(H2OVanoss)

Part 4 - Lost boy

How did Evan and Jonathan met? Well there you go 😘. Thank you for your sweetness, guys. Love you. Enjoy ^.^
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(Vanoss POV)
I was lying down on the sofa in my office, enjoying my work time. I didn't have to do anything. I loved my life so much. I almost fell asleep when I heard a knock on the door.

"Yeah?" I mumbled and stretched myself.

"Sup, Evan?" I heard voice of my employee, Tyler.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, and looked at him a with concerns.

"There's some boy downstairs. He wants to talk with our higher authority. So I assume it's you."

Oh well. And I thought I could have slept this night through. I just hope he's not here to complain, like a jealous boyfriend, or protective brother.

"Let him upstairs. Do you know what does he want to talk about with me? If I need to prepare myself for some disaster," I joked, and got of the sofa.

Tyler just shrugged his shoulders, and then disappeared through the door. I sighed, and as quickly as I could cleaned the room a bit. When I heard a knock I sat down behind the desk, putting my professional look on me.

"Come in," I shouted.

The door opened and I saw young man, slightly older then me. He had brown hair, the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. He looked nervous, uncertain, unconfident.

"Evening. What would you like?" I greeted him with smile.

He coughed and stretched back of his head.

"Well... I'm here for the job. I want to work for you."

After his words I scanned him from up to down.

He isn't that bad looking, truth to be told he is really handsome, the body could be bit more muscular, but personality isn't what I'm looking for. I need confident men, or women, with high priorities. People who would be able to fulfill every dream of my customers. He's not suitable.

"You? You want to work for me?" I asked slowly, but I already rejected him in my mind.

Shame. He's really good looking.

"Yes. I'm good in lot of things. You won't regret this."

"Tell me, why are you looking for this kind of job? I don't really think you're fitting here." I asked, and he frowned.

"Why do you think I wouldn't fit?" He replied with question.

"Look at you. You came here all nervous and trembling. I don't need this kind of personality here. You should go back to your mum, boy. This isn't for you. Take job in Starbucks, or something."

(Author note: I work in Starbucks myself, so please don't take Evan's little insult personal.)

"But you didn't even give me even a slight chance to show you anything. You can't judge people by their first look," he started defending himself.

"Well I own this place, so with your blessing I can do anything I want. Now get out," I replied, my body slowly filling with annoyance.

I expected him to leave, but to my own surprise he walked towards me, really slowly, using cat walk, seductively. All of the sudden I felt attracted to him, like a magnet, like something inside me wanted him so bad.

It was something in his eyes, and the way he walked. I felt my own beating heart, I got really turned on, was totally frozen. He turned me to face him, slowly smirking. His face was a few inches away from me. I felt his breath on me, and I was in some sort of hypnosis.

"You're slightly drooling," he whispered, putting his hands on my chest, drifting down on my crouch.

It was at that moment I mentally slap myself. I move him back away from me.

"So?" He asked again with grin.

What the fuck? Was I really falling for this? What's wrong with me? I'm the dominant here! Why would I let him treat me like this? Who's is this guy? And how did he manage to get me turned on so easily?

"Sir? You ok?" He asked me with concerns.

I blinked several times to snap out of that state I was in. I was so confused over him. I had never met anybody who would so easily hypnotized me, and yet he did that.

"I mean, yeah... sure. I think we can try it. But don't get too much excited. I'm not promising you to keep you here, I just said we could try you. And you have to work hard."

He hugged me tightly, and I slowly breathed in his scent. It was something unusual, something  new.

"Thank you! Thank you so much, you don't even know how happy I'm. Man, this is amazing. So tomorrow?"

I was hit by his enthusiasm. He was like a small child first time in amusement park. It was fascinating.

"Yeah, tomorrow. 6 pm. Be here on time, or else you're fired,"

"Will do! Thank you again!"

I watched him leave, and once the door behind him closed, I returned to the sofa, where I lay down.

What happened? Who's this guy? What is going on?