The Devil Wears Armani (ON HOLD)

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Blair's P.O.V

I hate him. What did he think of himself? Or more importantly, what did he think of me. He was slave driving me. I thought I could survive this internship but now i was having my doubts. All I ever do is fetch coffee for that Christian. Christian. He was doing it purposely to annoy the shit out of me. And the worst part was that it was working. I was ready to quit any moment. Of corce I wouldn't actually quit. No matter how hard Christian tried.

The next morning, I made sure to arrive early with his coffee and morning paper. I waited patiently for him until I was standing for almost 20 minutes. And yesterday, he was mad at me for being late. Unbelievable! I made my way to the door to go to the loo and that's just the moment Christian decided to enter. I bumped into him head on but thankfully he caught me before I fell on my butt. We played a Little starring contest for about 30 seconds when I finally found my legs again and supported my own weight, getting out of his grasp. I have to admit, I felt a tinge of disappointment at the sudden loss of his body heat and his hands around me. He was as gorgeous as usual , dressed in an immaculate Armani three piece suit. He might be the hottest man I have ever seen. I wonder what it would like to be the object of his affection. I quickly brushed that thought away and mentally gave myself a kick for it.

"You're late mr Davidson." I said maybe a little too firmly.
At this he quirked his eyebrow up and he looked sexy as hell doing it.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience boss,I'll try to follow the rules next time." He said in sarcasm.

"I'm sorry sir, I was just out of line." I apologized quickly , mentally kicking myself for the second time in as long.

"And as for your question, I'm late because, I was organizing tickets for our next meeting.....in Vegas."
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I was going to Las Vegas. I was going to Las Vegas with Christian. Christian. Just the thought of me arises so many emotions in me. His arrogance made me want to kill him but his gorgeousness made me want to do anything for him. Oh my god what was wrong with me? This isn't like me . That guy is a jerk. He makes me do so much of work all the time which I wouldn't mind only if it was work related. I was so pissed at him. And now, I had to go to Vegas with him. This sucked. My flight was for tomorrow morning so I was let of work early. I called up Cheryl who ofcorce went ecstatic. We went shopping and she made me buy stuff that is not appropriate for business gatherings.
"OMIGOD I will die if you don't buy this dress. It's gorgeousness," she said holding up a beautiful black gown .
" Cher, are you crazy? I can't buy that dress. I'm going to Vegas for business not for playing poker or attend balls. I'm not buying it."
"Yes, you are. If you don't buy it I will never ever ever talk to you again. C'mon Blair, please. I swear this will be the last article of clothing you buy today." She said with huge puppy dog eyes.
"C'mon Cher , not the puppy dog eyes. Okay fine I'll buy the goddamn dress." I never could resist the puppy dog eyes.
"Yayayayay. Thanks B , you're the best." She said engulfing me in a huge bear hug.

I came home late that night because someone (Cheryl) decided I had to buy lingerie too. I mean seriously, I was going for business for crying out loud . But that's Cheryl for you. She made me buy matching lingerie for the gown I had just brought. It was lacy and I felt a blush just looking at it. When I reached home , I packed my bags and dozed of into oblivion. I had a dream that night. A dream about Christian. Jeez, the guy couldn't even let me rest in my dreams. I dreamt that he was kissing me and so passionate was the kiss that I actually felt that it was real. I woke up abruptly when kissing wasn't the only part we were doing. I couldn't believe it. I was actually attracted to Christian Davidson. I mean the guy was a Greek god in the looks department, no doubt about that, but he was an egomaniac jerk as well. But there was something about him that pulled me towards him and I couldn't help myself. It was already six o clock when I woke up so I decided it was best to get ready. I pulled on some juicy tracks and a hoodie and put on some gloss. I believed in comfort before style when it came to traveling. I was about to enter the airport when a thought crossed me mind. Was Christian attracted towards me too?
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Christian was already there when I entered. We were taking his private jet and everyone was already seated. Greg, Courtney and Jason from the creative team were also present. Christian looked good enough to devour even in casual wear. Casual for him ofcorce. He was clad in a crisp white shirt and a dark blue blazer that I remembered was from Armani's spring collection. The only unoccupied seat was beside Christian as the others were occupied by the other employees, so my only option was to sit beside him.
"Miss Blair, I'm glad you finally decided to grace us with your presence." He smirked, referring to me being a little late.
Grrrr. I hate him. He always made me sound so irresponsible. This was going to be a long, long flight.