He Wants Me

Chapter: six

He was staring, once again. But I couldn't deny that I was staring right back at him, with my mind a jumbled mess.

Will he sack me? Fire me after what happened today?

Will I have to work in a fast food place for five years of my miserable life, just to pay him back?

"I had ziti yesterday." Is all he mumbles and my mouth pops open like a fish out of water.

"What?" I ask in disbelief and he tilts his head giving me an 'are you stupid look?', which I give him right back.

"You've fed me ziti two times in a row, change it up sometimes." He throws lightly and swivels his chair back around to face his computer.

"Is that all you wanted to say to me? After you've made me sweat for thirty minutes, as I waited for you to finish eating the ziti."

I swear if he says yes I'm going to throw my shoe at his head.

"No, we're going out of state." Is all he says and waves his hand in dismissal.

I sputter in anger and throw my hands up.

"Mr. Knight you can't just say that and dismiss me. I-I...you have to inform me about the whereabouts and what not. Don't forget I'm basically new here."

I growl in frustration and he leans back in his huge office chair, fingers wading lightly through his midnight hair.

I bite my lip and a images about all the things he could–stop! No fantasies about the boss, you're here for one thing, and one thing only.

Debt...

"What have I've told you about calling me that? Oh and you're right, I also want to talk about the meeting."

His deep voice interrupts my thoughts and my face flushes a bright hue of red.

"About that–uh I'm so sorry. It all just went to my head and I," his plump red lips lift, but do only that.

"You were brilliant!"

He booms and leans forward, placing his elbows on the hardwood surface of his desk.

"With you pointing out that I basically started his business, he gave me fifty percent of his stocks after you left. I have to give props Caleb, you were absolutely amazing today."

I slump back in my seat with a stupefied look. "Why would he do such an idiotic thing? Doesn't he know that at anytime, you can overthrow him and buy out his company?"

Lincoln smirks, a deadly smirk. "Exactly, without you I wouldn't have been able to take control of his company. Now I can do that when ever I see fit, because McBee is very incompetent. Sadly I didn't realize that quickly enough."

He mutters under his breath with a glare. I look at him pointedly with raised eyebrows. "Mr. Knight...you still haven't answered my question. Where are you taking me? Are we driving there?"

He actually smiles a full white toothy smile this time and leans back in his chair. "We're going to Marseille." He says and my face goes pale.

"A-as in Marseille, France? As in on a huge plane?" I ask in fear, with my mind running and worrying about just how we're getting to our destination.

"Yes." He deadpans and I swallow loudly. "B-but you said that we we're going out of state–you're you-you expect me to go out of the country? I don't even have a passport, let alone the shots to actually go out of the country."