Into My Heart

Attacked

Poplar couldn't find anything remotely decent to wear until 7.45 in the morning. She was at the task from about 5 ealry morning. Most of what she wore were full cotten tops, linen pants and flowery long skirts. They are a big no no for a decent semi business meeting. Poplar did in no way wanted to appear as a full time hippie infront of Wulfnight Grey.

Finally, lying very low in the closet Poplar found an apple green mixed white dress that smartly hugged the upper part of her body and spread into a fine flared. It didn't give her the smoking hot look or the sexy look.It gave her a semi nerdy confidant look while highlighting the natural elegance that Poplar does not usually flaunt.

Poplar was never a one to flaunt her body or her intelligence. The only asset she usually used against innocent victims was her dazzling smile. One flash of that dazzling smile, you would do anything for her.

By 8.00 in the morning, in her apple green,white dress complimented with light green heals and a white fansy hand bag Poplar was driving like fast and furious to make it on time to her meeting with the publisher.

Poplar's mind was completely on one thing the whole morning and that thing was a walking talking hotness in the shape of Wulfnight Grey. She had met him only twice and both times their communication has been one of hellos and howdoyoudos. When Wulfnight Grey visited her at the hospital after the Chinese porcelain incident,she was dizzy and couldn't comprehend what he was saying to her. All she did was to stare at his light brown pool of sexiness and nod her head at every time he paused.

The second time Poplar met Wulfnight Grey, she was not in a compromising situation. Yet when he walked up to her to congratulate her for the debut success, Poplar's mind suddenly again went dizzy. She couldn't hear exactly what he was saying. She was busy craving his lips on every inch of her body. She wanted his smoldering hot eyes to ranksack her body and Poplar didn't like the way her mind suddenly has a mind of its own. So when Wulfnight Grey started to stike a decent conversation with her and Matilda, Poplar tactically excused herself mumbling that she wanted to use the restroom.

That is more or less the kind of conversation that Poplar has had with Wulfnight Grey.

Don't you dare go dizzy today when speaking to my Adonis publisher, Poplar mumbled to herself.

When Poplar reached the majestic building of the Grey Publishers, Matilda was already waiting for her at the lobby.

"I am so glad you made it Pop." Matilda said flashing Poplar a relieved smile. "I was worried that you would back down."

"I have been dreaming of Chinese porcelain ever since you told me that I am suppose to meet him" Poplar said, nodding her head with a serious look.

"Hahaha! Does that mean you have been dreaming of Wulfnight Grey for the last few hours of your sleep???" Matilda asked suppressing her laughter.

"Let's just say a nightmare with loads of porcelain." Poplar said visibly shivering. 'And very appealing sexy lips. Damn those brown eyes and the smirk...' Poplar was trailing off.

"...so he has thought of you. Hello!"

Poplar was brought back to the world by a Matilda who had an amused look in her eyes.

Crap! "Mhhhh..yeah...I mean what did you say?" Poplar asked wide eyed trying to stop blushimg.

"you were not listening to me Poplar! Maybe you should hear the news from the Wulf himself!" sa chuckling said opening a door which says CEO/Editor in chief.

A very much otherwisely engaged Poplar, accompanied by a very dizzy mind, entered into Wulfnight Grey's office.

What she was expecting was a devastatingly handsome Wulfnight Grey sitting behind a massive board room table. But what Poplar Evergreen was not expecting was almost diamond-cut, vampire looking, very well groomed group of very attractive gathering staring at her appearance together with Wulfnight Grey.

Poplar knew she was attacked. A planned out, silent attack.