The Wrong Kind Of Guy

Chapter 1

The bed was made. My beige comforter carefully put on the large queen sized bed so no wrinkles showed. I cast a look around my room, taking note of everything that was there. Just a nervous habit.
   Then I left my pent house, heading down to the main lobby where Bobby, the receptionist smiled at me.
   "Hey Ana," he said. Bobby was a kind man who I had befriended the first time I stepped foot in here to buy the penthouse at the top of this hotel.
   It wasnt a hotel. Not really. It was a rich peoples home. Full of rich snobby people with lots of money.
  Im glad I was nothing like them.
    "Hey, Bobby," I returned the smile.
  "Heading out?"
   "Yeah, figured that I might go out and get my nails done for once."
    He laughed as he glanced down to my plain nails.
" That would be a good idea."
I smile and wave as I head out the hotel.
   Smacking right into a very hard, very male chest.
"Oh, im sorry!" I say. Backing up to get a good look at the mans face. I mean he had to have been with a chest like that.
    Sparkling crystal blue eyes met mine and-
   "No, it was my fault," he said. Running a hand through his half shaggy half neat golden hair.
     He flashed a crooked smile and cocked his head to the side as if studying a very rare specimen.
      "Who are you? I dont think I have ever seen you around," he said and god just his voice made me want to-
        No. I pushed that thought away. This guy was just being polite and I was wanting to jump his bones.
        Geez Ana, get a grip.
Taking a sigh, I reply.
"Im Ana, nice to meet you." I stick my hand out for a handshake.
     Very professional.
The man just looked at my hand and snorted.
     "Im sorry," he said. Barely containing his amusement.
"But thats the funniest thing I have seen all day."  Then he pushed past me to enter the main lobby.
       Wait what?
I turn around to watch the man leave. His walk smooth and slow as if he had no rush. No worry in the world.
     What just happened?
I shake my head and leave the hotel and hopefully the mysterious sexy stranger behind.
                         ***
     After I came back from getting my nails done- french manicured- I head over to Bobbys desk.
    "Hey," I smile kindly.
He looked up a look of surprise flashing across his face before he grinned.
   "Hey! Let me see your nails," he demanded.
   I hold my hands out, proudly showing off my fingers.
   Bobby examined them and nodded slowly.
" I like them very much."
" Thank you."
"Mhm."
I lean forward and look into his dark brown eyes.
    He was really handsome honestly.
Dark brown skin with equally dark eyes and a easy smile.
     He was ALWAYS smiling.
And a flat top hair cut.
Cant forget that.
    "Who was that man earlier?" I ask him quietly.
Bobby glanced at his computer once before fixing his gaze back on me.
     "That was Marc Jacobs. Hes as snobby as they come."
       "He seemed pretty nice to me."
      "Wait until the next time you meet him."
I purse my lips and nod.
Marc Jacobs. Like the designer?
      I burst out laughing.
Bobby drew his brows in confused.
     "What are you laughing at?" He asked.
"Marc....Jacobs!" I gasp.
    Bobby nodded.
"Uh huh thats his name- oh!" He suddenly grinned as he realized what I was laughing at. It took me a moment to compose myself, but once I had, I flash Bobby a quick smile.
    "I think im gonna head back up. See ya later!" I call over my shoulder as I leave the lobby. Heading towards the elevator.
   Once in, I press the top floor and wait for the doors to slide open.
    During my wait, I lean my head back against the wall and close my eyes.
      The elevator doors opened early and someone else entered, but I was too lazy to open my eyes. Besides it was almost at my room.
    "Ana," someone with a very familiar deep voice said from beside me.
   I jump. My eyes flying open as I look into those all too familiar blue eyes.
    Marc smiled, but it was different. More cold and calculating as he studied me.
   I swallowed hard. Glancing at the timer thing on top the elevator doors.
   A few more floors. I could handle this. Turning my eyes back to Marc, I smile softly.
   "Hello."
He narrowed his eyes at me.
His lips pressed in a hard line as he stared at me.
  "What?" I managed to ask.
He just smiled as the doors slid open and the smile alone sent shivers down my spine.
   It was the kind of smile that someone gave before shoving a knife into your heart.
   And I bet that he broke a lot of those.
   I stepped off the elevator quickly trying to avoid him.
The doors slid shut and I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself.
    What had just happened?