Acting Royal #Wattys2017

Acting Badly 3

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She wished she'd known how hot he was! Clearly CEO's weren't all old and smelly. Seriously, there should have been a warning somewhere so she could have prepared herslef before walking into his office.

" Warning; potential employer is so hot you may have a problem talking, thinking, walking, acting like a human, not drooling, not stuttering and not landing up naked on his desk, his floor and potentially against his wall."

"Uh... Hi... helloooo... uh, Doris Granger. Hello. Yup!" She stuttered and extended her hand for him to shake. He didn't take it. Instead, he stared at her strangely.

"Sit!" He gestured to a chair and her wobbly legs somehow took her there. She watched him intently as he confidently strode to his chair and lowered himself into it. He wore a black suit and tie that screamed "I'm so expensive you could never afford me. EVER!"

His eyes were a dazzling sky blue, his jaw was chiseled like a runway model and his sandy blonde hair was perfectly styled. In fact, he looked more well groomed than many of the male actors she'd seen over the years- and that was saying a lot. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs and arms in an arrogant way that made him even more appealing, yet downright terrifying. Suddenly images of a certain Mr. Gray flashed through her head. She wondered if he also had a secret room somewhere...?

She cleared her throat and tried to imagine her neighbor who sported so much back hair that it made him look like he was wearing a fluffy Persian rug on his back when sunbathing in the corridor- as one does in a public corridor. But it wasn't working. Her wig was making her head itchy, and she tried to scratch it carefully. Shit. She wished she wasn't wearing this horrible disguise right now. She hated looking so damn ugly in front of such a hot man. Not that a hot man like this would ever find a girl like her attractive, but still.

"So...?" Man God spoke and his voice was dreamy and bedroom-y and husky as hell and she wanted him to whisper sweet, sexy nothings into her ears.

"So?" She repeated stupidly, her voice cracking slightly.

"I see you worked as an assistant in Uraguay?"

"Paraguay. The 'guays" can get very confusing." She smiled as widely as she could. Smiling like this would hopefully hide the fact she was a blatant liar.

"And how did you land up there?" he asked. "It's a rather unusual place to go and work in."

"Mmmm," her mind raced for an answer. "My uncle." She said the first thing that popped into her head. "He's South American and he..." she tapered off, unable to finish the lie that was about to come out of her mouth. "Uncle."

"Don't they speak Spanish there?" he asked.

"Si! Muchos gracias!" She quickly said the only Spanish words she could remember, and immediately regretted it.

"You speak Spanish?" he asked looking as perplexed as she felt right now.

She nodded. 'Don't say it, Petunia-Poppy Tiger-Lilly, don't say it'..."Fluent in it!" Fuck! Why had she just said that?

"Interesting," he said. "Of course Spanish is of no use here in South Africa. I mean, it would be better if you were fluent in isiZulu."

Please don't lie about being fluent in Zulu... she was mentally begging herself because she seemed to have lost all control of the things that were currently coming out of her mouth. *"'Nkosi Sikelel' iAfrika'." She said quickly.