Heart of Steele.

Chapter 3

Annnndd I walk into a hard wall. What? I realize that it wasn't a wall but a very  gorgeous man. He has the prettiest green eyes and dirty blonde curly hair. His hands are wrapped around my arms to prevent me from falling.  

Ughhhh, can I die already? Isn't there supposed to be a like a limit on the number of times I can make a fool of myself in a day?

I look up at him hesitantly but am instantly relieved to find that his eyes are sparkling with amusement, unlike the Greek god I had bumped into before. ' Well he is not the one who has coffee spilled over his expensive suit', my subconscious defends. I simply ignore her. 

" Oh my my, you are new here right? Cuz i am sure that i would remember a pretty face like yours.", he says winking at me. I immediately feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. Geez, is he flirting with me?

"Ummm, well technically i don't work here. Actually i am here for an interview, so...", i say in a small voice.

"I really hope you get the job, atleast then coming to this hell-hole everyday may become worth it.", he says with a smirk. Someone calls him and I take that opportunity to leave.Lets just say that flirting isn't my forte. I always end up tongue tied and my habit of blushing profusely doesn't help either. 

I bite my lip as the raven haired receptionist leads me into a waiting room where a few other women are seated. I glance around to notice that almost all of the are wearing formals, mostly skirts and very tight, low cut tops. I mentally roll my eyes at them. There's no way in hell that i am going to get this job by seducing the boss, it would be ironic since a perverted boss is the reason i am here in the first place.

After some time, the interviews start. One by one the women leave the room until i am the only one remaining. I can't help but start panicking, what if i blurt out something stupid? Oh my god i feel like i need to pee but i am up next, i don't think that i will be able to come back in time.

Just as i am debating over the abilities of my bladder, the lady appears. "Ms Monroe, its your turn. Please follow me." I silently follow her, staring at the back of her head. She walks up to the lone door at the end of the corridor and knocks twice before opening it partially and letting the boss know about me. I hear a deep voice acknowledge her before she ushers me in.

Oh God, this is it. I say a silent prayer to the almighty asking him to help me not make a fool out of myself in front of one of the most influential people in America. I step into the room and can't help but notice how cold the room looks. Its sleek like the rest of the office, and its huge. Like REALLY huge. I think my entire apartment could fit in here. Everything is white, except for the two red couches and the black desk and chair in the center of the room. The view from the window behind the desk is breathtaking. I can't help the small gasp that escapes my lips when i look at the view. Almost the entire city of New York can be seen from here. If this office belonged to me, I wouldn't be able to help but feel as if i am the ruler of the city.

I am so lost in my own thoughts that i jump when i hear someone clear their throat somewhere to my left. I take a deep breath and turn around only to have an heart attack. 

It can't be. OH NO! Shit. 

I did not spill coffee on just some rich dude, I spilled coffee on THE rich dude. The one who could prospectively be my boss, Aaron Steele. Whom am i kidding. after the little incident this morning, there are higher chances of Liam loving spoons than me getting this job. 

I can almost feel the universe laughing at me. The Greek God whose suit i ruined is sitting in front of me. There is a mix of shock and amusement in his eyes. Except for that his entire face is blank, not giving me any clue to what his reaction is. Of course I notice how handsome he is. His jaw is so chiseled that he could probably cut diamonds with it and his eyes are this piercing shade of blue. I can't help but remember the feel of his strong arms wrapped around me and i blush when i remember our proximity and the way his hot breath tickled my neck. 

'And then he dropped you on your butt and walked away without a second glance.', i remind myself. This helps me gain a little composure. No matter how sexy he is he is a complete arse.  

"Ms Monroe are you going to keep standing there like a statue or are you going to grant me the pleasure of carrying on with the interview?", his silky voice wakes me from my daze. Shit, i have been gawking at him. I really need to get a hold over myself.

An embarrassed blush creeps onto cheeks as i slowly nod and walk over to the chair in front of his desk, opposite to where he is currently seated. I am surprised that he is even letting me sit for the interview. After his reaction this morning i really thought that he would call security on me. 

This is going to be an interesting interview.