1st May 2014,
Eventful...that was the first thing that came to mind when I think about today. It was day 3 working at Styles Enterprise and I still feel all giddy when Mr Styles' walks into the office. It's normal to have to hot's for your boss, but surely it's a crime to look that good and be able to work as a CEO and in an office full of women. Some men. For things that females are 'unable' to do. But every women in the office seems to swoon when he walks in, it's funny to watch but i'm sure i'm the exact same way.
I was sure he caught me out today, he walked in and looked in my direction and i swore i soaked my panties. And believe me i found it hard to go on like nothing happened. The way his glazing green eyes swept across the room eyeing all the women in their lowcut tops and tight pencil girls as they swayed their hips walking around the room. I could have sworn he sighed at them though - like he'd seen them do it so many times he was starting to get bored? Not that i would know...I wouldn't have a clue what's going through his head. He seems closed off?....I would know. Being a journalist for what?...4 years? The way people are, you soon pick up on things.
After sighing he looked at me, walking over towards me he's eyes staring intently at me as he moved forward and if I wasn't a coward and I knew i'd be able to stare back without breaking eye contact - I would have. But I couldn't do that, he was just so intimidating..and gorgeous. Oh he was gorgeous for sure - Sex God? Yes.Yes.Yes. He can take me to bed anyday.
Thea then placed her bed down between the two pages she promised to fill with writing after she took this phone call. It was only 6pm so it was hardly late, but she had gotten the afternoon off after her meeting with Mr Styles and Assistant CEO, Mr Brand. It was about her position in the job, she thought - like most would - that she would just get the office job because that was all she was qualified for. Turned out she was wrong...he was given her the job of being his assistant. He talked her through it all, gave her some papers and told her to read through it and sign if she was willing, either way, they had to be on his desk by seven in the morning.
Her phone continued to ring, the sound bouncing off of the walls of her empty apartment. She glanced at the name on her phone 'Mr Styles' it read. Causing automatic butterflies in her stomach. She answered it and placed it against her ear.
"Mr Styles? What's wrong?" she asked - she would never have expected him to call her, at any point to be honest. But three day's in and he was already the most common number that called her phone.
"Miss Evans?...How does dinner sound to you? Italian? Do you like Italian?" he mumbled on the phone in his slow, husky, sensual voice that would make any woman fall instantly. However, she remained 'cool' and smiled as she answered with a small chuckle.
"Dinner sounds good, Italian? My favourite" she answered as she traced imaginary patterns on her wooden desk she was sat at.
"Great, I'll pick you up in half an hour" he said before hanging up leaving her a little stunned. She pulled her phone away from her ear before looking at it. She took a few couple of deep breaths before locking her phone and leaving it on her desk before quickly going in for a shower.
It took her all of twenty to thirty minutes to get ready, she was having her last glance in the mirror because her phone had just lit up - showing a text message from Mr Styles to say he was outside.
She wore her favourite skin tight yellow dress that showed all her dips and curves that she had. No they weren't the best, but she had slight which counted for something. She matched that with black heels and her hair was short, cascading over her bare shoulders which she then covered with a black blazer then added a clutch to finish off and hold her bits she needed.
The thing about having dinner with Mr Styles is not that you have to impress him, but more so the place he takes you. Clearly that's known from word of mouth, because this would be the first time he's offered to take her to dinner. And even though she heard he was bad news, that the whole siuation - being his assistant - was bad news, she felt drawn to him. To the idea of being his assistant. She would rather find our for herself rather than by word of mouth.
