Won't You Please Remember Me? (ON HOLD)

Chapter 9 - Her Thoughts

Hey, guys! I managed to write the next chap so I won't make you hear me blabber so long. Hope you guys like it and please vote or comment if you did.

On to the story:

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Santa Claus’s Son is My Master?! WTF!!!

Recap:

“Besides, it’s rare for him to show this much determination. Let’s just stand back and watch him. It’s much more entertaining.”

Julie let out a chuckle, “You can’t be more right.” Then he looked back at the corner where Sammy turned. “But knowing him, he’ll do something drastic. Just you watch.”

“Of course.”  Miriam’s lips quirked. “He always takes things on to the next level.”

                I slowly pushed the door open and slipped in quietly into my room. It’s already about eight o’clock and I can see the full moon shining brightly outside my incredibly large window. I slowly pushed it back and heard the quiet click of the lock.

                Safe. I breathed out a sigh of relief and walked across the plush carpet to my bed; then crashed on it. I didn’t even bother changing my clothes and all for a very good reason. I’m burned out.

                I spent the rest of the day trying to avoid my boss, and since the building practically belongs to him; it’s a lot harder than you think. I had to go back, duck below tables, and check every corner for any sign of him while doing my regular duties as his assistant. Funny, I really did feel like a ninja. I can imagine myself going to the air ventilation pipes or whatever you call them and squeezing myself inside like in those movies. I smirked at that. What a crazy idea.

                Thankfully, my boss got called out by a meeting somewhere else in the city and I had a boss-free afternoon in his office, fixing his stuff and attending his calls. I may not look like it and I didn’t finish high school and all, but I can be relied once I know enough. Miriam was real sweet to help me get adjusted.

                Ugh. Thinking about Miriam reminded me of what happened this morning.

                I lifted my head up with a scowl on my face and grabbed one of those soft pillows and curled myself into a ball, hugging the pillow between my legs and in my arms. Then I screamed high and long into the pillow like some crazy girl fanatic seeing her idol.

                I’m so stupid! I scolded myself mentally.

                Why did I do that? How could I do that? It’s not like I’m some helpless maniac in dire need of a man. I’m an independent, hardworking, simple girl. Guys don’t hold an interest for me.

                I snorted at that.

                Well, guys used to not hold any interest for me. Until that impossibly sexy boss came into my life, that is.

                I gave another scream into the pillow.

                I should not have accepted the offer for this job. I could be at my own apartment, with my own new bed and pillow and blankets which I was able to buy, and in the next morning, I’ll be greeting Joe and I can fix cars like I used to. That’s how it all used to be. But now I’m in a luxury building with its offices and a residential division. And a boss that lives just above me.