Faye

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I carefully recall whatever Hughes had said earlier and make my way to my new cabin.

Knock knock, Faye. Where the hell do you think your cabin is?

Right.

I make my way to the reception to ask wherever on earth my new found cabin was meant to be.

"Um, hey Romily, you think you know where my new cabin is?"

"You don't have a cabin Faye," he says in a matter-of-factly voice and I resist the urge to punch him and roll my eyes instead.

"Oh, yes, I know that Rom, I am sure I said, my new cabin, now, didn't I?" I say faking a really unnecessary smile.

"You got a cabin? A freaking cabin?! Look at me I still am caught up at the reception!"

"That's because you are a receptionist, sire," says a deep masculine voice and I immediately stiffen.

I spin on my heels to face the source of the voice and damn!

IS HE EVEN REAL?

"Um," I cough, "Thanks Romily, I'll find my way," I say and start to walk away when I'm stopped midway by the very alluring deep voice...

FOCUS FAYE!

"Uh-huh," the man laughs, "This way, Miss Archer." He smiles.

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I look in awe at the really large cubicle in front of me.

That is for me? And I get that because of some Mr. Brown?

He has to be one hell of a something if I, a writer, was to get something like that, for holding a freaking appointment with him.

But whatever really, I am a lucky bird.

Tall. Almost 6 feet, smooth blue fabric that I almost wanted to run my hand through, dark stubble, sharp nose, and wait...plump lips, and those eyes looking at me...don't look into his eyes, come back Faye!!

And oh, Nice shoes.

"Ahem," he clears his throat

Well, that wasn't my cabin I was looking at anymore it seems.

My eyes wandered off to a better view. Not my fault.

He looks like a freaking masterpiece now what do you expect?

"I'm-uh-I like the new cabin a lot, thank-"I stammer.

"Are you sure the cabin is the only think you liked so far?" he smirks, leaning on the door frame.

OH.

Why lord, is his shirt half open and that I want to already rip apart the rest of it because peeking into that olive skinned chest isn't already enough?

You have a boyfriend Faye!!

"Um, I'm sorry-uh-Sir."

I don't even know his name, but I know he's hot, so why not?

"Richard," he extends his arm out, and a small anchor tattoo comes into view.

"Faye, I'm really sorry about earlier," I say shaking his rough hand, clearly embarrassed.

And as red as a tomato, too.

"That's okay," he smiles, I kinda did that with you too, but you were way too busy to notice," I flush. "But I don't blame you." He grins, flashing a perfect set of big pearly white teeth.

I laugh. Cocky yeah.

"Alright, I'll get going, and oh, I hope you still remember the meeting scheduled with Mr. Brown." He smiles and leaves.

I sigh as the cool air from the ac hits my face as I enter inside.

Hot day, yeah.

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Heyyaa lovelies what ya all think? ;)