Miss Montreal

Chapter 3 : Miss Saturdays

To say that Lucas is pissed will probably be the understatement of his executive assistant career ish. One, who would wake up early in an ungodly hour on a weekend. Two, it's weekend and its Lucas's favorite day of the week. Okay, probably was his favorite day.

In his old Vans, rugged jeans, an old flannel shirt and a tee-shirt underneath. Lucas was running late, and he didn't mean too. His body clock wasn't informed enough that he needs to get up early on a non-working day. Lucas was sweating profusely as he ordered one Caramel macchiato, one black coffee, and muffins inside the bustling Starbucks.

Miss Montréal, Bugatti guy labeled on the coffee. Very creative if he does say so himself.

Coffees and muffins in both hands, he hastily walked on the pedestrian lane. Running, walking was both used just to arrive at the building where his boss lived. Grateful that Dione informed the reception that he will replace her, he sprinted inside the elevator without a problem.

For some odd reason, Lucas began to feel nervous in front of his lady boss's home. He began to entertain thoughts such as his assumptions and questioned himself.
What if the place is trashed? Then he would clean the place.

Unfortunate soul.

What if he walked in and his boss was in a tonsil battle with her Bugatti man? Bloody tarnation, he would be psychologically scarred.

It was a mistake that Lucas didn't ask nor pry Dione about this Saturday and the coming more Saturdays after this. Is this work-related? Or is this one of that personal life management that Miss Montréal needed? This isn't one of that shopping, Lucas appalled.

He was about to enter the passcode when the door opened. His breath was snatched out from his lungs. It wasn't just plain green orbs, it was a glinting emerald gemstone that surprised him.

One that you wanted to treasure forever, rare and authentic. Bare of any kind of facial enhancements, baby hair all over her forehead, her pale face, slim nose, and natural pink lips- it was beyond perfection.

Gone was the neutral and business mood of his boss. No Miss Thorn that would prick your sensitive ass. Maybe this was one of the personalities that she used on her collection of men. But he never really know what everyone is around him that much.

"Good morning Mr. Sullivan!" Thorin beamed at him. Lucas' heart started to hammer against his chest. He swallowed hard, he needed to get a grip. Guard up!

She briskly opened the door, the stupefied Lucas entered. "Five minutes late."

"I-I'm sorry Ms. Montréal." Lucas mentally cursed himself because of his stuttering. He followed Thorin down to a white-coated hallway that brought them to her kitchen. A typical kitchen, that you would see in home magazines.

"I was kidding!" She chortled as they trudged through, Lucas can't help but check out his lady boss, clad in her cotton shorts, old navy shirt, and messy bun--- It was sexy. He could not believe that he was 'checking out' his freaking boss for crying out loud! That's forbidden fruit, it feels like he licked the fruit and burnt himself upon realization. He ought to punish himself for thinking inappropriately.

He placed the coffees and muffins on the marble countertop. Thorin snatched away from her Caramel Macchiato, "Is this yours.."

"It's for your boyfriend Ms. Montréal."Thorin twisted the coffee's body and read what was written, "Bugatti Man?!" Her waves of laughter echoed around the house, it was contagious but Lucas hid his grin.

He was screwed, Fray was right; she was notorious. And to think she wasn't doing anything, just seating opposed him and laughing her ass off! Guess he needed his guard upon his lady boss.