Kittie Tales

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven: The Quitters Jitters.

Alessandra

"Why did you help my brother?!"

Those were the first words I blurted out the very minute I walked briskly into his, our office this bright working Monday morning that wasn't so bright anymore.

That didn't sound right, in a way...

Our..

*scoffs*

I'd rather swim with sharks in the deep blue sea than agree to have something in common with this bulldog of a man, and that's putting it nicely...

You would, would you?, my brain taunted.

*scoffs*

But would you like to know what greeted me this bright working Monday morning that wasn't so bright any more?

Silence.

Complete silence.

If you count the only sound being the ruffling of pages turning in the big and spacious room. And of course, the thumping of my own heartbeat. The 40th floor was way too high to hear the noise from the traffic down there. I'd assume he made his office soundproof.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!", I raised my voice a notch higher. Perhaps he's too hard of hearing.

Still utter silence.

David turned over a page of the folder he was busy reading, unfazed by my furiousness, the sound of my raised voice and the intensity of my glower. Personally, I think he should be more afraid. I would gladly put my hands to work on his perfectly sculpted neck and squeeze hard, like you would an empty toothpaste tube.

"Endeavour not to scream down the walls of my office, Miss Montez", came his dry answer, not once taking his eyes off the folder. He was acting like he didn't have a single care in the world (I'm sure he didn't), like the woman standing in front of his desk  A. K. A. Me, wasn't looking too angry enough. My fingers twitched unconsciously.  

"I want to know why, dammit!", I hit the desk to get his attention, more annoyed over the fact that he was paying the folder more attention than he was paying me, a living thing.

A talking living thing.

Perhaps maybe I wasn't the one bringing more zeros to his already overly 'zeroed' accounts, but I deserved recognition...

He threw me a levelling gaze, one that clearly justified my previous thoughts. I had the opportunity to gaze and appreciate the beauty that was his face once again and the words I had prepared myself to blast him with got lodged somewhere in my throat.

Damn! This man is beautiful.

I momentarily forgot about every other thing, like why he was staring at me with his signature demeaning glare, why I was standing there and cheerfully receiving the brunt of the said glare, why the white inner shirt fit snuggly against his marvellously chiseled form, why the weather is so sunny today...

"Watch that tone, Miss Montez!", he warned in a low, dark and menacing voice. "That's no way to address your boss. I do not particularly fancy my employees involving me in a shout down"

I had briefly forgotten what a glorified prick he was. Trying not to get too affected by the ferocity in this particular man's voice was indeed a great feat anyone could never accomplish, if you ask me. It was hard overlooking it too. I was angry first, you know. He can't change the cards on the table now.