I tried to remain optimistic that Mr. Grey probably wasn't as scary as everyone here made him out to be but Olivia's sympathetic expression suggested otherwise. Then I recalled the good looking African American guy who left the very same office with a smile on his face, in fact he was so happy that he smirked and even gave a friendly wink as he passed by me. His ardent antics were contagious, they caused me to grin back in return. And didn't Kate said that it was widely speculated that the CEO was gay? That made me think of the stud's happy departure in a new perspective; Sugar Daddy Grey? No wonder all the women here seemed so agitated. Their charms weren't working. Ha!
Either the intimidating door to Mr. Grey's office was being exceptionally stubborn as I repeatedly fumbled with the handle or perhaps I was on edge. My hand slipped a number of times and nervous moisture gathered over my brows. I had made a promise that I would surprise myself today which meant I wasn't ready to give into nerves just yet. If I was unable to overcome my apprehension prior to conducting a mere interview what were the chances that I could one day secure a good career and make dad proud?!
Nerves wouldn't put food in my stomach or help me unburden Kate by moving out. I'd not even paid the insignificant rent that she reluctantly settled on for two months now, because of my post-university unemployment.
These were enough incentives to strengthen my resolve.
I lightly pushed on the heavy doorway and resisted the urge to peek inside before walking head first into an unknown territory. Oh for God's sake! I needed to get over this anxiety. Opening the door with a force that was more than necessary, I gave myself an internal swat and strutted inside with a composed face, my arms rod stiff beside me, back straight. Yep, I was doing just fine, I could do this!
My accomplished entrance and internal cheering were both cut short when in an unfortunate moment the strap of the bag dangling by my shoulder was sharply tugged, followed by my balance being compromised. For a second there I resisted my fall and tried to regain my steadiness but at last the cursed gravity won and I tumbled on my lucky Louboutins, making love to the ground in a rather embarrassing manner. Why hello there Mr. Ground, so nice to see you again! Mr. Ground appeared to be a constant in my life lately, and here he winked back in the guise of a luscious floor-covering.
My traitorous bag made good of the gaped opening and let its varied contents scatter around the luxuriant white carpet. Seeing my embarrassing eating habits and bank full of coins on display, I made quick work of picking them up. In an effort to do so, the carelessly screwed bottle of my vitamin water leaked a few drops, staining the expensive carpet in a light yellow. Shit! I hope I wouldn't get in trouble for my tardiness or worse wind up paying for it. I was sure I couldn't afford to replace a carpet of this quality. I lightly poked the stain in an effort to diffuse it so it wouldn't seem so stark but the fear of making it worse stopped me from further experimenting. I decided to leave the stain alone and thought I'd take care of it if anyone had caught me and pointed it out. Right now I just needed to turn a blind eye, do what I was supposed to do and get the hell out of here as soon as possible. I got on my knees and quickly gathered my stuff in my hands, tucking my hair out of my face, "Should have put them in a band." Grumbling under my breath, finally, I dunked everything back in my bag, dusted myself and stood up from the floor, this time careful not to trip.
My gaze wandered around the elaborated room and that was when realization slowly dawned on me. I had been in the CEO's office all this time, making a perfect fool out of myself, I was sure. Someone please kill me now. God, if you let this unprofessionalism go unnoticed by him or at least had given him a bathroom emergency during this debacle I promise not to read smut for two days.
My heart thudded when the surroundings felt charged with electricity and the hair on the back of my neck stood up in alarm. A very distinct masculine scent invaded my nostrils before any physical awareness was brought forth. Someone was standing right behind me. I saw a large shadow envelop my smaller silhouette at the nearest wall. Swallowing, I gingerly turned around and head first came face to face with a gray suit and white collared shirt pulled taut over a muscled chest.
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Claiming of Fifty shades
RomanceShe could love me. She could even hate me. She could loathe my guts but she was not allowed to forget me. Love and hate, both can pave the path to obsession, especially when the thin line that separates them begins to blur. Warning: Dark!