Office Play

Touchy Date's

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Victoria's Pov:

Think! Think! Think! C'mon Victoria just think! What can you wear to impress Mr.Macho!? No he is a big...... Um......stupid head! Yeah! No! Who am I kidding he is the most attractive man I have ever seen!

You are probably asking yourself ' Why is she so bipolar? Well I will tell you why! Mr.James is taking me out on a 'date' well more like 'forced date' tonight and I am freakin out!! I don't like the fact that I barley know the guy and I usually don't go out with guys I don't know, but I just can't help but like him a bit. I mean who wouldn't like a guy who is no less than 6'3, extremely wealthy, incredibly handsome and mysterious all at the same time!

Anyway I am trying to choose between a red strapless dress that ended right above the knee, or a black dress that ran right across my shoulders and clung to my body in all the right places. ( picture on my Instagram! Totinos131)

Deciding on the black dress, I though it would give me a sexier appeal.

I paired the black dress with some pitch black pumps and the simple yet elegant diamond earring's that my mother had bought for me when I was attending high school, being that my parents did have a good amount of money.

I don't come from a poor family, but I don't come from a rich one either. We were very comfortable, and I was very blessed, but I refused to take my parents money when I left home because I wanted to hold my own.

Plus I didn't want to have to think that I had to pay them back or that I had to owe them anything, even if they are my parents.

Anyway, to finish getting ready, I curled my brown hair letting it fall down my back in loose curls. I always wanted to die my hair black, but I heard it damaged your hair so I never did. Well besides the fact I am to self conscious to do anything like that.

Right now it is 7:30, but I'm not sure what time Mr. James is picking me up because, well he never said. Then again I never asked spi guess we are both at fault here. So I'm just gonna wait around a bit and if he comes the I w-

I was cut out of my thought by the doorbell ringing. Ok? So if he comes he will just ring the doorbell? Fabulous, I guess that worked out good I guess.

Walking up to the front door I couldn't help but think, what does he think of my crappy building or what will he think of my dress? All of these thoughts running through my mind, only making me more nervous.

Stopping at the mirror by the door I checked myself one last time, before grabbing me little black studded clutch, and opening the door.

Speechless, I couldn't say a word. He said it all, Mr. James was stood in front of me, dressed in an all black suit. The only pop of color was the bit of white that peaked out from under his blazer, and the red velvet tie he had tucked into his blazer as well. His jet black hair was just left natural and flowed freely on top of his head. His hair was short but not to short, just long enough to run my fingers through. His blazer cling to his muscular build , making his muscles prominent, but still living a bit of a mystery as to what is underneath.

Being brought out of my stare session by Mr. James' hand being held out for me to take, I kindly accepted. He led us to double doors, not even twenty steps from my door. They looked to be elevator doors, though I knew this was impossible because we don't have an elevator.