Taming The Lockwood

Two

Raph^^^

anyways, for my three readers...

"Nora." I reply, glancing down at his calloused hand sceptically before reaching out and taking it in mine. His warm hand tightens around mine firmly before he releases it, our eyes refusing to break contact with each other in a silent battle of dominance until I look away when I feel the pain of tears prick my eyes. Ugh, I hate having sensitive eyes.

A knowing smirk breaks out on his face, his head tilting to the side slyly, "Nora, hm? My pleasure." He tests out my name on his lips and my hand moves back to my side, an anxious sheen of sweat forming over my skin.

I wipe my sweaty hand against the side of my skirt, and smile in relief when the 'ding' sound of the elevator, echoes throughout the metal cage. My heart skips a beat at the sudden distraction.

Filled with relief, I hurriedly step out, the sound of my heels clacking against the floor bringing me unwanted attention from a nearby worker. I shoot him a small smile and he looks up at me, a tight smile on his lips which instantly vanishes when he catches sight of the figure following closely behind me.

Immediately, he stands up, making his way towards us, "Mr Raphael, w-we weren't expecting you today." He stutters out, a look of panic quite evident on his face. His hand runs through his brown hair- a messy mop on the top of his head, the strands tousled and tangled between each other as though he had a habit of touching it often. His eyes are a clear hazel, but currently held a look of worry.

"Expecting me?" Raphael snorts out from beside me. "I don't need to be expected, I'm family, for goodness' sake. Now is my dear brother in? He has some visitors." He wraps his arm around my waist firmly, pulling me against his side. My eyebrows furrow in confusion at his words, but the feeling of his fingers digging into my right hip seem to be all the more distracting. I place my hand above his, attempting to pry his fingers away.

What on Earth?

Who does he think I am?

"Mr Lockwood's currently in a meeting."

I take a step away from him forcing his arm to fall back to his side.

I jut my chin out, holding out my appointment card to the man stood in front of us, "I'm here for an interview..."

This is turning into a mockery.

"I'll do it. Don't worry George." Raphael cuts me off and reaches out, taking the card from my hand smoothly.

George's eyes widen, his eyes flicking to his left, where a glass door spans out across the entire wall, revealing a small office-like reception area. "I-I don't think that's a good idea, sir," He speaks out hesitantly, visibly gulping. "I'll call HR."

"Ah, Nora and I have already become acquainted so I'm sure it won't be much of a bother. Let my dear brother know where we are once he's finished up." With that, he places his hand on my lower back, guiding me away from George and away from the glass door that George seems to find intimidating.

He leads me to a smaller, vacant room at the end of the corridor and I follow him in, watching as he half closes the blinds and sits himself down in the black, comfortable looking office chair placed behind a big oak desk. The entire room contrasts heavily with the rest of the building. Its old, warm and cosy atmosphere juxtaposes the modern, glass like structure of the rest of the area.

"Please take a seat, Miss Evans." He refers to the seat opposite his and I accept his request, perching down on the edge of the chair with my legs crossed over one another.

I've got it.

"Now, where do I begin...?" He begins fumbling with the papers in front of him, a frown temporarily marring his face as he searches for a specific paper. I watch him, too nervous to find the whole situation amusing.

There's no doubt he is quite handsome. The Lockwood family had great genes with their younger sister being an A-List model.

Raphael, however, had more of a boyish look to him that screamed 'player'. He had full lips paired with the perfect slope of an angular nose, thick eyelashes and effortlessly tamed eyebrows.

"There it is." He grabs a paper and a pen, his gaze moving back to me, as he focuses his attention back to the situation at hand. "Tell me a little bit about yourself,"

"Nora," He adds on at the end as he looks up at me, an encouraging smile gracing his features.

***
An hour later

A large grin is plastered across my face by the end of the interview. It had gone quite well, if it's right for me to judge according to Raphael's expressiveness. His constant murmurs of approval and nods built my confidence and we somehow got to the end.

He'd asked me a series of competency based questions, nothing too challenging thankfully. His blatant openness had also made it much easier for me to relax and calm down. The research I had conducted certainly came in handy and I thanked the heavens for my mother always teaching me to be so proactive.

I open my mouth to convey my appreciation, but before I can get anything out, the door bursts open, causing me to jump in fear as a figure shoots through it. Instinctively, I grip onto the edge of the table.

Raphael simply smirks, his arms moving to the back of his head, as he stretches out like a cat that got the cream.

"Lovely of you to finally join us, Gabe." He drawls out sarcastically, his lips pursed slightly at the edges. I turn in my chair, eyes widening at the sight in front of me.

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oops 🙊 wonder who the cat dragged in