//Doomed//

3

We stand staring at each other, neither of us budging our glares. Only mine is a panicked, freaked out glare. As his is a powerful, controlling hold. With a smirk played across his lips. I break the gaze first. Feeling small and weak over his. His eyes seem bright and sparkling yet there's something dark there. Making me feel suddenly intimidated by him. I clear my throat quickly, taking my attention back to the woman behind the reception desk. "I er-" I pause, quickly debating on what to do. "Do i need to sign in?" i ask, not yet gotten the womans attention, but i speak anyway. Eager for her to give me instructions on where to go so i can get away from this weirdo. Who still stands there, watching me. I begin to fidget as she picks a book up "Name?" she asks sweetly. Then takes her attention to the pervert stood next to me, instantly blushing just from one look from him. She begins to flick her long, shoulder lengthed, brown hair over her shoulder with a big smile at him. I watch them both, scolding them both in my head. Seriously, just go get a room or something "Lea-anne Smith" i tell her quickly, trying to get her attention again as i rest my elbows on the high desk, becoming impatient. Not really caring at this point that I'm not coming across as professional.

"First day here?" He whispers into me, again. Again i get that same affect from him. Instantly feeling flushed and embarrassed that he seems to have this hold on me and makes my body go against my mind. My brain screaming at me to just ignore him, that he's a typical, smug guy. Who seems to think he can get and have whatever the hell he likes. Then my body's going all gooey eyed over this creep. Making me feel hot and strangely turned on by him, just from the look of him. Causing my legs to turn to jelly "Not going to answer, no?" he chuckles, amused at me stubborness. An probably rudeness to him. I keep my head facing the woman, making it clear i don't even want to talk. Still waiting for her to tell me where i should be. Seriously? What the hell is taking her so long? Oh yeah, she's going all perverted over the pervert who's perverting over me.

"You're on the 20th floor" she throws me a fake, bitchy-like smile then throws the book back down, again taking her attention back to him.

"Cool" i mutter under my breath as i set off walking in any random direction. Directions would of been helpful.

"I can take you" pervert shouts over in my direction, offering to help as i quickly spot the lift. Trying to quicken my pace so he stays away. Trying my hardest to get away. Then i can hopefully stay away. I know he's trouble. Something deep down in the pitt of my stomach is telling me he's bad. An i need to stay away.

"Let me take you" I'm not quick enough. He walks beside me, still amused at my mood. Clearly knowing i don't want to even speak to him, yet he won't budge "I like a challenge" he leans in to tell me as we both stand, waiting for the lift. I feel his eyes on me again before he bursts into laughter "You never used a lift before?" he jokes "you gotta press the button" he tells me before pressing it himself.

"Thanks" i say sarcastically before straightning my dress out. Trying to rid all the creases in it. I need to look and act - from this point - professional for my boss. That's all that matters now. Just concentrate on that.. i tell myself.

"Oh, she speaks" he teases when the lift finally arrives. No idea. That's all you're getting "You look nice" he purposly waits till i frown over at him for him to look me up and down. In that fucking perverted way again. He needs to seriously back the fuck off. I know judo! Thanks to my mums constant nagging for almost 2 years about my safety since what happened to me in the past.

I clear my throat again. Just to fill the awkward silence as the ride up to the 20th floor seems to be taking, quite literally forever.

"Are you nervous?" he pipes up again.

I shake my head this time. Hoping the fact he gets an answer - even though it may not of been spoken - will actually shut him up now. And even though that may be a lie, he can probably smell the nerves on me. Never mind see them. Along with the stench of those orgasmic cocktails... my mind comes to life to play tricks on me. Reminding me of last night and how he affected me then.

I begin to fidget. tapping my foot on the floor of the lift. Feeling his eyes yet to budge away from me. I slowly turn my gaze to him, planning to throw him a snooty frown. But as soon as my eyes connect with him. I instantly back off. Just from his eyes, the power yet darkness they hold, i know to back the fuck off and stay away from this man. He's no one to be messed with.

"Are you excited then?" he nags on for any form of conversation.

"Oh, for god sakes. Do you ever shut up?" i spit, beyond annoyed at this point. But again, he finds it amusing. Chuckling away to himself as i mumble under my breath at how annoying he is.

"Behaviour like that could get your ass fired you know?" he nods, but he's still amused as the smirk gorws wider on his face.

The lift finally pings and the doors fly open fast, thankfully. Without another word i practically run out of there.

Another brunette is at the reception up here too. The boss must have a serious liking for brunetted girls. As i scan around quicjkly, It seems I'm the only blonde up here. Odd. "Hi, Lea-anne, isn't it?" The woman asks sweetly just before i reach her desk "Yeah" Oh, crap "I mean, yes" i look behind me hoping to god creep hasn't followed on. Luckily for me, he hasn't. I turn back around to the lady, clearly nervous. An i think she senses that "You'll fly through today. Trust me, don't be so nervous" she flashes me a friendly smile before her phone rings "excuse me" she apologises before answering more professional to how she spoke to me. Which i find nice. Makes me feel a little more welcome and relaxed. "Oh, I'll have her sent right in" she looks up at me before putting the phone back down. "Mr Healy would like to see you before you start" she smiles before pointing over in the direction.

Oh, double crap. This can't be good. Can it? I've not even started yet an I'm already being sent to the bosses office. Oh shit. What if that creep has reported me for my behaviour. Or language. Attitude? It could be anything. I panic. But i figire i may aswell just get it over and done with. I get to the door, steadying a breath, i knock on his door quietly.

"Come in!" he shouts. I push the door open with unnecessary force. Not realising my mood from before is starting to creep in and affect me. What is with that guy. What's his problem? And why has he gotten me into trouble with the boss, already. With 5 minutes of being here. Arsehole.

He turns on his heels quickly, from looking out of the window. Hands in his black trouser pockets. With a black shirt, and the top button unfastened. He looks.... "Ah, Miss Smith" he grins, wickedly "How lovely to meet you again"

Oh, give me a break!

"You've got to be kidding me!" i curse out.

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I've not checked for spellings, so please bare with on this till i can sort it out for you.        x        x