Property Of a Millionaire

5. Property Of a Millionaire

Miles' Point of View

It's been 2 weeks. 2 weeks of being the CSA (Computer Science Analysts) for Mr. Maximilion Ivanov. He hasn't called me into his office ever since the interview. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing. It's been going good, I've met a few people here in the office and it's been going good. Key Word: Been.

"Your assistance is needed in my office, a quarter after 1 o'clock." The phone call cut once he finished his sentence. He sounded so professional and sexy, lord have mercy on me.

I check the time on the computer in front of me and it's already 1:00 PM. Thankfully, I wasn't too far from his office so I continued to log more information down on the charts.

"Um excuse me?" I heard a voice call out to me.

"Hi, I would like to make an appointment with Mr. Ivanov." I looked up to the prettiest set of grey eyes. When our eyes met, a smile grew on his face. He definitely super handsome.

"Hey, sorry Hello. The receptionist is right up there." I told the man but he shook his head and looked down at his feet before picking his head back up towards me.

"You see I would go there, but she isn't as pretty as you." A blush crept on my face as I shyly looked down at the keyboard.

"I'm not pretty, I'll make the appointment, what time would you like?" I asked him without looking at him directly in his eyes. Of course, he wouldn't take that. He dipped his finger underneath my chin and lifted my view to his own. He had on a similar ring to the one Max always wears, but his with a different sigil on it.

"Pretty. Handsome. Beautiful. Whichever one it is, you're all of it. 2 in the afternoon next Monday, please." His voice was smooth, and his face looks heavenly. Wow.

"Can I get a last name please?" I haven't even realized his finger was still on my chin until I heard the familiar sound of his doors open.

"Chalamet." His voice sounded even deeper as if he was angry.

"Ivanov." Chalamet or whatever his first name tagged back.

"If you could keep your hands to yourself and off my employees and away from my business, that would be great." Ouch, sounds like someone's mad.

"Don't worry old friend. Only here for a second, you'll be seeing me next week Maxi. As for you, beautiful, I hope to see more of you." Smooth.

"Stevenson. My office. Now." I finished typing in Chalamet's appointment and sent it to the receptionist before following behind Maximillion. He opened the door and let me in first before coming and slamming the door. Guess who's in trouble for nothing? It's me! It's always fucking me.

"Stevenson. I would rather you keep your private business with people, private." I dropped my head in submission before answering him.

"I wasn't- We weren't- there wasn't anything." He calmly walked over to me and rested a hand on my shoulder. His grip slid down my arm and picked up my hand, his thumb grazing over my knuckles.

"I don't know what's wrong with me, but I can't have other men flirting with you under my own roof. You'll be working in here with me. Understood?" His tone was strict, nothing to be reckoned with.

"Yes s-sir, I mean Mr. Ivanov," I spoke softly as he gruffed in response. He dropped my hand back down to my side and walked to his desk. There was a smaller desk to the side of the office, facing him and I ran to it. Sitting on the seat, I looked forward to his working nature. He was currently looking down reading something or so I thought.

"I pay you to work, not to fantasize about me." He spoke as he wrote something down on the charts of papers in front of him, the ring still on his finger. I guess I never realized but he wore it everyday, all the time.