Princess °° Freddie Highmore [dd/lg]

chapter sixteen:

-- C H A P T E R
S I X T E E N --

Saturday came by sooner than I expected. The week flew quickly and I'd gotten a lot accomplished in regards to my courses.

I awoke at 8:30a.m, deciding on what to wear. I ended up going with a simple gray t-shirt, jeans, brown boots and a navy blue cardigan. My auburn hair tied back in a high ponytail.

I grab a bowl of cereal and listen to the radio, hearing old songs such as Don't Stop Believin' by Journey and another song by Whitney Houston. I liked all types of music generes, but my least favorite was techno. I have no comprehension as to why that genre exists.

Before I knew it, I was out the door and in my car; ready to take the world by storm and what it had to offer me. I was on my way to Freddie's office, and the one thing that kept going through my mind was:

What did he have to tell me?

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Parking my car in front of Freddie's building, I lock the doors, grab my purse, and walk inside. The receptionist desk remained empty. Maybe Jade was right... Maybe Freddie was going to offer me my job back...

I fish my phone out of my pocket and send him a text, then make my way over to his office.

Once I'm in front of the designated area, I knock on the door. From the other side, I hear Freddie's voice shout: "Come in!"

I step inside and give out a shy smile. "Hi, Mr. Highmore," I greet. "you wanted to meet with me?"

Freddie nods as he is sorting through paperwork. "Yes," he replies, "I do." He then looks up and gestures towards a chair. "Please sit."

I sit down across from his desk, the window overpowering both of us; making us look smaller than we were.

"Are you wanting me to work for you again?" I ask as I anxiously rub my hands on my jeans.

Freddie shuffles the last stack of paperwork and places it on the right side of his desk. "If you're thinking that, I have to tell you that you are wrong, Amanda." he replies bluntly. He looks at me, his eyes narrowing at my face and body. I grow weak in the knees. What is this man doing to me?

"Then what did you want to talk about?" I ask, not understanding why he had me come here.

"I am going to tell you something that no one outside of my private life knows," he says now, his arms on the table; hands clasped together. "and you have to promise me that if I make you uncomfortable, please tell me."

His voice is stern and and his eyes are dark; almost deadly. It was quite scary to see. I didn't understand this hold he had on me. Was it dominance? Control? I couldn't put my finger on it. And although his stare on me was scary, it sent a warm sensation throughout my arms and legs; resting in the pit of my stomach.

Again, his words from the other day rang through my head.

You're doing something to me, Ms. Helgard...

"Okay," I reply, gulping. "I promise."

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