Breaking beautiful

Chapter 2

Audrey dalton

I was in my office staring at this petite size girl, she has short brown hair with beautiful hazel eyes and faint freckles across her cheeks and luscious pink lips. Her hight was probably 5'1 or 5'2 she was so small I could easily pick her up and place her in my arms.

Her  eyes started to advert mines causing her to look the other way, I could tell I was making her uncomfortable but she was making me mad. " didn't say you could look somewhere else" I said

I looked at her face again and saw the small cut on her cheek from the glass, I'll give her a bandaid for that. She started to speek her words came out as a stutter then a full sentence. I was right I made her uncomfortable but don't fucking care.

" I don't fucking care, I didn't say you could look the other way" she was making me so mad, why couldn't she sit still. I saw her eyes getting a little watery , I must hurt her with my tone of voice. I didn't mean to, but that's just how I am

"S-sorry" she said, if I had pushed her a little more she would be a sobbing mess. I wouldn't mind seeing this petite girl cry in front of me, in fact it would be such a turn on. To watch her cry and whimper in front of me, before I was going to open my mouth to speak , she beat me to it.

She asked me about how I told the agency to keep everything thing private ,and because of that she doesn't know my name. She was looking at sorts of directions with her eyes, then she started to figet with her fingers waiting for an answer. I couldn't help but think of how cute she was in front of me, all shy and scared of me. I liked that.

"Audrey dalton" I told her, she looked confused at first then started thinking about my name, when suddenly her eyes popped wide open. From the fear look on her face, I could see she knew exactly who I was.

PERFECT

The realization from her eyes turned me so fast, I could tell she was practically ready to get out from that chair, and out to the door. I don't blame the poor girl for wanting to run, those smart enough always does.

"Let's start with the common ground rules shall we,

First. NO SWEARING

Second.  NO BACK TALK, when speaking to me.

Third. NO BRINGING STRANGERS INTO THE HOUSE

Fourth. NO GOING OVERBOARD WITH SUGAR, trust me I know when my kids had to much sugar,

Fifth. ALWAYS GREET ME no matter what"

" What if your busy or on the phone or doing paperwork or even talking to a client.........s-should I wait in till your finished or- " I didn't let her continue her sentence.

I got up from my chair and slowly walked to the small girl. She was getting a little anxious with me coming around her, my hand dragged on her hand all the way to her arm then reaching her shoulders. Once in back of her I lowered my head just below her ears, so that she can fucking understand each and every word I'm about to say.

"I don't care if I'm on a call , or doing paperwork, or with a client, or even FUCKING!!. I want you to greet me no matter what the fuck is going on in that room" I said

"A-and....i-if I don't" she nervously asked

I felt a tingle move through me when she spoke, the utter boldness that left her mouth. My hands squeezed her shoulders, not hard but just enough to grab her attention. it's taking everything in me not to pull on her pretty little head of hair of hers. Cause if I did it would be to drag her up from that chair and put her down on her knees.