Poor Girl x CEO Man
"Don't you think it's a bit rude to interrupt people's meetings?" That deep voice speaks behind me. I thought they left.
I turn around and snap my head to this mystery man.
He was beautiful, with black hair that was perfectly styled, and he had these eyes. These deep brown eyes that I wish I could stare at for hours. He had tattoos poking out of his long-sleeve button-up.
"Sorry, sir, it was just getting late, and I didn't want to have to walk home super late", I speak lowly, not wanting to start a fight with a customer again.
He hums, "How late do they keep you here usually?" he doesn't have to talk to me right now.
"Usually two or three, sir. Then I have work at eight in the morning, so I try to get out as early as I can." Realizing I'm rambling, I shift my weight from foot to foot.
"A pretty girl like you should not be working that much. Have you thought of getting a job with better hours?" he questions. Obviously, I would if I could.
"Yes, sir, I just moved here, so I took what I could get. I want to go to back school but, I don't have the time nor energy" I laugh out.
He asks me questions about my hometown and what made me choose the city. I clean while he talks, and when I am finished, he helps me carry my stuff back to the lounge.
"Sir, I appreciate the help, but you aren't allowed to come back here", I shake my head.
He laughs, he freaking laughs at me.