I've read the same sentence five times and I still don't understand a word of it. I have so much work to complete for Mr. Black and my mind just cannot stop reeling, thinking about our encounter an hour ago in the elevator.
"Oh and by the way Mr. Daniels, the next time you even think about lying to me I'm going to spank you so hard, you won't be able to sit for days." What the hell did he even mean by that?
I have been this man's secretary, chef, errand boy and you name it, for the past five years. I don't have enough fingers on my hands and feet to count the number of women I've seen him leaving the office with to get "lunch." Never, and I do mean never, has he given me the impression that he's even the slightest bit of gay. Trust me honey, I'd know. So what the fuck was that comment about?
Just as I'm about to shake the thoughts out of my mind in order to concentrate, I'm startled by his deep, sexy, rumbling voice...
"If you don't stop biting your lower lip like that Mr. Daniels, it'll bleed soon."
"Oh heck! You scared me!" "What are you doing here Mr. Black?"
He just stares at me intently for a few moments. Without a word, he nods his head towards the door and walks away.
Asshole. I'm not a puppet, that's easily led. Does he truly expect me to just follow him? I whisper to myself, but apparently not soft enough.
"If I thought you to be a puppet, I'd have simply dragged you out of here by your ear already. Come on, Mr. Daniels, let's go. We have to check out the Magnalena Estate before our viewing next week."
He may be an asshole, but he is a dedicated asshole when it comes to his work. And I have bills to pay. I reluctantly follow him out, all the while wondering how he knew where to find me.
As we make our way up the driveway of the Magnalena Estate, I can't help but admire how beautiful, ridiculously large this place is. Just as I'm admiring the bright, attractive flowers, my gaze naturally lands on him. It's almost unfair for one person to be this handsome. That strong jawline, juicy lips, mesmerising eyes, heck even his damn nose is perfect...
My appreciation of him is interrupted by the sound of the handbrakes. I know better than to open the door myself. It's one of the things I admire about him, no matter where we are, he always opens the door for me. So gentlemanly of-
"Let's hurry up Ms. Daniels, I have other matters to take care of."
Yeah I bet, asshole. I bet those "matters" start with the letter "J". Damn Squeak J. I've never liked her for him. She's always overly loving and sweet when Mr. Black is around and as soon as he's gone, it's like she begins to show her true colours. Damn Squeak J. Snake. Conniving. Pretensive...
I feel a hand gently grab a hold of my chin as we reach the door. I smell his cologne before he closes the distance between us. As I look up into his dark eyes, I see that damn smirk.
"You always bite your bottom lip when you're either angry or when something is weighing on your mind. Which is it Mr. Daniels?"
"Uhhhh...I don't know..." Has he always been this observant?
He chuckles. "Oh, I see. What's gotten your knickers in a twist? Who's made you angry, Mr. Daniels?"
"I'm not angry! I'm just trying to remember if I fed Lonzo, my dog, before I left home." It amazes even me, how terrible of a lie that was. If it's one thing I've never been good at, it's lying.
I can hear if a pin was to drop. Why isn't he saying anything? God, why does he smell so fucking good? Why is he so close to me? Is this really happening?"