Mia was in the office early trying to get ready for the training that was going to take place in the conference room. She ran off copies of the agenda before heading to the employee lounge to start the coffee. The food would arrive about a quarter to nine and she wanted to make sure everything was set up and ready to receive the caterers when they arrive he was going over the events of the day in her mind and was lost in thought.
"Good morning, Miss Hawkins."
Mia jumped she thought she was the only one in this early. She turned to see Mitchell Stevenson. "Good Morning Mr. Stevenson, sorry I was startled; I thought I was the only one here."
"And what brings you to office so early?"
"Setting up for the training this morning."
"Yes, the training how's that going?"
"Well, I believe Sir."
"That's good. Glad to hear it. Are you making coffee?"
"Y-Yes I was just filling the pot up with water."
"Do you mind if I wait for it. I normally buy one before I get in but I had an early conference call with the east coast and didn't get a chance to stop and now I just really need the caffeine." he said with a sheepish grin on his face.
Mia licked her lips and watched as his mouth formed the words. Mr. Stevenson was not a pretty man in any sense of the word, but he had very strong masculine features. His chin was strong with a chiseled jawline. His clean shaven face allowed his pale ivory skin to show through. His nose was the perfect divider between his icy blue eyes that were protected by long blonde lashes and very thick eyebrows. His wavy blonde hair was slicked to the back and rested on his shirt collar.
"Mia?"
"I-I'm sorry sir what was that."
"I hope you don't mind I am going to wait for the coffee." He repeated with a smirk.
"No Sir, it will be done shortly. However, I can make your cup and bring it to you. I am sure you have better things to do than to wait for the coffee." she said trying not to sound too nervous.
She really could not understand the flush feeling she was experiencing. Mia had not been attracted to white men before, I mean she had seen a few attractive ones in her day but actually wanting to be intimate with one, had never crossed her mind. So what was it about Mr. Stevenson?
She switches her weight from side to side, wondering if she should keep the conversation going.
On second thought, Miss Hawkins, I think I will allow you to bring it to me, if the offer still stands. I could use the time to send some emails before my next meeting."
"Sure, Mr. Stevenson, How do you take it?"
"Three sugars and one cream, please." He smiled and he turned on his heels and walked back the way he came.
For a moment, Mia felt a twinge of sadness to see him leave. She wanted him to stay. She wanted to be near him. She shook her head and thought to herself,
Stick to your pay grade, girlie.
She watched as the coffee began to fill the coffee pot. Her mind thinking about how sensual Mr. Stevenson looked standing in the door, and how her body reacted to him being there. Just the thought of making coffee for him sent chills up her spine. A smile crept across her face when she thought about his smile as he left. A smile that gave a glimpse of a side of him she had never been privileged to see. She allowed herself to think about what he would look like in the morning after a great night's sleep. How that masculine face would look after a sexual encounter.
"Hey Mia"
Mia turned to see the receptionist Lucy walking into the break room.
"Hey yourself."
"You seemed to be lost in your thoughts. Everything okay?" she questioned looking slightly concerned as she placed her lunch in the refrigeration.
"Oh Yes, just dreaming." Mia smiled shyly.
"Well, a girl can dream." she said as she got some bottled water and headed back through the door.
Mia opened the cabinet, took out two mugs down, and poured coffee into them. She got three sugars and a cream for Mitchell's coffee and two sugars and two creams for hers. Carefully picking up both mugs, she headed for Mitchell's office. Her hands trembled and she slowed her pace so as not to spill the coffee. When she arrived at Mitchell's office, she sat her coffee down in the reception area outside his office and approached the door. She could hear him talking on the phone and became a bit nervous about going in. She did not want to disturb him in case his meeting had begun. However, he was waiting for his coffee she mused. She lightly knocked on his partly closed door. He looked up and waved her in with a warm smile.
As she approached his desk, she noticed that he did not take his eyes off her. She swallowed and made a concerted effort to walk slow enough to not spill the coffee and tried not to look too self-conscious. She felt her body reacting to his gaze. She felt herself becoming warm. She smiled as she placed his coffee on the desk and turned to walk out.
"Just a minute, Mia."
Mia's breath caught and she turned to face him again. She now realized her earlier assessment of him paled in comparison to what she was seeing now. Although he was not a pretty man like a Brad Pitt or Matt Bomer but he had the manly charm of a Kirk Russell. She exhales as he stands up to approach her. Her thighs pressed together instinctively.
"You have some fuzz in your hair." he said reaching up to pull a tiny piece of lint from her hair.
"Thanks, Mr. Stevenson." Mia said blushing. Inside she was about to die, this man was too close to her and everything in her was urging her to grab him and not let him go.
He smiled at her and said, "Now, that's better." He turned as if he was going to go back to his desk "Are you busy, this evening?"
"Pardon me Sir?" Mia said not understanding his question or if she had heard what he said.
"Do you have plans this evening?" He said turning to face Mia now.
"No?"
"Are you asking me a question or are you confirming that you don't have plans?."
"No. I don't have plans." Mia said wondering where he was going with this question.
"Good. I would like to take you to dinner tonight." he said in a matter of fact tone.
"Sir?" Mia said shyly "Do you think that is a good idea?"
"Yes, Actually I do. I have noticed you around the office and because of the office gossips; I know that you are not in a relationship right now. So I would like to get to know you outside the office. Is this okay with you?"
"U-um Sir..."
"Call me Mitchell or Mitch."
