Mr. Corvette

Chapter 2

I forgot to wear the tank top that was supposed to go under my shirt. How the hell could I forget? Oh, right. I was late! To add to the already bad enough situation, I was wearing my sexy bra. The only reason I had decided to wear it in the first place was that it made me feel confident. I felt powerful when I was comfortable with what I was wearing. didn't everybody? Yeah...but they don't flaunt it like a tramp! My subconscious proudly added. Oh my god. That's why everyone was looking at me funny! Oh. Oh, no, no, no. I walked into the conference room looking like this! This was bad. I was sure to get fired now. No doubt about it.

Sighing, I button up my blazer, patting it down. I lean forward and splash water onto my face in an attempt to remove the crimson that had worked its way up my neck and onto my face.

I take one last look at myself in the bathroom mirror before making my way back to Mr. Black's office. Maybe he would be kind enough to—Nope! Ditch that thought now. You blew it. Ugh. I knew I would be fired. There were so many other ladies who could take over my job. I lightly tap on his door again before being signaled to enter.

"Look, Mr. Black, I just want to apologi—"

"No need to apologize. Now, I need a few things from you."

Damn. He really was hot. Especially when he took control. Stoooop. Get those thoughts out of your mind you horndog! Pushing the dirty thoughts to the back of my head, I take a few more steps towards Mr. Black's desk.

"I don't understand," I start.

"You don't understand what?" Mr. Black faces his body towards me. I could see the lines that were evident around his eyes, indicating a lack of sleep.

"You're not going to fire me?" I squeak, shifting my gaze to the floor, nervously.

"Look at me when you speak." He snaps, his voice was dark and dominant. Making the hairs on my back rise. Looking back up at him I say,

"You're not going to fire me?" This time my voice strong. I tried to sound confident as possible, but it was nearly impossible when he stared at me with his dark green eyes.

"Why would I fire you?" He asks.

"Well, I just would have thought. About. You know. My shirt?"

"There are far more important things going on today than your shirt. Now can we move on?" I watch his face carefully. The teasing hint in his voice completely vanished. Why would he EVER tease you? You're completely out of his league.

"Yes, sir," I mutter. Mr. Black turns his attention towards me, nose flared. Was he... flustered? Then his expression went back to neutral and serious.

"Good."

Mr. Black shared his monthly calendar with me, carefully going over each event in this month's calendar. He was intimidating. And so very hot. I thought to myself. I watched the way his biceps moved in his charcoal gray suit. He looked amazing, not a hair or string out of place. He looked perfectly fuc—

Wait. What the f**k. Why was I thinking these nasty things about my boss? Bad time to screw up especially with how this morning started.

"Ms. Reid?" I hear a moment later.

"Uh, yes! I mean, yes." I snap away from my thoughts, mentally cursing myself to pay more attention when he talked.

"We're you listening to me?"

"Yes, of course. Schedule meetings, call Tammy in Fitting, and don't forget Friday's meeting." I think that's what he said? Well maybe if you were listening instead of ogling your boss, you'd know! I mentally fillip off my subconscious. I didn't need her opinion added to the mess.

"I'll email the details of the meeting shortly." Mr. Black's focus returns back to his computer and the many papers scattered on his desk. He looked deep in thought when he looked back up to me.

"Can I help you with anything else, Ms. Reid?" He says, clearly annoyed that I was still standing there in his office. "No. No. Sorry!" I spin around on my heel aiming straight for the door when I tripped.

"f**k!" I whisper yell. Apparently, it wasn't quite enough because Mr. Black's attention snapped back to me.

"What was that?" He said.

I picked myself up off the floor mumbling,

"Nothing. Sorry, sorry."

I shut his door behind me when I thought I heard a chuckle come from his office. No. He was too serious for that. Or maybe he realized what a loser you really are, and is already looking for a new assistant. I scowl at myself, stomping back to my office. This was going to be a long day.

•

I had just finished my last email of the day. It was 5:00 PM, which meant I was officially off the clock. But then another email popped up on my screen. I debated opening it or not, but decided against it. I say myself down at my desk and opened the email.

Ms. Reid,

Just wanted to check in to see if you have settled in comfortably. If anything needs to be changed about the office, please send an email to Mandy in the front.

Tomorrow, 11:30 Am, I will be meeting the editors of Vogue for lunch in conference room 2B downstairs. I expect you to be prepared to join me.

All my regards,

Black, Maddox

CEO & Founder of Lush Magazine

Holy f**k! I was meeting the Vogue editors tomorrow with Mr. Black! I expected to be working with other fashion editors, but not this early on. I shot my hands up in the air, spinning myself around in my chair. I definitely couldn't be late tomorrow, nor forget a tank top, should I need one.

I yanked my phone from my bag immediately searching for my best friend, Avery's contact. I had to tell her about tomorrow. Avery had been the one who pushed me to reach my goals throughout college. She was a big part of my life, and I know she would be more than happy to hear. Maybe even happier than I was right now.

Josie: Vogue - Tmrw!!

I hit send, sucking in my bottom lip between my teeth. Everything I had ever dreamed of becoming was finally coming together. I had spent the last four years working externally hard to accomplish this goal. Becoming a model for Lush would be a dream, but being a model for Vogue?! That would be the cherry on top.

I shut down my computers, grabbing my purse and belongings before locking up my office and heading home. Nothing could break my stride now. I was on cloud nine.