The Billionaire’s Stripper

CHAPTER 32

Ciel was practically buzzing.

I mean, if one had walked in to the reception, they may have legit thought that we were having the Queen of England over for a one day visit, because not only was the atmosphere buzzing with excitement, but everyone seemed to be on their best look today too.

It almost made me feel odd.

Not that I did not look good. I made sure that every day at Ciel, I dressed to look the part, but that was the thing, I did not up my game today, I just did what I usually did everyday.

While I had my blonde hair in a neat, long ponytail, and a work suit and blazer, pink in colour, coupled with the pink colour that I glossed my lips with, the entire employees, mostly women, at Ciel were practically showering themselves from head to toe with the most blinding colours, and slapping everyone that looked at them with their excessive facial make up.

It didn't occur to me that everyone here was dressing, looking their part, and buzzing In excitement, and turning the reception into a charade of clownery all because of the one and only Alexander McAllister.

"He is so gorgeous! I can't wait for him to notice me!"

"Oh my God! Did you see his eyes?! That was the most beautiful thig my eyes have ever set on!"

"What kind of approach should I take to Alexander McAllister? Should I come off bubbly and energetic, or cool and charismatic?"

One lady nearly knocked me down as they both walked past me, while whispering things all in the name of Alexander McAllister.

"Goddamit. The man is so fine!"

"He is completely gorgeous. And what on earth are those muscles!"

"Damn it. Talk about Zaddy McAllister.—"

Oh, Jesus Christ.

I quickly took myself out of that group of women, and men that shamelessly drooled over the man to that ugly point.

There was madness in this hallway and I could not even deny it. It took me off guard, really, and for snmany reasons. To begin with, I always thought and believed that everyone who worked here in Ciel was somekind of classy; I always saw them to drip some sort of regal glory and air wherever they went because of how prim they always, always looked.

So, seeing them behave like highschool kids from 2013 who just got backstage tickets to see One direction live and direct tok me a bit off guard.

I was even more confused as to why there was audacity from them to cause thismuch disarray in the place and the head officuals of the company were doing nothing about it. I wanted to ignore all of them and jys go over to the elevator at the and right that would take me straight to my work hall.

But, unfortunately, I knew that I had to make enquires about Alexander McAllister if he had arrived.

I could not forget that it was my job to befriend this 'work celebrity', guide him, and 'tame' him too.

I walked to Priscilla, the receptionist, and with a hand on her counter, and a highness of my head, I asked confidently.

"Any word on Alexander McAllister?"

Her eyes glistened at me and she tore up a bright, pretty smile on her pale face.

"The members of the Executive were waiting for you, Miss Kelly." She said to me.

"Um, okay, and—"

My sentence was caught shut in mid sentence when Richard popped out of no where, almost like he knew that I was there and he was coming straight and directly for me.

"Follow me, Miss Rachel." He said and quickly, the receptionist left me alone for him, and my legs walked on their own accord, following Richard Weller.

"Are you taking me to Alexander McAllister?" I asked him.

"Sir Alexander McAllister, you mean." He corrected me as I tried to keep up with his pace.

That only made me laugh.

We were close to the elevator and Richard actually stopped to turn back and actually look at me.

"He is literally going to be working on the purchase department with me from today," I said to Richard, "The guy is practically one is us now, Rich."

As much as he tried to ignore me afterwards, I saw that smile tugging there at the corner of his lips as he pushed buttons on the elevator and stepped in.

I followed suite, convinced that he knew I was right and that was on period.

Quietly, we took the Hallway andade way o through a similar route that I figured that, like last time, was leading to the Head Room. I remembered ever detail of it. From elevator, to the stairs on the left, tuen, to the right, then another right, and in about three, two, one seconds….

Oh, right. There was that large grand door of the head room.

I had mastered the entire thing.

"Do you still have to knock?" I asked him with a raise of my brows, "They're already expecting us, so you might as well save them the time and walk in."

Richard seemed to grind his teeth so hard that he may have cracked them.

I let the man knock.

And just like last time, he aided me to open the grand door, while I walked into the Head Room that was full with practically all the members of the Board, in there.

Starting from the most important one, and down the hierarchy.

From the right wing of the round table, I was able to see Mr Lyon McAllister himself, as well as Michael McAllister too, and the sight of the latter was enough for me to have all shapes and sizes of butterlfies swarming around my stomach with wold abandon.

He may have felt it too. That sweet feeling of sugar and honey when you met eyes with the person that you were head over hells in love with. However, I could not even get myself to immerse in the totality ofnthat feeling and it was not just because the entire significant board members of Ciel Company were on the Head Room.

It was because, just there, at the other left Wing of the round table, there sabthat painfully and disgustingly familiar smile that never wavered as those old, sinister eyes stared at me thorough.

Mr Sanchez.

He was an important member of Ciel. Therefore, he was here too with the rest of everyone else.

But it seemed like there were so many things that were happening all at once, because I was not even totally focusing on neither Mr Sanchez or Michael McAllister or the man who practically owned this etire company that I was busting my a*s to keep a spot in, Lyon McAllister.

There, in their midst, somewhere in the middle, standing out more than others, yet, looking like his form was in some sort of hiding, Alexander McAllister sat.

The guy looked different from the first day I had met him.

Or rather, seen him.

He would not even spare me a glance that day and neither would he do so, today too.

But he did look different. A lot different.

The firat day that I had seen him, he came in here all clouded bad boy style with the neat leather jacket, sun glasses, and a cigarette stick in his hands.

I was grateful when I saw that there were no cigarettes in his hands today.

And instead of a leather jacket, he was dressed in a fine, work suit that glared a neat grey in colour and looked like it was the most expensive tuxedo that my eyes had ever laid eyes on.

And, believe me when I say that I have seen Michael McAllister with some pretty SICK tuxedos before.

What stayed the same in Alexander's appearance, however, was that glare that married his face.

Also, I wouldn't lie, his attractiveness seemed to have doubled a notch. It was too bad that such a handsome man was so irresponsible.

The guy looked like he could be anywhere else right now. That much did not change.

"Good morning," I greeted the entire iard as all eyes set on me as I walked in.

I tried to keep my glares on everyone, as even as it could be. On Michael, I tried not to longer on with my lost stare. Withr Sanchez, I tried not to hint too much of the panic inwas feeling. With Alexander McAllister, I tried to not stare too much and keep comparing his looks now, from before, and keeping on my eyes straight on Lyon McAllister, I feigned confidence, yet showed it in my every body language that I was being as modest and respectful as I could be.

"Good afternoon, Miss Kelly, I suppose that you are ready for the task," Mr Lyon McAllister said to me and I nodded to his words without hesitance.

"Can Alexander start work now? " I asked him, gestured towards the younger brother of Michael who was practically acting like I was non-existent.

"Of course." He said, gesturing to his younger son who was quick to stand without a word.

I almost freaked out when he started to make his way towards me.

Foe a moment, my way had flashed with Michael and I could see that he outbof the others on the room noticed my nervousness and with just his eyes, he told me to calm down. That made me feel grateful. It helped.

However, I did not want to appear before Michael like I was not having everything under control. So, I made a mental check to myself to not act weak anymore.

Alexander McAllister was in my front in seconds, his height towering over me, causing me to step back, and nearly cower in sudden panic that was worse than the last.

I cleared my throat. Stood with my spine straighter.

"Let's go." I said to him.

It was an order.

What he did next absolutely shocked me.

This tall, angry giant in my front took me off guard when his lips stretched out instantly into the largest, brightest smile that I had ever seen and he said to me.

"You sure have some balls to have agreed to this, don't you?"