He has a bad side
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1183 Word Update date:2023-08-11 10:15:18
Just imagine this man's wardrobe.
"No, I do not want to confirm because he hasn't dished us the entire estimation sheet as yet."
I didn't want to listen but as the titles of books were admired, the hoarseness of his voice drew my attention
"I need to reread the sheet, Kate ",
Before we continue, I finally realize that maybe I might be the worst employee ever. But it suddenly dawned upon me that Kate Smith was also the joint owner of Dazzle Magazine. She ran the headquarters in Los Angeles whilst he was supposed to be positioned here in New York. So after this divorce now, it appeared as if they were at each other's throats.
"No you listen to me." I could hear the poison in his voice. "Tell that piece of s**t, Roger that I will not go forward with this proposition if he cannot provide an intelligent estimation on a simple project. It doesn't require rocket science to come up with the figures. Therefore his -"
He breathed out in the silence,
I don't give a f**k what you think at this point," he hissed. "If you wish to take me to court again then do so. I am not giving up my position on the Board. And you will listen to me when I speak. Go ahead with this, without my agreement, and I will shut the entire operation down with one phone call. Do you understand?"
Oh wow, his bitchiness was really turning me on. I loved this kind of severity in a man. The ability to usurp his position and tell a woman as it is. Don't take crap from her, boss! I thought to myself. Kill her belief that man are inferior to women .
"It's not my fault sleeping with Roger hasn't been going so well for you so don't take your frustration out on me." He scoffed. "Oh I'm the b***h? And what does sleeping with my brother make you? Some sort of a hero?"
Eyes wide, I believed that the world kind of stopped because I had no idea that had happened. She was sleeping with his brother ? Oh stop it Sophie Stop listening in! It's not right to listen in like that. You shouldn't even be here.
Whilst I was studying the skyline, warm fingers touched my bare arm. I jumped back. Startled. And turned around. There he stood, a few inches shorter than me, eyes like melting chocolates. The power of a man like him to just have this effect on me; it was incredible. One look and I was turned into teenage girly, smitten. Apparently all evidence of harshness in his eyes had disappeared because he looked as meek as a kitten. It was unbelievable.
"Don't you have to meet your friend somewhere?"
I suddenly remembered Thomas. "s**t, yeah. Um," gesturing at nothing in particular, I swallowed. "So it was nice to finally meet you..."
He hung his head, dark hair falling into a handsome face.
"What are your plans for tonight?" I was a bit curious.
He shrugged. "Light reading then bed."
"Sounds relaxing enough."
Our eyes met. "You mean lonely enough."
I blinked. We held unto that gaze again. And I suddenly had an idea. "Hey, would you come if I asked you to come with me ?"
A few seconds elapsed as my face was studied. "Where?"
"With me," I shrugged, growing flustered, feeling completely awkward, "to hang out. It's just going to be Thomas and two other guys. All three of them are Economics majors so the conversation mostly strays away to inflation and unemployment."
"Is this place...loud?"
I actually smiled because his curiosity was so cute, especially when he stared at me with those huge brown eyes. "Not at all. The opposite to a club if you ask me. Just a rooftop, a bar, people hanging around, light music. And the wind. The view. The view is amazing."
"But wouldn't your friend's mind?"
Because he was actually considering it, I suddenly felt really excited. "No, they'd love me bringing company."
"Even your...boss?"
That would be a problem. Thomas would never stop troubling me about this. And the guys would totally melt when they saw Liam. Still, it gave me a chance to be reasonable. I mean, he was fatigued. he had a tough day. He was severely attractive and I wanted to get to know him more. Possibly, guiltily be close enough to him just to...feel his warmth and savor every other thing about this amazing human being? Possibly.
"Come," I said, meeting his eyes with a cool expression, "what's the worst that could happen? They could be slightly annoying but they're intelligent company so -"
"I don't care about them," Liam said, his voice taking on that throaty level again. "Intelligent conversation is quite entertaining but can become severely boring. But not of importance at the moment."
I stared back at him and blinked.
Okay, well you're good to go then. There's the view and everything else. So -"
"Sophie" he never looked away, and my heart melted, "don't you know? I just want to be with you."
I think I died for a full minute. I seriously lost my sanity because after he said that, my entire world swung. It's like the beating of a heart that wanted to leap out my chest. Especially when he slipped of that black jacket and exposed the smooth skin of his upper arms and shoulders. When my eyes roamed the curve of hips and the swell of his chest beneath that red tailored shirt. I stopped breathing.
"Will this do?" He actually asked me, "or should I change into something else?"
"Stay the way you are," I said, my fingers trembling slightly. "You'd look hot either way so why would it matter?"
He smirked. "Great then," his hair was fluffed up, shoulders hunched as he unclasped a gold watch nd took off. "Just for safety, let me leave these home."
"Right."
Honestly, when he disappeared into the bedroom once more, I wanted to sink to the floor. I wanted to melt unto the ground and stay there. Because he was seriously coming unto me and it wasn't a figment of my imagination. The first man to actually tell me that he wants to spend the rest of the night in my company. Just like that. My boss. A man I just met. A man I worked for, a millionaire from the looks of it. She had all this power, all this beauty and he was actually agreeing to spend time with me.
ME.
Sophia Lawrence.
A college student who was studying Business Management. Third Year. A total geek.
"Let's go," he came out of the room and offered a small smile. "On second thought, checking the overcast weather, maybe I should use a jacket."
I didn't even spare a second. "If it gets chilly you can always borrow mine?"
"Thank you, Sophie,
Our eyes met and for the umpteenth time that night, I drowned in a shade of brown that reminded me of chocolates
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