Tormented

3. Monday

Lucy POV

"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep-BEEP-BEEP-"

I snooze the alarm for the 5th time and finally decide to get up. I look down at the clock and read the time.

7:57 a.m.

I feel like I'm forgetting something...

I slowly get up from my bed then it hits me.

Oh shit... My job.

I quickly scramble to the bathroom and take a shower.

Oh God, how did this happen? I purposely set 10 alarms, 10 mins apart so that I wouldn't be late. I jump out the shower and go get dressed.

It's my first day and I'm late, how am I going to make it there by 8:30? I run to in front of my mirror and adjust my collar, and smooth down my outfit with my hands. I wear a tight black pencil skirt with a long sleeved white blouse and some black heels I found at the back of my closet. I apply eyeliner and mascara to my eyes and put some gloss on my lips.

I look at myself in the mirror and feel satisfied with the result.

Then I blast off to my car. I turn on the vehicle and check the digital clock.

8:23 a.m.

I'm going to be at least 5 mins late.

On the first day...damn it.

I don't waste any time zooming down the streets of Los Angeles, trying to not get fired. I pull up in the parking lot and speed walk to the building. I rush inside and look to the woman I had seen before and nod at her to convey my hello. She looks up at me blankly and goes back to work, ignoring me.

Oh petty b*tches, never willing to be nice to anyone one but rich, handsome, CEOs.

Not my concern right now though, I'm not trying to lose my job.

I jump in the elevator and push the top floor's button. The elevator takes me straight up to his office with no stops in between. I compose myself to look presentable and as the elevator opens I step out with all the confidence I can muster. Walking as fast I can into his office, I look a mess.

Mr. Brown stares straight at me from behind his desk.

"You're late."

-●-

James POV

She's late. She's been stuck in my mind since her interview. Even staying with my usual couldn't help me forget her.

If anything they made things worse. I don't know what it is about her but... I'm-I don't even know. I was up all night thinking about how her body would feel against mine and how it would feel to be...

I feel myself slowly becoming aroused.

This is the office, calm down.

I heard the elevator ding as it signals a visitor. Probably her.

I hear her stumble around in the waiting area, until she finally opens my door. her eyes meet mine and my heart jumps a bit. Not enough to fluster me, but what...?

"You're late." I state, looking directly at her.

"I know." She sighs and starts walking over to my desk.

Her tight pencil skirt frames her figure perfectly and leaves little to the imagination. I stare at her as she sits down.

"Sir..?" She looks at me blankly.

"It's your first day." I state.

"Yes."

"And you're late."

"Yes and I'm sorry it's just that my-."

"No excuses, I'll give you a warning for now." She sighs in relief.

I watch her chest rise and fall. Lord, I'm a pervert.

She clears her throat and I look up at her eyes.

Swear, I could get lost in those.

"Well, you're dismissed, your office is 2 doors to the left."I say, still staring into her eyes.

She gets up, nods, and then leaves.

I watch her backside as her hips sway, making me internally clench with need. I turn around in my chair and face the window. How am I ever going to be able to concentrate with that walking around, stuck on my mind?