The One Night Mistake That Became My Billionaire Boss

Chapter Ten - Maeve

"Good morning, Mr. Garfield." I do my best to sound bright and professional and not at all like I am undergoing a nervous breakdown crisis within me since I stepped into the company with its fifty stories high building and a grand layout that spoke of wealth and class as a new employee who was way out of her league. Intimidating grace in every expensive glass feature that highlights how much of a top powerhouse Titan's Construct is in the world of architecture.

Aiden is Mr. Garfield, of course and he is looking up at me with blazing green eyes that I can't read because I can't look in them for too long. The man is unfairly hot. Groomed to perfection and yet he is able to give off unbothered vibes. Like he just naturally wakes up looking like that. He probably does. Considering how rich his family is.

In a way, I knew he would pick me for the job. But I drove myself into a frenzy about my chances because I didn't know how I would handle it if he really did. That was what I was freaking out over when I called Marie over to help me check the feedback message last week.

And now, standing in front of his roving exquisite eyes, doing my best not to be too obvious about how badly I am squirming in my shoes, I realise I was right to freak out. This is a nightmare. We can't get past that night if we don't talk about it. I don't want to talk about it. I never want to even acknowledge it. But Aiden wouldn't let it go. For whatever reason, he just won't. And I guess that is the right thing to do, but I don't care.

"Good morning, Daisy." He says, his face remains expressionless, but those eyes of his spell subtle mischief.

"Excuse me?" I ask. It takes a moment for me to get what he is driving at.

That is the fake name I gave him on a whim that night. I blush bright red on the spot.

"Oh." I say when I get it. I want to say more but then he gets out of his chair, and he is walking towards me in a few long strides, so fast I do not have the time to react till he is right in front of me. Closer than I am comfortable with. His scent invades my senses, sharp, masculine, clean and overpowering. My insides turn to jelly with the memory of our time in his car. All that passion and recklessness.

How do I make him understand that the girl from that night wasn't real? I am not Daisy. I could never be.

"I think there has been a mix-up, Sir. My name is Maeve Tonkins. And it is my first day as your executive assistant." I don't know how I manage not to squeak, I am holding my breath, he is too close but we are not touching. Yet.

"Right. But I have good reason to believe that you also go by Daisy." He says, persistent. He towers over me in my heels and the sensation of looking up at him is so heavily sensual that I have to avert my eyes.

"Okay, Aiden. What do you want with me? Should I apologise for having a one night stand with you? I didn't know who you were at the time, mind you." I stand my ground, my chin is raised high and my knees are still weak but damn him if he thinks he can intimidate me or make me feel uncomfortable. I intend to keep this job.

His eyes glint excitedly and his mouth quirks up, though he doesn't smile outrightly. I hold his eyes, no smiling in mine. It is 9a.m, prime corporate hours and this is what we are doing. It is ridiculous. But he can do whatever he wants and so I have to play along with his rules. It is not like he can fire me on my first day of work. He can't, right?

"You gave me a fake name." He says, his voice is thick and heavy with something that sounds like hurt? But his eyes stay glinting down at me like a predator with its prey in sight.

The damn butterflies in my stomach do back flips as his words sink in. He has the type of low baritone that you feel in every parts of your body. Down to your very fingers. A tingle runs down my spine.

"And I am sorry about that. But isn't that the game? Did you expect me to give my real name to a guy I didn't plan on meeting again?" It is defensive but I don't have a choice, I have to put as much distance between us as I can manage if I want to keep this job.

I cross my arms over my chest, his eyes follow the motion and they settle on my chest where I have a little case of cleavage showing, I watch his throat bob and I hate to, but a vivid flashback of those firm smooth lips of his closed around my n*****s in his dark car as I grinded on his huge c**k comes to me so clearly that I have to take a step back with my face and neck burning. He is watching me closely enough to see everything. f**k.

"I gave you my real name." He says finally. Quietly. That is definitely hurt in his voice. And I don't know how to interpret that. I pull my chin up and decide to keep being defensive, it is my best shot.

"That hardly means anything. You are a guy." I say. I feel terrible being dismissive like this but it is like an involuntary defense mechanism at this point. I can't stop myself. My heart is beating crazily, if he comes any closer, I would break but for now, I am able to keep my voice steady and finish what I started.

"Right. You are right." He says, that same familiar psychological shutters closes over his features as he steps back, I can't even bring myself to take in a full inhale.

I stand there, rooted to the spot. Twiddling my fingers behind my back, he settles in his seat behind his huge mahogany desk, he links his fingers together on the desk, clean immaculately manicured fingers that were inside me that night and pleasured me something crazy. I shake my head and look away from his hands, from his face. I focus my gaze on a spot behind his ears, looking into the amazing view of downtown Manhattan his office enjoys. There are unbelievable perks to being a CEO.

"Welcome to Titan's Construct, Miss Tonkins. You have met Sydney, she will brief you on your responsibilities and I expect you to have gotten a hang of things by lunch. Report back to me and then we will get started. I look forward to working seamlessly with you." Aiden switches back to his no nonsense CEO mode and this time around, I am not taken aback by it. This is what I wanted after all. For us to be like a normal boss and employee. Two random people who have definitely never heard each other c*m.

I give him an affirmative nod and he goes back to whatever paperwork he is sorting through on his desk, effectively dismissing me.

If this is what I wanted, why do I feel hurt as I walk out?