Chapte five
589 Words
ALEX'S POV
I watch her zoom drive out of the parking lot as fast as she can. The colour of her car is the same as her personality, fiery red.
I caught myself smiling again. Something I haven't done in years. Her curly and luscious brunette hair and those hazelnut colour eyes flash through my
mind.
I was shocked when she knocked on the glass. She knocked like she owned my car. No one does that. Yet somehow, I didn’t want her to stop
She looked so tiny. And tired.
But even that did nothing to diminish her beauty.
I have seen a lot of beautiful and exotic women in my life, actresses, princesses, and models.
But none of them are as uniquely beautiful as her. Her long hair perfectly compliments her curvy and small size.
I smile to myself again.
Elsie, I whisper.
That must be her name, according to the identification card on her neck.
The name can't be more fitting.
In the entire course of my life, no one has ever talked to me like that before. I haven't found myself speechless in front of a woman before. But when she was talking, I could barely say a word.
Damn.
And when my speech returned, I teased her. I feel like a villain, but I couldn’t help myself.
Or maybe I just wanted her to stay longer. Even her glare was beautiful.
I know I'm in trouble.
This can't be the last time I see her. I must find this woman.
I pick up my phone and dial a number.
“Mr. Brown?” The director of the new firm says in his scratched voice as he picks.
I go straight to the point.
“Elsie Turner. She's a member of your staff, yeah?”
“Uhmm, not anymore.” He stammers. “You said to let go of the most recently employed staff we have.”
That's right, I said that
I remember the box she was holding. She's unemployed because of me, no wonder she's in a nasty mood.
“Mr Brown?”
“Nevermind.” I disconnect the call and drive out of the parking lot with a smirk on my face.
I know what to do.
***
I arrive at work the next Monday earlier than usual.
What's this feeling? Excitement?
It can't be.
She should be starting today, her job as my personal assistant.
This will be fun.
Soon enough, I hear the knock on the door.
“Come in,” I mutter and pretend to be busy with some files.
The door opens and I hear her walk in.
She doesn't know what she's walking into but her steps are as confident as ever.
I try to hide my smile.
The straight skirt she is wearing highlights her figure even more and her hair is pulled up in a ponytail.
I'm overcome by the sudden urge to remove whatever is holding it together.
She walks closer looking like she owns the place and she looks up, her hazelnut eyes meeting mine.
I've anticipated the look on her face when she sees me, and she doesn't disappoint.
“What are you doing here?” She asks, looking around like someone is missing. She shakes her head in disbelief. She looks at the nameplate on the table and then she looks at me.
She laughs in disbelief.
“This must be some kind of joke.”
I relax in my seat, smirking.
“What do you mean? I'm your new boss.”
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