Signed To Seduce

WHO ARE YOU?

Camille stares at her reflection in the mirror. She can't believe she actually got the job. But how? What made him change his mind?

She stands in front of the mirror deciding whether to put her hair in a bun or just let it down. She checks the time on her phone and decides to let her hair down as she is already running late. She gives herself a little pep talk before gathering all her things and leaving.

As she enters the building, she takes a deep breath and walks towards the elevator. The door opens and her jaw drops at who she sees.

"G-good morning, Mr. Xavier", she says as she steps into the elevator.

He doesn't reply her. As he reaches out to press the button, his elbow slightly brushes her arm. She feels a small jolt through her spine.

They both stand there, not moving, not looking at each other, just professionalism.

the elevator door opens up and he steps outside slightly shoving her.

''What a jerk" she mutters under her breath. She looks up from arranging her shirt and catches him staring at her. She fears that he might have heard what she had said.

"What did you say?" he asks

"With all due respect, you can't just shove me like that...sir" she says to him.

He grabs her arm roughly and pulls her close."I am your boss not your friend and I can fire you this instant; so if you want to keep this job, keep your f*****g opinions about me or what I do to yourself." he says, letting her go.

"Get me a coffee. Black and two sugars. Then meet Alicia to teach you your job. You better not make me fire you."

She nods and rushes off.

"Hey, I'm Lily. You must be the new secretary" a fair, blonde-headed lady says to her as she waits for Xavier's order

"Yeah, I'm Camille" she says back politely.

"Quick tip, don't let him get to you. He likes to control everything" Lily whispers to Camille as she takes a sip of her own coffee.

"Does he have to be so rude though?" Camille asks.

"He's always been like that. I've been here for 7 months and the only times I've seen him happy is when his mother comes.

"No wife?no kids?" Camille asks, unusally interested.

"Nope. Doesn't even have a girlfriend." Lily answers

"Wow...well I have to go now Lily. See you again?" Camille says picking up the coffee cup from the counter.

"Of course. 3rd floor, ask for Lily"

"I will. Thanks for engaging me."

"My pleasure, girl" she says as she walks off.

Xavier Hale doesn't have a wife, not even a girlfriend. Camille thinks to herself.

She knocks on the brown wooden door to his office.

"Come in" he says curtly.

"Sir, your coffee." She says, placing the coffee cup on his desk. As she turns to leave, he calls out to her.

"I have a meeting at 3 pm."

That was all he said. She didn't need any further statement to know that she had to be there. He dismisses her with a wave and she leaves.

The moment she steps out of his office, she takes a deep breath and walks to her office. Being with him in the same room to her felt like torture. The air was heavy and the mood was dark; it wasn't pleasant at all.

She goes back to her office and flops down on the small couch beside the desk. She shuts her eyes for a few seconds, and the next thing she knows, the intercom rings, and God, that thing is loud. She gets up and presses the answer button. "Hello?" she asks, rubbing her eye.

"Camille, bring me lunch from the Italian restaurant down the street" Xavier says on the other side of the intercom.

"Yes, sir" she says, rolling her eyes as if he could see her.

He hangs up. She sighs, leaving to get the food.

An hour later, she knocks on his office door for what feels like the 100th time that day.

"WHAT!?" he asks, sounding hurt.

She opens the door quickly and she sees him with a cut on his arm.

"Sir? what happened?" she asks, putting the food down and rushing over to the desk.

"Don't touch me!" he says sharply.

"Let me help you"

"NO!" he says pulling his arm away

She ignores him, opens the bottom drawer of his desk and finds a first-aid kit. She touches his arm lightly and as he felt her touch, he stopped resisting. It was sweet and soft. It felt welcoming. She dresses the cut for him.

"Thank you"he says quietly, a contrast to his roughness earlier. She nods and gets up. As she turns to leave, he holds her wrist. She turns and faces him but he doesn't say anything, just stares into her eyes. It was as if he was looking for something in them.

"Who are you?" he whispers before snapping out of his trance, letting her go.