CONTRACT LOVE

CHAPTER 4

I shrug and say, "And Woods he's fine, just look at your f*****g computer screen." It adequately explains it.

Before he looks into my eyes and grins, Nate glances over Robert's body one last time. Yes, but he's totally the antithesis of Selena Gomez. He's f*****g sexy and one of the biggest d***s, while she is wonderfully gorgeous and the sweetest person ever.

I mumble in a stupor as I stare at the computer screen, "I'm sure he has a big dick."

Nate tells me to "snap out of it" as he turns my head away from the computer. "You need to email him and set up the interview, but I'll tell you right now that I'm sure he'll decline since he categorically refuses to conduct interviews. You were given this position specifically so that you would fail, he explains sympathetically.

I sigh and smooth my hair with my palm. "Look, you don't realize that, alright? I'll write him a heartfelt note assuring him that everything will be handled in his favor.

After I've removed his email from the "Woods Enterprises" website, I turn around and open my inbox. As I'm typing the email to him, my hands start to shake. I take great care to utilize the proper language and to write each word precisely. I reassure him that the interview will proceed according to his wishes and explain that Olivia Global only wants to speak with him briefly and ask him if he would be open to participating in a picture shoot for the feature. Before mailing, I add my signature and the name of the company I work for.

I bite on my fingers tensely as my stomach begins to turn, expecting for a prompt response from him.

The question "Did you send it?" Nate enquires as he hands me my stress ball to help me relax.

I hesitantly nodded while biting my lip.

"Move aside while I read it."

When he sits in my lap to read the email that was sent to Mr. Woods, I move out of the way and make a "unf" noise. Every syllable is scrutinized by his eyes, and when he is finished, he nods. "Squirt, you wrote this so well. Please refrain from feeling guilty or upset if he rejects it.

He falls on his arse as a result of my gaze and pushing him off my lap. You know he could say yes?

"However, what sets you apart from other interviewers? He is unfamiliar with you even.

"I don't know, look. Yet there is yet hope, alright? As though we were in a church, I encourage you to have some faith. Nate shakes his head and chuckles. Even if he rejects my request, I won't give up until he agrees to the interview. When my computer dings, I respond, "I don't care if I have to go down to see him- see who it is for me.

Nate nods before checking his latest email. Before noticing Nate grimace, I was going to continue my tirade at Robert. What is wrong, you ask?

He smiles sympathetically at me and tilts my computer screen in your way. I read the most recent email while holding my spectacles up to my nose.

Robert Woods; from. Isabella Jones, please.

Greetings, Ms. Jones.

I appreciate the offer, but I don't believe it will be necessary because I never conduct interviews. If you try to email me again, I'll file a restraining order against you, so stop doing it.

Hello, Ms. Jones.

Woods Robert.

By the end of the letter, my eyes are wide as I gape in disbelief at the computer. like what the f**k, really. Do you truly want to file a restraining order? He turning down my offer made me mad, perplexed, and just a little bit sad.

Guess you'll have to visit his office and speak with him directly now, huh? Nate says, grinning.

I turn around and shake my head as I stare at him. I scream, "He said he'll frecking file a restraining order against me!" And when I ask to speak with him, he doesn't even listen to me.

Nate suddenly gives me a cheek slap. I exhale and grab my cheek as I stare at him in disbelief. He gasps as he wipes his cheek after I slap him back.

"Ow," he whimpers. You little b***h, I was going to give one of those lectures you see in movies."

I whimper, scratching my cheek, "Well sorry but it hurt you prick."

He grunts, "Ugh whatever," and then rises to his feet. He glares at me and says, "As I was going to say before I was rudely slapped, don't give up, at least not this easy."

"What should I do?" you ask. I sobbed.

"After I dress you up, you're going to waltz down to Woods Enterprises looking hot as f**k. Then, Nate grins, "you're going to go up to his office and tell his secretary that you have an appointment with him.

"She'll ask for my name, check it as soon as I say it, and see that my name isn't there. Then she'll tell Robert, who will recognize me right away and likely send security to get me." I moan and squeeze my stress ball even tighter.

You stupid, don't say your name because of it. He averts his gaze. "Just follow my advice and put your faith in me, okay?"

I contemplate if I should be doing this while biting my lip. I'm somewhat afraid of what he'll do and what he'll do to me if he finds out it's me and has security accompany me or whatever. That would be very embarrassing.

Nate coos, "Hey." You'll be okay. I swear. Come on, you're not afraid to take a risk.

I sigh and wipe my face with my palm. I don't fear anything or anyone, he's right. I always battle for what I want, and I will do so if it means getting Robert Woods to speak with Olivia Global. "Okay, what's the strategy?"

When the female in the cubicle next to ours starts acting strangely toward us, Nate squeals like a little schoolgirl and straightens himself out. Oh my goodness, I do feel bad for her. She quickly exits her cubicle after grabbing her suitcase.

Nate chuckles as he settles into his chair. Okay, let's discuss what will happen when you visit Robert's office tomorrow.