Hello Mr. Arrogant

Chapter 5

[Semi-edited]

Chapter 5: Clair De Lune

"How was your date night?" I asked Belle when I reached her desk. She was typing away at something on her computer. It has been a week since we last talked and I was itching to hear some details about that special night she was talking about.

"It was fine," she said blushing. "Did you finish those files?"

"Yep," I replied popping the P.

The floor seemed empty today. Many workers were scattered around the place running, talking, typing, but it felt like no one was actually there.

"What's wrong?" Belle asked, obviously noticing my discomfort.

I shook my head. "Its nothing," I said walking away with a smile.

First thing on my list; Find Mr. Hadley. I went to his office, knocking till I heard a "come in."

"Good morning," I said with a smile. I placed down his morning coffee, then stood a couple of steps back waiting for my task for the day.

"What?" He snapped at me. "Why are you just standing there?"

I was frozen.

The first thing he does is yell at me? I even went out of my way to bring him coffee. Not really out of the way since I have to every morning, but I still did it. I came in smiling ready to work, and he snaps at me.

"Sorry Mr. Hadley," I mumbled leaving the room.

That is it! I was determined to break that cold exterior that he has even if it kills me.

I walk down to my office. When I get there I place my notepad and a pencil on the side of my desk, knowing I'd need it later.

The room felt cold. Unlike Mr. Hadley's office, where it was warm and electric, mine was sad and freezing. Instead of wrapping me in a relaxing hug, it turned my body to ice and makes me go stiff in my chair.

Email after email popped up on the computer. When I was finished with one, another came up in its place.

Whatever an email was Important, I would send it to Mr. Hadley's office. The ones that were Unimportant went into junk mail or spam to be later responded to with a standard robotic email.

Hours of just reading emails, clicking, and typing had got me restless. This was not what I signed up for.

Maybe it was?

Was that in the job description?

I spun in my desk chair, holding my knees up so they didn't hit the actual desk. It was useless. He had a list of never-ending emails that never went away. Most of them were not important. Many fan letters or thank you notes from charities.

My black dress seemed to crawl up my leg with every passing minute. One more hour, I told myself. One more freaking, horrible, irritating hour.

"Miss Bennett?" Mr. Hadley asked from the intercom on my desk.

"Yes, sir?." I gasped, startled.

"Get down here," he growled and then left.

Did I do something wrong again?

Mr. Hadley's office is only a few doors down from mine, but it felt miles away. If I was in trouble I wanted to stall as much as I could. If I wasn't, I didn't want to know why he wanted me.

Knock, knock

The sound echoed again, but this time there were people crowded around me.

"Come," he sighed from the other side. I pushed the door and gazed at the man in front of me.

He was perfect. Flawless in every way possible. 

I was too busy being mad at him that I never notice what he was wearing. A nice white button-up shirt with black jeans. A black tie hung loosely from his neck in a very unprofessional way.  The smell of the room--very expensive cologne that seemed familiar and a hint of aftershave-- hit me hard when I stepped in.

"Yes, Sir.?" I hesitated, knowing quite well speaking would only speed up the process, and I wanted to stare at him longer. A small animalistic growl came from his throat as he looked up at me.

"Get ready," he said with a husky tone. "We're leaving in five."

With all the emails I had forgotten about our trip. But it seemed the only problem I was having at that second was the tie he was wearing.

"Sir?" I questioned walking slowly toward him like he was going to pounce on me like a lion. He sure did look the part.

"What?"

"May I?" I asked slowly leaning down and touching his tie. He looked stunned when I slowly let my fingers graze the fabric.

"Umm," He cleared his throat, unsure of what to say. "Yes."

I leaned down and adjusted his tie so it was straight, then tightened it. It didn't choke him but looked very professional at the base of his neck. While I was doing this he had his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

I pulled back, shocked at myself for feeling the way I did. The tension had started building again between us. 

"Let me grab my notepad and we can go," I said leaving as fast as I could to avoid any more tension and awkward encounters.

***

Two hours later Mr. Hadley opened the door to his black Kia K900 for me. He walked around and got in himself. We were finally going to Clair De Lune. Mr. Hadley had offered to give me a ride, knowing I would probably ask anyway. It was sweet and somewhat cocky. 

"This is a beautiful car," I said awing at the black leather seats and the blue light emitted from every button of the dashboard.

"It's not my best one," he said like he had better. Knowing him he probably had way more expensive ones than this, I sighed and tried to relax. It had been a while since I'd been in a luxury car.

"You're very beautiful in that dress," he said as he drove, his eyes never moving from he rode.

"Thank you." I blushed, hiding my face. I looked out the tinted window, watching the people and buildings pass by in a blur. 

And then we passed my apartment building and I frowned. It was in an old, rundown building in the middle of a busy area. Some windows were cracked and the bricks were turning grey from age. I wanted to ignore it hoping it would just disappear into nothing and I can continue my day, however, that didn't happen and I looked away.