Hello Mr. Arrogant

Chapter 6

[Semi-edited]

Chapter 6: {Clair De Lune Part 2}

Ashton's P.O.V

She was amazing. She took my breath away every time I saw her.

Jenna came in, beautiful as ever, with a stack full of forms I had to sign. She placed them in front of me with a slight frown on her beautiful face.

"Are you okay, Jenn?" I asked looking at her with concern. She hasn't been feeling well lately, but always insists to come to work anyway.

"I"m fine," she said giving me a fake smile and kissing me on the cheek. "I won't be home tonight. It's Carries birthday and we want to celebrate. I asked the cook to make you your favorite so you won't be mad at me if I'm not back before midnight."

"That's fine," I mumbled looking through the stack of papers.

"I wasn't asking permission," she sighed walking out of the room. Did I say she was amazing? I meant she was an amazing pain in my ass.

I looked over at the clock on the wall opposite me. I realized I only had twenty minutes until the meeting with Jake.

"Miss Bennett?" I said pushing the intercom button.

"Yes, Sir." She gasped out loud, most likely surprised. I chuckled, but then quickly scolded myself for what I was doing.

"Get down here," I growled, not intentionally at her, but more to myself. I started getting anxious as I waited for her. Something I haven't felt in a long time.

There was a small knock at the door. The twists in my stomach decreased as I felt her presence behind the door.

"Come," I sighed raking my fingers through my hair. Lydia opened the door slowly and I stopped breathing. How could I not have noticed her before now?

Her black dress stopped just at her knees, the straps of her dress stopped just at the curves of her shoulders, and the tight fabric showed me all her perfect and perfectly imperfect bumps and curves.

Her brown hair was up in a messy bun, a few loose strands fell in her face and behind her ears. Her skin almost glowed as she walked closer to me. And her eyes, the deepest shade of forest green. Specks of brown and gold surrounded her pupils while the deep green shaded in the rest.

"Yes, Sir?" She said with a sweet candy voice.

I couldn't deny it, she was beautiful.

"Get ready," I said watching her every move. "We're leaving in five."

"Sir?" She hesitated. She looked intently at me, more at my chest.

"What?" I looked down trying to focus on other things besides her. The more time she's in here the longer more I'm distracted.

"May I?" She reached down and lightly touched my tie. I noticed it was crooked and loose when she tugged on it.

"Ummm," I gulped down a moan. "Yes."

She pulled on it until it came to the middle of my chest, then tightened it up to my neck. She was leaning closer and closer with every second. It was almost like a spell had been placed on me. I was entranced by her close proximity.

"Let me grab my notepad, and we can go," she said looking away. She pulled away and stumbled towards the door.

Once it was closed I let out the breath I was holding and released my fists.

Five minutes is not enough time, I thought to myself. Not enough time at all.

***

We met up in the lobby five minutes later. She had fixed her hair so not as many strands fell in her face, and I couldn't have been happier.

She was slowly, but successfully, learning how to be more professional. When she told me that she wanted to make it up to me, I became very proud and saw a new potential in her that I'd never seen before. Every time she was with me I grew more and more pleased with her work.

Yesterday, when she finished the emails, I had really been surprised that she came in, her chin held high, with the stacks of papers organized and completed. I wanted to do so many things to her and shower her in the utmost praises.

We both exited the elevator and made our way to my car. I didn't feel like taking my Bentley Bentayga so I took the Kia instead. The slimmer, more extensive design drew me in as we walked closer to the car. The black tinted windows had saved me once or twice from an awkward situation.

I opened the door for her, shut it once she was seated, and made my way over to the driver's side. I smiled slightly as I watched her awe at the car.

"This is a beautiful car," she said with her mouth open. Her eyes seemed to sparkle when the light from outside touched her soft face.

"It's not my best one," I said truthfully, shrugging my shoulders as I drove. "You look very beautiful in that dress," I said out loud turning to look at her, but she had already turned to look out the window.

"T-Thank you," she stuttered. I could only imagine the blush and the sheepish smile on her face. The rest of the way to the restaurant was spent in silence and a few short glances from me.

"We're here," I said pulling up to the curb. There, waiting with a sign in his hands, a boy in glasses wearing a red uniform waited next to the car. His blonde hair was shaggy and covered his ears, his body was like a stick, no muscle or fat anywhere. 

He must be the valet.

I got out going over to the other side to let Lydia out, but it seemed the stick boy had got there before me. He held out his hand to her in a flirtatious gesture continuing complete eye contact with her.

"Thank you," she giggled as she stepped out.

I glared at the guy but kept my composure. I don't even know why I was acting that way. He's a single guy, she's a single woman. A part of me cringed as I imagined her with another man. Just seeing her in another person's arms, being held so close her breasts pushed up against their chest. Seeing her lips touch another's was torture, and I had to look away.

"Come on," I ushered at her. She looked rather uncomfortable under his gazing eyes, but she didn't move. "Come, Lydia!" I snapped pulling at her upper arm.

"Sorry," she muttered under her breath. "But I'm not a dog."

"You yap like one." 

She glared up at me. "Woof." Huffing, she took a step in front of me.

 "Do not make a scene," I whispered sternly in her ear. I saw Jake sitting at a table for four near the rear of the restaurant.

We both walked up to the table. I slide her chair back and watched as she sat down looking directly at Jake.

"Miss Bennet, this is Jake Foreman, manager of my personal shipping company. Jake, this is Lydia Bennet, my PA," I said introducing them. They shook hands, his fingers grazing her soft skin longer than they needed to, then sat back down.

I sat across from Jake, Lydia sat next to me. Soon a man in a waiters uniform came up to us and asked for our orders.

I order the Entrecôte with a black coffee. Lydia didn't know any of the words on the menu so she went with a simple lemon cake with water, and Jake had a small Salade niçoise also with water. I didn't plan on eating, I never did at these types of meetings, but I'd always order something so I wouldn't have empty space in front of me.

"We're here to discuss business, right? Then let's discuss," Jake said with a grin plastered to his face.

"Alright," I said folding my hands over the table.

Throughout the entire meeting, I couldn't stop glancing down at Lydia, who was busy writing down as much as she could.

The room suddenly went quiet. Everyone's mouths were moving but I couldn't hear anything except the sound of my frantic heart and her soft breathing. She glanced up at me from under her long lashes.

"Mr. Hadley," she whispered looking at Jake then back to me. I looked that way and noticed he had said something.

"What?" I asked with sternness to my voice.

"I asked when you thought this would all go down. I mean the transfer, of course."

"I don't know. Give it a month or two," I said shrugging my shoulders.

Another few hours and the meeting had finally ended. Mr. Foreman and I didn't even touch our meals, but Lydia devoured hers. I took great amusement in watching her stuff the cake into her mouth and had the torture of watching a bit of cream stay at the corner of her mouth the entire time.

Once Jake had left I turned to her to confront her about it. "You have something..." I pointed to her lips. "there."

"Oh," she said surprised. She touched her bottom lip then skimmed her tongue over her it. She still missed it.

I inwardly groaned."Here," I said taking my thumb to the corner of her mouth and wiping ever so gently. The touch was electrifying; It sent a pleasurable shock throughout my arm.

Her eyes closed for a brief second before pushing away with confusion.

"How much was the cake?" She asked digging through her purse.

"I'll pay-"

"How much," she persisted, glaring at me.

"About fifty dollars."

"Oh my god!" Her voice raised. She covered her mouth when she noticed the many eyes on her. "Are you serious?" She whispered.

"I'm always serious." I squinted my eyes at her giving her a very fake serious look.

"Yeah, okay," she rolled her eyes at me. She handed me her notepad with page after page of notes she wrote down. 

The atmosphere around us was growing. The lights seemed to dull, even more, the candles that burned on every table seemed to all have the scent of roses, or was that her?

"Come with me," I blurted out before the tension could grow even more if that was even possible.

"You say come a lot," she gave a cheeky smile.

"I do say it a lot, don't I?"

"Too much information, Mr. Arrogant," she giggled her little laugh and started walking out.

"I'm serious about you coming with me," I said pulling at her arm.

"Where?" She asked looking up at me with hooded eyes. Those eyes! They were like magic. They made my icy heart pound whenever they looked at me, but they also make it race whenever she's not. They're my strengths and weakness.

What am I talking about?

"Please," I begged, getting very annoyed with the staring eyes all around us. I was not known for begging, and this might be the only time she'll hear me do it.

"Fine," she sighed. "But the radio stays on."