Taken By Him

As the last rays of the sun entered his office on the top floor of Catalyst Industries, Nathaniel laid his feet on top of the huge desk and sipped his cold coffee. For a second, a thought passed his head, about his extensive addiction to coffee. But then, he simply shrugged and took a huge sip, as if to signify how utterly 'trash' the thought was.  His head whipped to the side, when a curt knock sounded on the door exactly in front of his desk. The two way glass showed his exactly who was standing behind the glass, but the curvy blond with a few buttons opened seductively couldn't.  He smirked at the thought of Ana, his new floor manager, trying so hard to win his attention. Too bad he paid no heed to spineless bimbos like her who fell at the feet of men just at the mention of 'money'.  Ana desperately tried to fix her meager clothing as she looked at the blurred glass, without realizing that she was being viewed from the other side. It was her first time actually going into his office, and it was really quite daunting. She had just been working for a few days as a floor manager, but earlier she used to work on the second level, handling paperwork. She had only seen 'the devil' as the other workers called him, once, when he walked in there office to fire the worker who had accidentally shut off the heater.  He was 'that' serious.  She walked into the warm office, furnished with just the main things, like a huge black desk, a rotating chair on which the devil himself was perched, almost gasped in awe. The office was larger than her entire apartment, and much more lavish.  Nathaniel looked at the woman, dressed barely appropriate for an office with a tight white office top, a few buttons opened unnecessarily, and a short, and equally tight black skirt. She held a thin file in her arms, which she bent forward to put on his desk.  He picked up the file and looked up at her, his face a stone statue of disinterest.  Ana cleared her throat and replied, "Mr. Evans' assistant arrived just a few moments ago and requested to give this file to you. She hopes for the details before tomorrow's meeting."  With this, his entire demeanor changed to a professional one as he straightened up and flipped through the file while giving her instructions. A few minutes later when Ana left his office, she walked directly into the bathroom and looked at her reflection, her blond hair disheveled and her red lipstick all smudged up. Her brown eyes sparkled as she remembered what had happened after he had given her the details. One thing was for sure, that guy was hot.  Nathaniel punched a code into a panel in a wall on the side that opened into a walk in closet and into a bathroom. He leaned on the sink and splashed some cold water on his face.  He felt disgusted with what had happened with Ana. A blurry Nathaniel stared back at him from the mirror, his deep green eyes now a dull hazel. He thought about the weird property of his eyes changing from blue to green randomly.  He tussled his jet black hair and walked out of the bathroom, picking up a crisp blue shirt and buttoned it on. He wore a dark blue tie over it and walked out of the closet, draping the suit jacket over him. He rode the elevator exclusive to him to the bottom level and walked into the car park sitting in his Aston Martin one-77 and drove to a meeting.