Scandalous Desires

Chapter 1

...Six months earlier.

Micah stepped out of the uber and rushed to the small cafe just next door to the large glass skyscraper that was her new work place.

It was her first day, she wanted to make a good impression. She had noted the coffee that her boss had on the day of her interview and wanted to get her one to show her appreciation for hiring her. Or, to put it like her roommate, Alex, she was kissing ass to make a good first day impression. She didn't care about Alex's comments. It would be ass well kissed, this was her first job fresh out of college, and besides being her dream job, she was in deep need of income to pay off her school loans and bills.

The line at the cafe was long, she didn't mind though, she still had another 25 minutes before she had to be at her new job, which was just next door. She couldn't stop grinning at the idea that she was working with the Kathleen Hearte, Editor and Chief of the Daily Times Newspaper. She was the top, youngest, award-winning, investigative female journalist in the country!

Even though she was hired as an entry level reporter, which didn't make much income, Micah was nervous and excited for the opportunity to sit at her feet and pick her idol's brain. Her roommate accused her of having a girl crush on her new boss, she denied the crush, but she couldn't deny that she was a huge fan. Hearte was like her idol and hopefully a mentor for her, as an aspiring journalist.

Micah checked the time, ten minutes had passed and the line barely moved. She was worried that she was going to be late. Just when she was about to try and peek over the shoulder of the person in front of her to see what was up at the counter, she heard an obnoxious voice yell from behind her.

"What's wrong with you people!?" The voice came from an aggravated man on the same line. "Why's it taking so long to get an f---king coffee around here!? What are you all growing the coffee beans back there? Hurry the f---k up!"

Micah turned around to look at the owner of the disgruntled voice. He looked familiar, but she couldn't place the face. He was a 6 foot, dirty blond haired, green eyed guy. His short cropped hair was gelled back. He wore a charcoal grey business suit, which complimented his tanned skin. The well tailored suit did nothing to hide the well toned muscle beneath it. If GQ had a business edition, Micah could imagine this guy on the cover.

But his obnoxious remarks made her crinkle her nose, "you people?" she lamented replaying his comments in her head. The cafe clearly had mostly asian workers, his comments could easily be taken as discrimination.

"Someone needs their caffeine fix right away," she heard the woman ahead of her say. Micah chuckled, "I know right," she replied. The woman chuckled back.

"Hello!" yelled the obnoxious man. "Does the last name Dickson not ring a bell for your asses? Who wants to get fired today?"

"Whoa!" Micah whispered, "what's his problem?"

Quickly a small asian woman came from behind the counter and ran to Mr. Obnoxious.

"I'm sorry Mr. d**k… Dickson" she said with a sweet nervous voice, laced with her asian accent. The woman ahead of Micah chuckled at the attendant's mistake, "Dickson or Dickhead?" she said, a few people close by laughed quietly, including Micah.

"Please, let me take your order," continued the attendant, "Your coffee will be made next," she assured him, as she held up a pad and pencil.

Mr. Dickson gave the order. "Please have a seat, I'll make your coffee right now. We appreciate you and Your dad's patronage, sir!" She smiled and ran back behind the counter.

His dad's patronage? Thought Micah. The name Dickson...He couldn't be… the son of the owner of the huge skyscraper next door, Dickson Publishings, could he? The owner of Dickson Publishings was her boss' boss… the head honcho!

Micah's investigative mind went into play as she pulled out her phone and googled "son of Jack Dickson, Dickson Publishings." Sure enough, images of Mr. Obnoxious showed up on her screen. He was definitely Jack Dickson's one and only son, Rick Dickson, which made Mr. Obnoxious the heir of Dickson Publishings - possibly her boss' future boss!

So that's why he looked so familiar! She thought. Jack Dickson was a media mogul who owned the newspaper that Micah was now working for, the Daily Times, as well as some top magazines in business, fashion, sports, and entertainment. Staring at the images in her phone, she thought that the father and son looked almost like identical brothers, if it weren't for the full head of grey hair on the older Dickson's head. She contemplated introducing herself to the younger Dickson, but thought against it, seeing as how irritable he was at the moment.

"Hey Rick," said another man walking into the cafe, "man, what's the hold up?" Micah turned to look at another equally stunning man in a light grey suit. He had jet black hair, also gelled back and he looked like he got his tan at the same place as Rick. He stood casually with his hands in his pockets.

"These idiots are the hold up," Rick replied.

"Relax man," Mr. Jet Black said, putting a hand on his friend's shoulder.

Mr. Jet Black looked at all the people still waiting on the line and immediately spotted Micah. She felt the instant need to smooth out her pinstriped pencil skirt and she tugged nervously at her matching jacket. Mr.Jet Black gingerly raked his eyes over her body and gave a slight grin. Micah looked away suddenly and smiled to herself. "He's so checking me out," she thought. He tapped Mr. Obnoxious and whispered something. Both men looked at Micah; one smiled the other didn't.

Oh God, now they are both looking directly at me, she thought as she turned away from their full view and pretended not to notice.

"Thank you for your patience, Mr. Dickson," the attendant said as she swiftly returned with four cups on a brown disposable cup tray. "Please take these complimentary cups of coffee. We hope you and your dad enjoy it. We're sorry for the wait,we're a bit short staffed this morning" she smiled and bowed.

"What's your name?" He asked gruffly.

"I'm Rita, sir." she said shyly.

"Rita if this happens again, you're the first fired!" He retorted as he turned to the exit and walked away. Micah looked back at a worried looking Rita.

"God, that guy is awful!" said someone else on the line. That was the general consensus of everyone in the cafe.

Mr. Jet Black smiled at Rita, "please ignore him, bad morning," he said. Rita let out a sigh.

"In the future," said Rita, "please come straight to the counter for your order to be filled."

He nodded at Rita, as he glanced back at Micah who was now looking at him too. He looked down and smiled, shaking the change in his pocket nervously. He then whispered something in Rita's ear. She turned and looked at Micah and nodded at the man. He strolled out quickly to catch up with Rick.

"Omg!" texted Micah to her roommate, "Guess who I just saw!? The son of Rick Dickson, the media mogul, and his hot friend at The Coffee Shop!"

"Whoa! What was he doing there, don't rich people send people to pick up their coffee?" She texted back.

"I don't know, I'll let you know when I'm rich," she sent back with a winking smiley.

'Next time send selfies. You know I'd love to have seen that!" Alex replied with fire emojis and face emojis with the tongue sticking out. Micah laughed.

Rita continued to apologize to people who were waiting and also took more orders to speed up the line. Micah got her coffee with 7 minutes to spare. When she pulled out her money to pay, Rita said that it was on the house courtesy of the nice gentleman who left with Dickson. "Wow, nice gentleman indeed!" she thought as she checked the time. She thanked her, and quickly left.

"Who was that nice gentleman?" she wondered as she hurried to the building next door