The Boss in New York

Chapter Three

Chapter Three:

I confidently walked in my office floor the next morning, trying to put the things that happened last night in the back of my head, and putting work first.

"Hey, Kris!" Josh chirped with two Starbucks coffees in his hands.

"Hey, Josh," I greeted him.

He handed me one cup and I smiled at him gratefully.

"Caramel macchiato for the lady," He grinned.

I gasped. How did he know that this was my favorite hot drink from Starbucks?

"How did you - "

He shrugged with a huge smirk. "Lucky guess."

I chuckled while shaking my head. "Lucky guess...right," I joked

We walked to my office and I sat down on the chair and Josh sat on the table.

"So, Josh, what do you really do in this building?" I asked him.

Ever since I've been working here he hasn't told me what he does and he always refuses to tell me which kind of annoys me now. What happens if he doesn't even work here? I doubt it though. He wouldn't have passed security if he didn't work here. But he seems so chill all the time, if you know what I mean.

He smirked at me smugly. "Wouldn't you like to know."

I closed my eyes and inhaled for a second to remain calm. "Isn't that the reason to why I'm asking you?"

"I'll tell you."

I breathed out in victory. "Finally - "

"- In one condition," He grinned. I looked at him as if he was kidding. He leaned in to my ear and whispered, "If you go out to dinner with me."

I stood there with a shocked expression, debating to whether to say something or to just leave it alone.

I haven't dated in quite a while - 3 years to be exact. It felt like such a hassle to be in a relationship while you study and work. I have a strong belief for "education comes first" as this will get you to your goals and dreams.

I opened my mouth to answer but I was rudely interrupted by a male voice.

"Josh, can I please have you in my office?" Mr. Johnson said in a voice where it sounded like, 'if you don't come instantly, I will kill you'.

Josh looked at me apologetically, sighed and walked off with Mr. Johnson. Huh, I guess I won't have to worry about answering his question yet.

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My shift finally ended and I made my way down to the elevator and pressed the 'down' button.

"Wait, Kristine, wait!" Heather, a blonde, blue eyed beauty from the sales department ran toward me.

"Hey, Heather," I greeted her. "What's up?"

She handed me an envelope. "This is from Mr. Brendan Johnson. He wants you to open it before you leave the building," She said and gave me a small smile.

"Thanks, Heather."

"You're welcome," She turned around and left me standing by the closing elevator.

I debated on whether I should open the envelope or not. I mean, it could be something important, right? Or it could be a trap to one of his mysterious games since he's a mysterious man. See what I did there?

Chewing on my bottom lip I finally opened the envelope and unfolded the letter.

'Dear Miss Roberts,

Please see me in my office as soon as you have read this letter. This is very important.

B. Johnson'

I looked at the paper bluntly. Why didn't he just text me? And plus, he didn't say a 'thank you' again. Dammit, this guy needs some manners!

'On the bright side, he got your name right,' My conscience told me.

'Oh shut up, you.'

I grumpily made my way to his office and knocked on the door not-so lightly.

"Come in," I heard him say.

I went in and closed the door shut behind me. I stood in front of him and rested my hands on my hips, regretting it as soon as I felt self-concsious and I felt my face burn a little in my short black pencil skirt with my dark grey silk top.

He looked at me with an emotion I couldn't quite read. The corners of his mouth twitched a little into a forced smile. "I have a favor to ask you."

I sighed. Why was I always the one who gets asked favors instead of me asking them? Like in Freshmen year, my former best friend would always ask me to get a guy this and that while I just be the stupid girl I am and follow her instructions. People learn from mistakes, I guess but this was my job at stake.

"What is it, Mr. Johnson?" I asked politely.

I heard him murmur something but I couldn't quite understand. Something in the lines of, 'God, I like it when you call me that' but I highly doubt it. I looked at him weirdly for a second then completely shook that feeling off.

He looked into my eyes deeply, searching for something I couldn't understand. I'm not the best person when it comes to reading people's minds. I'm more of a 'what the hell are you thinking' type of person. I'm straight forward but shy. And I am definitely shy right now.

I blushed and bit on my bottom lip. It's a habit of mine to bite my bottom lip when it's awkward, when I'm uncomfortable, and when I'm nervous.

I heard his breath get caught up a little and it went back to it's original pace.

"I want you to be my date for charity work."

I looked at him as if he was kidding or not. His eyes did not show he was joking. This is the time where

I would like a camera to pop out and say, 'You just got Punk'd!' or something like that. I looked around the room and saw that there was nothing suspicious about the room and there is certainly no cameras either. There are a huge number of girls in this building who would throw themselves at him and he would choose me to be his date. How lovely.

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