| Part Two |
| FORBIDDEN FRUIT TWO |
Shit!
I'm late on my first day of work!
I step onto the front porch of the posh mansion and toss my brown curls into a bun.
I'm nervous.
I knock on the door fingers crossed, praying my 'boss to be' is not in.
I hear the approaching of footfalls. My palms are wet. My heart is throbbing fast. I grip my black leather bag tightly when I hear the doorknob creak.
The door flings open.
A young man.
A very young man. Probably in his early twenties. I didn't expect that! I expected a much older man or woman. This is probably the tycoon's son. He can't be the owner of this house!
He can't be my boss!
The setting sun is gleaming on his creamy, chocolate skin making the shade of his hazel eyes look lighter.
His jaw is clenched, looking all stern and se
