Chapter Two

As soon as Sheila reached her apartment, she threw herself on her bed in excitement. She still found it hard to believe that she had gotten a job in her dream company and had direct access to the man of her dreams. She bit her lower lip as her imagination wandered off. She could still feel the rippling effect of his small touch on that spot at the back of her palm. And his gentle smile...

Gosh!! How could a man be so handsome?? 

Her phone rings in between her daydreaming, interrupting her thoughts.

She searches her handbag for it.

"Dear bestie!..." The excited voice of a woman screamed from inside the phone.

"I got the job, Zoey!!" Sheila screamed in excitement and Zoey joined her.

"I want details. Did Mr. Moore interview you himself?" Zoey asked. Sheila could picture her already, all excited and geared up. Zoey knew how much her best friend had always wanted to be a part of GG groups, and how much she was in love with the CEO of the renowned company. Well, the man is a man to fall for, but Sheila was head over heels, even when she hadn't even met him and wasn't sure she was ever going to.

"Yes, Zoe. He did."

"Ohmygod...!" She exclaimed loudly. "Tell me, everything girl... In detail. How hot is he? How handsome?" 

"Mr. Moore is hot as hell. Pictures do not even do justice. I can't believe I got to sit a few minutes with him." Sheila said, sounding all dramatic.

"And from tomorrow, you'll get to see him very often. Truly dreams do come through."

"Yeah." Sheila grinned.

"I should probably come over this weekend cause someone would be needing my help with shopping. You need the right kind of clothes to charm your way into Mr. Moore's heart. I read he is single."

"Come on Zoey, I'm just his secretary, not a girlfriend."

"My point exactly. You're not his girlfriend, the reason why you need to charm your way..."

"Zoey!..."

"Don't pretend with me now, Shey. I'm your best friend and I know you've had a crush on this man for years."

Sheila giggled shyly.

"Still Zoey, I'm just going there as a secretary, not to try to seduce my boss. I'm sure there's someone he is head over heels for. Not to mention that I'm far below the class of people he'd mingle with. I'll just stick to being a secretary while crushing from afar. As long as I get my paycheck. That's the real deal."

Zoey sighed at her end. 

"Fine then, if you say so." Then she suddenly screamed, making Sheila flinch from the phone. "Congrats girl. This calls for a celebration."

"I know right?" 

"Elevate Lounge, tonight. What do you say?"

"I say I do not want to be late on my first day. Let's celebrate during the weekend, drinks on me." 

"Perfect! I'll have Jimmy come over!" Zoey said.

"You still hang out with Jimmy, thought you two broke up?" 

"We did, but we are back now, but more like friends with benefits. It'd be a great loss to let a good fucker go." Zoey said and Sheila could hear her grinning in between her words. She chuckled.

"Alright girl... gotta go prepare for my first day at work. Mr. Moore is an early bird, don't want to be late."

"Aiit babes... Pick something sexy, you never might tell, he might really be single."

"Get off my phone." Sheila chuckled as she hung up.

After dropping the call, Sheila ambled towards her wardrobe and began sorting out her outfit for the rest of the week.

That evening, she went to bed earlier than she had ever done since she became a grown-ass woman.

As early as four o'clock the next morning, she was awake and preparing for work. While she went through her preparations, she couldn't help but feel like she was some high schooler. Only they got to wake up this early.

When she was done dressing up and having breakfast, she picked up her bag and made it for the door. She hailed down a fast racing taxi just in time before the driver could zoom past her and the car came to a screeching halt in front of her.

"Bedford Drive..." She told the driver and he gestured for her to get in. As soon as she did, her phone buzzed in her bag and she pulled it out to see a message from Zoey.

'Have a fantastic first day, and do not forget to seduce that boss of yours.' Attached to the text were lots of grinning and winking face emojis.

Sheila smiled as she read the text. She had needed just this. Well, not the whole of it though. The second phase of the message involuntarily caused her thoughts to wander off, trekking her in the direction of naughty thoughts, thoughts she'd need to avoid for her own good.

After half an hour's drive, the driver finally pulled over in front of a gigantic building, and Sheila found herself gaping at the luxurious penthouse. She suddenly could feel the difference in class and it left her wondering if they'd even let her in.

She sighted a blonde forty-something years old man in a chauffeur's uniform standing beside a car. She walked up to him.

"Hello, I'm Sheila Reese and I'm here on an appointment with Mr. Moore." 

"Ms. Sheila Reese, the new secretary?" He asked and Sheila nodded silently thanking her stars that Mr. Moore was nice enough to mention her coming to his home workers.

"Oh hello Ms, you're quite early." He noted.

Sheila offered him a wry smile. "New job symptoms." She grinned, earning a smile from the man.

"Take the elevator inside to the third floor. The Italian door on the right hallway, Mr. Moore awaits you."

"Thanks a lot." Sheila offered him a gratified smile and then headed towards the house entrance.

In the elevator, her heart drummed rapidly as a picture flashed across her mind. She quickly shook the thought away, mentally rebuking herself for thinking such. But the thought wouldn't go away. She tried wrapping her mind around some other thought, to distract herself from the sultry image that planted itself in her mind. Instead, a more intense image pops up and she couldn't help but shut her eyes and facepalm.

At the dinging of the elevator, she forced her eyes open and then stepped into the hallway of the Italian-style penthouse. Spotting the Italian double doors so she quickly made for it.

A gentle rasp on the door, but after a few minutes when there was no reply, she pushed the door open and walked into a carefully organized suite that gave off the vibe of a typical male room. 

Strolling inside the luxurious suit, all explicit images from her dream the previous night, came flooding her memory as she glanced at the neatly arranged bed which was covered in black Balenciaga sheets. She tried to get control over her mind, but it was rather difficult as she Involuntarily pictured herself in the middle of the king-sized bed with her honey-blonde hair scattered across rumpled black silk sheets and Mr. Moore naked on top of her.

'Gosh Sheila, get a hold of your thoughts.' She mentally chided herself.

But... she couldn't help but wonder why there was a bed in the waiting room. This is supposed to be a waiting room, right?

As if to answer her doubts, she heard the clinking of a door behind her and when she turned around, she was stunned to see her new boss walking out barely clothed. When he noticed her, he paused by the door, giving Sheila the privilege of viewing him. A drop of water trailed from his head down his perfectly chiseled chest, and flat stomach muscles. Sheila watched the whole time, and when it disappeared into his lower region which was covered in a towel, she gulped down on saliva.

'Gosh!' She had never wished desperately to be water.

"Ms. Reese..." Mr. Moore called, but it came out as a whisper. He swallowed hard and then cleared his throat and Sheila immediately jerked her eyes off him in embarrassment, her cheeks turning red instantly.

"I didn't hear you come in." His voice held a surprised tone. He walked past her. "You're early."

"I was so excited for my first day." She admitted, her face turning red.

Mr. Moore stared at her for a few minutes.

"It's normal." He answered before dragging open a double glass door. Sheila caught a glimpse of the room and realized it was a walk-in closet.

'Such luxury.' She thought.

"I'll get dressed and join you." He told her before disappearing into the room. As soon as he was out of sight, Sheila took the chance and made an escape for the door.

Once she was in the long Corridor, she fanned herself, trying to calm the heat which was building all over her face despite the early morning chill.

Her mind replayed that sight of him, and she couldn't help but wonder what it'd feel like to trail her hands over those perfectly sculpted abs and muscles. Or the bliss that would come with having him atop her.

The thought of it made her shiver, and she bit hard on her lower lip, jolting herself to reality.

'That would never happen, Sheila," she sighed. 'Just concentrate on being Mr. Moore's secretary."