6. Mail

Dean's POV:

Whithout even knocking at her office door, I storm right into it, slamming the door shut behind me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I could ask you the same." And I see heat rising to her face.

"I told you yesterday that parking lot is mine and yet you have the audicity to park there again? Who the hell do you think you are?" My breathing is comming chopped due to the amount of anger I am feeling right now.

"And I told you yesterday, as long as there is no sign up there I don't give a fuck. You want your own parking lot? Then do something about it, put a damn sign up until then it's who comes first gets it."

She stands up, giving me a death glare, moves around the desk and starts shoving my chest, wanting to push me direction door. I can only laugh at her attempt. She's only something like maybe 5'6 or 5'7 feet and petite. While I am 6'4 feet and probably have three times as broad shoulders than she has, I don't budge a single step, no matter how hard she tries.

Instead I move her backwards until her ass hits the desk, both of my hands going down on her desk on both sides of her body, cornering her so she can't move, I lower my head to her.

"I don't accept people disobeying me. Is that clear?" I declare only inches away from her face.

Her breath is coming heavy, just as mine. Instead of the expected fear in her face, there's this always stubborn look, but something else is taking over, too. The colour of her eyes has darkened, and her breath is going heavier. Her hands are still pushed against my chest, which is rising and falling rapidly. The look on her face lets me feel those tiny hands on me even stronger, while adrenaline is flushing my body.

There's no denying what I see in her eyes is lust, and my body has already reacted with a twitching dick in my pants. Fuck! My gaze falls to her rapidly rising and falling chest.

The dress she is wearing today, has a slight rectangular cleavage with a tiny V in the middle. It shows the top line of her chest, and even only seeing this top line is sexy as hell. Her hot breath is tingling on my skin, while my face is still only inches away from hers.

Her phone ringing with my dad's name on the display makes me break away. "Don't dare park there again tomorrow." I demand before rushing out of her office.

Slamming the door shut to my own office, I pace through the room for a couple of minutes, images of me pressing her against the desk, flash through my mind. Damn that has never happend to me and I badly need to get a grip on it. This is not happening.

Besides I know nothing about her, she might have a boyfriend. By the looks of her, it's nearly impossible she doesn't have one. If it wasn't for her impressive work it would be best to fire her right away. But I know she is what I need for this company. Damn!

Ok, what I can do is at least put a bit of distance between the two of us. This week my schedule is full of meetings anyway. I could simply send her mails, tell her what needs to be done and stay as far away from her as possible. This way we can't piss each other off either.

My next video conference starts in about twenty minutes, I have everything prepared on my table, so I decide to send her a quick formal mail.

Dear Ms Summers, as my week will be very busy I will get Gina to provide you with all the material you need to work on this week. I will send you short informations about what I have in mind to the subjects. If you have any questions, feel free to send me a mail and I will try to reply as soon as possible. I expect feedbacks per mail by the latest at the end of your working day.

Dean Arlington

Her reply comes within seconds

Dear Mr Arlington, will be done.

Kiara Summers

Will be done she writes. That easy without any protest? And I can't deny the short answer disappoints me a little. Somehow, I had expected something feisty to come back.

The day croaches by, as the different kinds of meetings seem to drag along. In some we had to discuss some issues about productions, in others I was talking about possible new product lines which weren't impressing me much though. Between the meetings I would work through my mails and be a bit disappointed when I didn't see any from Kiara.

She better be working. Just because she isn't sitting right next to me and knows I'm distracted, doesn't mean she doesn't have to work.

At 7pm, I finally recieve a mail from her, just before I was about to walk across.

Dear Mr Arlington, I have worked through three of the campaigns you asked me to. You'll find all the layouts and details attached. Please let me know how to proceed.

Kiara Summers

Is she kidding me? She did three today? They sure must be trash if she has worked through them so fast. Before looking at them, I quickly reply, so she can leave for today. At the moment it might be a bad idea only the two of us left here in the building, there will only be conflicts.

Thank you, Miss Summers, I will look through them and let you know by tomorrow.

Dean Arlington

I wait for a few minutes to see if she will reply, but she doesn't. What was I expecting? Something like a goodbye, Mr. Arlington? Ridiculous, I didn't even write goodbye in the first place. No one says goodbye in the evening to me anyway, besides Gina sometimes. Why should this be different? Our heated moment only resulted out of anger anyway, and as I don't intend to repeat it, there's no reason to say goodbye.

Instead, I open the files she sent me, page by page, I am more and more stunned about the talent of this girl. Where I expected trash by the amount she managed to work through, it's so detailed and perfect, I already take my time to pick out what I want and send it to her in reply. There isn't even a single thing I want changed about it, which is new to me as I am not easy to please.

It's gone 10pm when I finally reach home. No gym for me today, but I do decide to take a swim in my pool. Seeing as I am sat at the desk most of the time I need the work out in the little time I do have left. I might just hit the gym in the early morning instead.

******

This feisty little bitch, she's really asking for it. No matter what I say, that fucking Mustang is standing in my parking lot. This time I even see a sign she has put on to her back window, stating:

STILL NO SIGN UP

For some reason I can't help but laugh about this today. Instead of storming into her office like I did yesterday, I head straight towards mine, not risking anything. After a short talk with Gina and asking Trish to bring me some coffee, I check my mails and a small smirk appears on my face with the mail just coming in.

Dear Mr Arlington, no storming my office today for parking incorrect? You seem to be learning.

Kiara Summers

My hands run through my hair and before I know what I am doing my fingers are typing.

Don't push it girl. You are really asking for it, aren't you?

Mr Arlington

While Trish brings in the coffee, I don't even look up. Instead, I keep staring at my monitor, waiting for her reply.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, Dean?" Trish asks, and I know what she's aiming at.

"No, Trish, that's it. You can go to pick up the phones or whatever you do all day. "I wave her off and open the new mail instead.

Oh, I'm in trouble now, aren't I? You even signed with Mr, instead of your first name. But trouble is my first name, so you aren't intimidating me with that.

Ms Summers

Instead of getting down to work as I should, I decide to reply again.

Ms Summers, I knew you were trouble from the first moment. And at the moment, I feel like reminding you who's the boss. You better get down to your work now. Otherwise, I will really need to storm into your office.

Mr Arlington

For a moment, I wish for one of her feisty replies to make me storm the office.

Yes Sir, as you please.

Your obeying Ms Summers

Fuck that mail has my jaw dropped and my pants buldging. I have never done or thought of this, but right now I feel like going across to her office, make her repeat those words before I shove my dick down her throat to shut her up for once. I'd take a fistful of her ponytail and remind her who's the boss, while I thrust hard into that dirty little mouth of hers.

Fuck I better get a grip on my thoughts, before I ask her to join me to an important meeting on the weekend.