Chapter One.

CHAPTER ONE

I lifted my head off the pillow trying to open my eyes fully. But it seemed as if they had a mind of their own. My lashes felt so heavy as if they were eights on them.

As I slowly became more alert, I rolled on my back and stared blankly at the ceiling as I dragged my fingers over my face and let out a lone yawn. Was it morning already?

The sun invaded my room through the curtains.

I guess it was morning.

What time is it? I focus on the clock, the numbers are all blurry and distorted. Nine in the morning. . . I think to myself casually as I start lowering my head back to the pillow.

NINE IN THE MORNING!

My eyes popped open wide like I'd been splashed in the face with ice-cold water. Nine! Shit, I'm going to be late for my interview!

Who goes late for an Interview? I'll tell you who... Me!

"Damn it," I huffed out to myself as I jolted up from bed, tossing the blankets off as if there were a thousand fire ants inside it. "Damn, damn, damn." The words fly off my tongue as I jump out of bed and dart to my closet.

I overslept! I overslept, and now I'm going to be late for my interview. This doesn't say a lot about my personality. What would my future employer think? Showing up late looks terrible, especially since I need this job.

I searched my room, looking for something to wear. Suddenly it seemed as if I didn't have any clothes in my closet. I wanted to scream but just couldn't, finally as if it was a touch of  luck, I found a silk blouse and black pencil skirt off a hanger. I quickly slip my feet into the black heels beside the bed.

I guess I could make it work.

There was no time to do anything with my hair; so I tossed it in a messy bun, I knew I looked terrible, terrible was an understatement. But that didn't matter now, what mattered was getting to my interview. Which I needed to go early to.

After I give myself one last look at the mirror, I grabbed my purse and I'm out the door.

I was panicking, and when I panick I sweat, and when I sweat I smell, and i do not esnt that, i was anxious because i was late, and I hate being late to anything, especially not an interview.

"Taxi!” I screamed like my life depended on it, because it did.

I took a giant step back to avoid the accompanying wave of sludge water as the cab sped by me, then surged toward the pavement to catch the next taxi.

"Where to miss?" He asked and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Jarvis and Co."

I hope I don't look like complete shit right now. A little lip gloss makes my lips come to life, but I manage to keep the tip of the gloss against my lips.

Taking one last look in the rearview mirror mirror, I think to myself, good enough, but that wasnt enought, i needed a second opinion.

"How do I look?" I blurted out to the man who only smiled, I felt him looking at me through his rear view mirror as he adjusted it to get a better look.

"Ya' got a date?" He simple asked but I shook my head representing a no. "Then what are you dressed up for?" He asked yet again.

"An interview." I managed to mouth out, I know it looked bad but I was relying on my taxi driver for my self confidence, I was in trouble… deep trouble.

He adjusted his rear view mirror as if he wanted to get a better view if me before finally speaking "Then ya' good." I breathed a sigh of relief, if I could Impress my taxi driver than I could do same to Mr. Jarvis.

Was I delusional? Yes!

But did I look good? Well that was a yes too.

***

The sun hit me as I reach the top of the steps and head back out onto the street. I check the time on my phone, sighing softly to myself.

I'm going to be so much later than I thought. God damn it.

I had this feeling that today was going to be one of those days, you know those days where nothing ever works in your way.

I can see the building standing out like a fish out of water but in a good way.

This building took my breath away.

It's quite the sight, to be honest. Reaching up into the sky like Mount Kilimanjaro. With the letters. JARVIS AND CO. written in bold.

I needed to see Mr. Jarvis and I was in the right place.

The doorman gives me a nod and a smile as he pulls the door open for me. I gave him a panicked smile back.

You got this!

"Thank you."

Was that thank you necessary? I guess I have to be nice.

I looked around and found a receptionist and then I rushed up to her.

"Good day." I greeted but didn't receive a response.

"I'm here to see Mr. Jarvis." She nodded before checking her computer

"Name please and do you have an appointment?"

"Amelia Harper, yes I do."

"Top floor, check the elevator."

I could still make it.

As I turned back to take the elevator, I bumped into a man, looking up to see him, I was completely captivated.

His skin was tan. It looked like a natural tan rather than something earned in a tanning bed.

He had thick jet-black hair combed to perfection above sharp, intelligent eyes. His cheeks were smooth and his jawline was strong, as strong as his body looked underneath his three-piece suit.

He was the very definition of tall, dark, handsome, and broody. And when he smiled at me? My mouth went dry and my knees felt weak. But I felt as if I had imagined the smile because when I looked right back up, I met a big ole frown.

"I'm so sorry," I said to him, and he nodded but before I could hear what he was about to say, I noticed the elevator door closing. I can't afford to waste any more time.

"Hold the door! Wait! Hold the elevator!" I called out desperately, waving my arm frantically but the doors closed on my face.

Hanging my head, I run my fingers through my hair in frustration.

I stared at the elevator ascending and I began contemplating taking the stairs, but in heels, it would take hours.

The other elevator to my left starts coming down. I watch the numbers above the door descend. "Yes! Finally luck,"

I rushed in, closing my eyes to a small prayer, finally the elevator door opened but not before a man holding a coffee tray bumped into me.

"Fuck!" I screamed in frustration as the coffee spilled on my shirt.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," he says as he pulls a napkin from the tipped tray and attempted to wipe my shirt for me.

I stopped him with a firm hand, yanking the napkin out of his fingers. I do not need him to make this worse.

To be honest, I wasn't surprised, I walked towards a receptionist there. Nothing was going to make me miss my interview.

"I'm here to see Mr. Jarvis." She didn't reply, instead, she looked at my shirt, the big blotch where the coffee stained, I felt so bad already.

"In that shirt?" She was concerned, she was a middle-aged woman, but there was nothing I could do.

"Coffee accident, and a very bad day, can I still make my interview." I sighed as I facepalmed.

"Not in that shirt you are." She said before bringing a shirt from her drawer. "I happen to have extra."

My five lit up big just before I could say thank you, she shut me up "The bathroom is down the hall."

Thank God I'm not going to have to wear this coffee-stained shirt all day.

I was walking towards the bathroom when I realized I didn't know where I was going so I looked around and found an empty office.

Lady luck was finally on my side.

I closed the door and flip on the light.

The coffee has seeped through my shirt. I smell like a damn coffee house. Unbuttoning my blouse, I peeled it off. As I hold it out, coffee drips from the corner, puddling on the table. My bra is soaked too, so I decided to forgo the bra for today.

I wasn't well endowed in that area and I prefer having my tits loose than me smelling like coffee throughout the day. I can go braless for just thirty minutes.

I ball up the clothes on the table, and as I'm about to put on my clean shirt, the door to the boardroom bursts open. I gasp loudly, my arms dangling at my sides.

Oh my god!

Oh My God!!

OH MY GOD!!!

I stood in shock as big, bold, blue eyes zero out on me.

Everything around me became blurry, I couldn't breathe or think, it felt like my chest was on fire because I'm staring into the eyes of the hot stranger I bumped into earlier.

His eyes weren't on mine but were fixed on my chest. Time slowdd down to nothing. I'm frozen in place, unable to speak, unable to move, unable to catch my breath.

The room was cold, sending goosebumps down my spine and making the hair on the back of my neck prickle. I'm not breathing.

"My oh my, look what we have here." I was frozen looking at him and his voice made me melt.

This man has a presence. A dominating presence. I tried to shake the effect he had on me.

My nipples harden instantly as I watch him lightly lick his bottom lip. It's subtle, but I catch the motion.

Fire flames erupted over my body, making my nipples hard as rocks, and my stomach filled with butterflies. His eyes linger on my chest as he inhales a slow, deep breath that bristles my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

His eyes moved his eyes down over my stomach and my hips, down to the tips of my toes, then back up to my tits. He swallows, and the lump in his throat bobs up and down. I watch his chest as he inhales, and exhales with the same slowness.

He coughed to clear his throat before speaking. "Who might you be?"

"What are you doing here?" That was all I could ask.

He smiled before moving to the table and sitting on the chair.

"You're in my office."

My eyes moved to the office name tag sitting pretty on the desk with the words. MR. JARVIS- CEO written in full.

I knew it, I felt it, today was not my day.