CHAPTER TWO
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CHAPTER 2
I pull up outside The Exotic and walk out of the car. A shiver runs up my body and I look at the sky, rubbing my arms together. The clouds are dark and it’s going to rain in a few minutes from now. By raining, I mean heavy rains. I didn’t even bring a trench coat. It’s in my car and I’m freezing.
I lock the car and walk into the building. I walk into the elevator and press the fourth floor button, rubbing my arms together. The file is under my armpits making it easy to do so.
The elevator chimes and glides to a stop. The doors open ushering me out and I walk to the receptionist who gives me a brilliant smile.
“Hey? How may I help you?”
“Hi. I’m here to see Mr. White.”
“Who do I say it is? Do you have an appointment?”
“Just tell me it’s someone from Queen’s agency. Mr. Patterson sent me.”
“Oh! Mr. Patterson! Are you one of the models?” she keys a number on the telephone and gives me a grin.
“Yeah, I’m.” I give her a smile and wait for her to make the call.
“There is someone here to see you sir.”
“From Mr. Patterson’s agency.” She says and looks at her nails. I can’t help but notice how beautiful they are.
“Okay. Right away.” She replaces the speaker and gives me the brilliant smile.
“Walk down the hallway. It’s the last office, just straight ahead. It has the tag 'White Fleming.’ He is ready to see you.”
“Thanks. You have beautiful nails by the way.” I compliment with a smile.
“Aaaw! Thanks darling.” She giggles and goes back to her work as I walk down the hallway to the last office.
It looks different from the others. It’s not a partition and I can tell that it’s quite big from the outside. I knock softly and wait for the response.
“Come in.” a deep voice calls from inside.
I open and walk in cautiously. My eyes meet with a smiling god on the other side of the table. Why am I calling him a god? His teeth are perfect; white and chiseled. He has a beautiful smile, I can see he is taller than me, though is seated and his eyes are so beautiful.
Why do I have a feeling that he is the one Daniella was talking about? Because, how do you start explaining this handsome guy seated behind that desk? I can’t explain his looks entirely. They can’t be covered in one day so I will stop at his eyes.
“Everything okay?” he asks snapping me out of my drooling.
“Oh yeah!” I smile shyly and clutch the file tightly.
“Have a seat.” He gestures to a seat directly opposite him and I plop on it, clearing my throat.
“Mr. Patterson sent me.” I place the file on the desk. He gives me a smile and picks it. He peruses through the papers, with me fiddling with my fingers.
“Yeah. I’M supposed to sign them.” He reaches for a pen and signs them.
“So what’s your name?”
“I’m Lexi.”
“Related to Patterson?”
“Nope. I work at his agency.”
“So you are a model?” He closes the file and slides it to me.
“Yes sir.”
“Great. That explains your beauty.” He smiles making me uncomfortable.
“Thank you. I’m humbled.”
“Will you be at the event we are organizing?”
“Yes. I will be there.”
“Great. Guess I will see you there then.” He pulls his chair back and stands. I will walk you out.”
I do the same and take the file, holding it tightly. He opens the door and gives me a smile.
“See you around. Bye Lexi.”
“Bye.” I whisper and step out. I walk down the hallway, letting out a sharp breathe, I hadn’t noticed I was holding.
I have never dated before. I don’t believe in dating but if I get that Mr. White guy, I will be happy forever.
“Done?” the receptionist startles me.
“Yap. Thanks.”
“I can see the effect.” She gives me a wicked grin.
“Yeah, how do you work with him?” I grin back at her and look outside. It’s already raining and I had already forgotten how cold it is. It was warm in that office.
“Like a normal person.” She smiles. “He is not the real deal. There are other people you will see and go crazy.”
“Than that one?”
“Yap. Trust me when I say you haven’t seen anything yet. I'm Keisha.”
“I’m Lexi.”
“Pleasure to meet you Lexi.”
“The pleasure is mine.”
“Aren’t you cold?”
“I have a jacket in the car.” I lie. “I better get going.”
“Okay. We might run into each other soon.”
“Yeah, I hope so. Bye.”
“Bye Lexi.”
I give her a smile and walk to the elevator. I press the button and get in when the doors slide open. I press the ground floor button and take another sharp breath. Patterson should send me here frequently. Do such people even exist? That one is not a person. It’s a god.
The elevator chimes and glides to a stop. The doors slide open and I walk out dreading the heavy rain outside. I make a run for the car and open the back door, throwing the file on the backseat. I close it but before I can open my door, water is splashed all over me by some Ferrari.
“Son of a b***h!” I shout trying to dry the water off my face. It’s raining but that’s not enough to splash a pool of water on someone else because you drive some fancy car. The Ferrari stops few meters away and the driver’s door opens. A tall guy, in his early thirties walks out with an umbrella over his head and approaches me.
“Asshole!” I mutter wiping the water off my face.
“Did you just call me son of a b***h?”
“Yes. You should watch where you are going you son of a b***h!” I breath angrily. How do I go back to work, soaked in water? I don’t care about the rain. This asshat doesn’t look remorseful which he should because he has spoilt my day.
Crap!
I don’t want to notice how handsome he is. The fact is that he is a dickhead who has messed up my day takes away all the ogling I should be doing here. What is happening? Is Bloomfield a home of some out of this world men? Because if Mr. White is a god, I don’t know what to call this one.
Shit!
I shouldn’t be doing this. He has messed my day.
“And you have repeated the insult! How about I call you a b***h for insulting me.”
“You should be remorseful. You have messed my day.”
“Says someone who doesn’t have a jacket and an umbrella!” He rolls his eyes. You are still being rained on so no much difference.” He looks me up and down and shakes his head.
“I don’t believe you.”
“I wanted to apologize but because you have insulted me, that’s not going to happen. You should have watched out.”
“What do you mean I should have watched out? You are the one who should watch where you are going you crazy dickhead!” I shout angrily.
“And the insults continue. Next time, have some spare clothes because it will be hard surviving in New York with your attitude.”
“I don’t carry spare clothes.”
“How about, I don’t give a f**k. Com?” he glares at me and walks back to his car leaving me seething with anger.
I get into the car and bang the steering wheel.
Urgh! What a wasted sperm!
- Writer
