Tormented

5. A Lot

Lucy POV

How long was he standing there? Watching me?

I feel my face flush.

What's with him? What's he thinking? When our hands touched he tensed like he was scared of me or something.

And that look...

I lean on the window behind me, and hug the files to my chest, trying to calm my heart.

I shake my head. I shouldn't be so flustered.

I walk over to my desk, take a seat, and get started on my work.

-●-

It's 12 noon now and I'm almost done with my assignment. It was pretty much a questionnaire about who I was. Something that should have been discussed at the interview before he hired me. But, I'm not complaining.

The door creaks open and I quickly look in the direction of it.

Is it the boss?

I hold my breath until the door fully opens and his secretary walks in. I let out a sigh of relief, but I feel a spark of disappointment.

Did I want that to be him at the door?

No. No way.

I clear my thoughts as the secretary nears my desk.

"These are his clients and appointments." She says, not even looking at me.

"Thank you, he said you would be down with these." She looks past me and nods.

She turns and leaves.

Well, that was mighty anti-social.

I look down at his appointments and clients and see they're either meetings with businesses or meetings with girls. Living up to his reputation, I see. For some reason, this sends a foul taste to my mouth. I ignore it and start filling in his schedule.

He's my boss and I'm his personal assistant. I do my job, he does his.

It's none of my business.

James POV

I'm really crazy.

I run my fingers through my hair and sigh.

Lucy's been in the corner of my mind since her interview. I can't stop thinking of her.

I turn in my chair and put my hands on my lap.

She's too distracting, but in a way, I'm okay with. Way too ok with it. I almost look forward to seeing her every day and working alongside her.

I pull out her resume for the umpteenth time and read it over, again. It says everything I need to know about her. Her name, her level of education, and etc. But still, it leaves questions I want answers to.

How was her childhood?

Why didn't she go to college?

What is she doing so far from home?

As her boss, I really shouldn't be feeling this way but I've never been the type to follow rules anyway. And I'm the CEO I make the rules.

I'm going to make her mine. I feel a wave of satisfaction and realization.

I want her. Whether it's for her body or heart, it doesn't matter. Idon't know. I just need a way for us to become closer. I think back to my schedule and smile. That's the perfect opportunity, chance, and time.

I pull out my drawer and put her file back.

She'll probably see the event while doing my schedule and I won't even have to explain to her, why she needs to come with me and stay by my side the whole time.

Other than the fact that I want her around...

My grin widens.

I'm starting to feel like a hormonal teenage boy, excited to chase the girl he wants. I kinda like the feeling though.

A lot.