Crazy Stupid Love

Knock Me Off My Feet

Traffic was not as bad as yesterday. I got in thirty minutes earlier and to my surprise, the blond receptionist knew my name.

Not that it would be difficult to meet the new light skinned mixed race girl. She handed me a card with my name on it. She also gave me an envelope and told me to sign for it.

I did not even bother to ask or look at it thinking that it is the copy of the contract. It was official! I was now a staff member at Sullivan’s publishing House at the BASE tower.

I was so excited to see the small card on my hand.

"You car keys please Miss Johnson, I will have the valet park it for you in your parking space, don't worry ill have him bring up the keys in your office..."

I liked this job more and more. I searched in my purse and gave her my keys.

"Your jacket please" she continued to say. It was certainly not cold but I was not about to go all sexy crazy in the office with this killer dress.

"I think ill hang on to this for now..." I answered her with a smile.

"As you wish Miss Johnson" Oh my GOD!

"Please call me Bella." she made me feel old calling me Mrs Johnson. I felt like someone was talking to my mother. I made my way to the elevator. It opened and I got in.

Second day at work and unlike yesterday the lift was quicker or is it that I was alone in it this time? Anyways the door opened and I got out and went to my wing. I signed in my name and time and went straight to my office with my breakfast in my hands.

I had twenty minutes to kill. I got in early just enough time to grab a bite of the breakfast I have been dying to eat since I got in. I remove the foil and admired the food in front me. Another memo on the food.

ALL YOUR FAVOURITES, CONGRATULATIONS! XOXO

I smiled and put the note aside on my office desk. Pancakes, hash brownies, eggs and bacon. I took off the lid on the flask and my herbal tea was still hot.

She really had all my favorites for me. April was always so thoughtful of me. I loved her very much. I took in my hand a hash brownie. I look at it and admired it before I was to devour it.

“April, could you come with me? I have some people I want you to meet." she disturbed me as I was about to take a bite. "Or you can just come when you're done." my boss said as she saw that I was about to eat.

I was hungry for this but my stomach was not as loud as yesterday. I could stand a few more minutes. "No it can wait" I stood up.

"Are you sure? We don't want an episode like yesterday in front of our top sellers and magazine editors Isabella, you will be meeting almost everyone, just a simple meet and greet, nothing hectic"

I smiled a bit thinking of what happened with my stomach during the interview yesterday. "Is that why you offered me your diet biscuits?"

"They are not diet biscuits April just organic and if you must know, I offer them to everyone, You're just the first to eat them." she giggled as she made her way out of my office.

I took my Jacket from my chair and slipped it on. Good thing I was wearing flats because it felt like I was running behind my boss. I don’t know how at her age she can walk such high heels.

This was just amazing. We went to the left wing and went to the boardroom. She was giving me a brief tour as she was taking me there.

There were about thirty people in there all authors and magazine editors that worked for SPH. She made a brief introduction and I shook hands with them.

She had a short briefing in there and they left. Leaving behind a stack of manuscripts, I had to take back to the office. As if that was not enough. We go out to find that the elevators where down so that meant stairs.

Lucky enough no one was stuck inside, meaning that I had to walk ten stories worth of steps from the boardroom to my office. Yet again! Thanks GOD! For the flats. I am sure I would have broken off a heel by now.

The day went well as well could be expected. I was tired. I have been buried in my work that I even skipped lunch. I look at the watch in my hand it is just before 20:00PM.

"Jesus H. Christ! Look at the time..." I murmured as I cleared my desk. I took my purse. There was no one in the reception. Of course, everyone has gone home.

Everyone except my boss and me. Her office light was still on. I could also hear her talking one the phone. I knocked softly on the door and peak my head in.

"Mommy loves you, now go to bed angel, hug Mr. Bear for me..." then she hung up. Surprised to see that I was there.

"You’re still here? God Isabella I don't want you over working yourself, you'll burn yourself out..."

"And so says the woman who lives in her office" we both laughed. "Just wanted to say good night, I’m out"

"Good night Isabella, see you tomorrow dear...."

I closed the door behind me and went out. I had my car keys in my hand as I made my way to the parking lot. By the looks of thing my boss and I where not the only ones working late.

The was my car, the Mini cooper, A range rover SUV that was my bosses car. I had used it to fetch her daughter in it so I would know and there was a Mustang GT500. I have always had a thing for sports cars.

More especially muscle cars, Like the one standing in front of me. A monster on its own. I looked at my car and it looked like a toy.

I suddenly regretted not using the BMW Z4 my dad bought me last year on my birthday. Not that I fully refused it I just did not drive much of it. It was in the garage back at my apartment.

I open the doors and get in. I start the car but it will not start. I take out the keys from the ignition, put it back in and start again. I am as clueless about cars as much as a man would be about exfoliating his skin.

I popped the hood anyways and went over to check on it. There was steam blowing from everywhere. I did not know what to do. I take out my phone and it is off. The battery is dead.

“Oh wonderful! Now I have to go back to the office...,” murmured as I grab my purse and lock the doors. I was going through my purse looking for my access card when I bumped into someone.

I fell back flat on my back. I was so pissed at myself for not looking where I was going and even more pissed that someone could bump into me and knock me flat on my ass.

"Are you okay? Here… Let me help you up..." I looked up at this deep sexy voice offering me hand. I look up and Mr. sexy brown eyes. He bumped into me. I think he was on his iPhone, as it lay scattered on the ground along with my make up and almost everything that was in my purse.

I held out my hand, he helped me up pulling me closer forcefully, and my breasts hit his chest. I was close to him standing chin to chin. I froze glazing in his eyes as he stared into mine.

His eyes where much more beautiful than I had imagined. I was now too close to him. I could smell his cologne. He smelled so good it aroused me a bit. His touch against my body sent electric waves through my entire body. This man was so fine.

"Are you okay?" he asked looking into my eyes. I nodded and he let go of me, releasing me from his strong arms.

"Oh! Your phone..." I knelt down to pick it up along with my stuff. He grabbed me before I squat down.

"Let me, don't worry about the phone, I have another one in my car." He said with a smile as I watched him pick up my stuff. He took the scattered pieces and threw them in his jacket.

"I see Jane gave you the job, clever move, I’m sure you’re going to make her very proud" "Oh I’m Kenny, Kenny Vice," he said as he handed me my purse. I took it too afraid to look into his gorgeous eyes. "I'm Isabella, thank you..."

"What are you doing here at this time of the night? Everyone has gone home already and its not safe being alone in a parking garage this time of the night" I dusted my red little number at the back though it did not need any dusting off.

"Well I was about to go back into the office and call a cab, my toy car wont start" I pointed my car to him. Not that he could miss it since there where just three cars in the parking garage.

"Oh yes, The Cooper S, Maybe it’s something I can fix, go on, pop the hood for me..." He said as he took off his jacket, loosened his tie, and swings it lightly around his neck.

"Oh no I couldn’t let you do that, ill just call a cab and let someone tow it away," I said shyly said as I was already flushing. My cheeks where heating like buns in an oven.

He walked to his car and threw the jacket on the passenger seat. "It's no problem really; it's the least I could do for knocking you out there..."

Well he was sure going to help whether I liked it or not. I did not want to argue with this gorgeous man standing in front of me with a sexy hunk body when all he was trying to do was just to help.

I went inside my car and popped the hood for him. He went over and touched a couple of things. He then told me to go and try it again. I did as I was told and started my car and it sounded new again.

Whatever he did worked. He closed the hood and came to my window.

"Well it seems to be okay again," he said with a smile. Making me blush endlessly.

"So it seems, thank you for helping me out Mr. Vice" it really was nice of him to help.

"Do you live far miss Johnson?" he asked me

"Please call me Bella, No, it’s just an hour drive, I should be fine..." It really was not too far from where I lived with my crazy room mate.

"Okay but it's late and I’d feel better knowing you got home safe, why don't I follow you to your place?" he said in a firm tone.

Oh dear me what was this man saying. Why was he being so nice to me? It surely could not be because he accidentally bumped on to me. Maybe I couod be reading too much into this?

"Oh no, it's no problem really, I’ll be fine really..." I was a big girl and I could surely drive myself home.

“I insist..."

More like demanded. He was not going to take no for an answer! I just rolled up window and watched him on my mirror while he made his way on his car. I waited for him to get his car into gear and he flipped the lights to show me that he was ready.

I backed up my car and we where on our way. Me in my Minni Cooper S and him in his Mustang Gt following me as we drove around town under the moonlight.

Fifty minutes later I parked in front of the side walk and went to his car.” I’m home... thanks for the escort..." I did not even wait for him to respond. I turned back and walked into my apartment building.

I am sure that it was not what he had expected for someone who works as a junior executive. This was the place my boss would live in.

Of course, I would live in a place like this. My parents are Millionaires. That is something I never tell people though.

I knew he was looking at me as I sashayed my curves over to my building. The Valet came and I gave him my car keys, I went through the revolving door and went inside.