Chapter 3 The familiarization

She rolled her eyes and repeated, "You're his secretary," in an irritated manner. "Now, excuse me while I head out. The boss should be here at 8:00, so make sure you get back by 7:30. Then, he will offer you more instructions." She walked out of my sight, snapping at me. His assistant? HER administrative assistant? Had my accountant informed me that I would be serving as his secretary, I would never have accepted this appalling job offer and would have found another means to turn my business around. Not only did I lose my position as my own fucking boss, but for the next two years I will be working directly for the fucking devil himself. This is absolutely a personal hell hole for me. I went over to my new office and took a look around as soon as I heard the elevator ding to let me know she was gone. At least I had something to look forward to when I entered this purgatory because there was a huge window behind my black writing desk that overlooked the entire city. After setting the document folder next to my computer on my desk, I glanced at the enormous clock over my door and saw that it was 7:15-that is, I had fifteen minutes to drink coffee before this miserable day began. I proceeded towards the lift and punched the cafeteria's button, which was number twenty. The smell of pastries and coffee hit my nose like a truck as soon as I got off. There was ample space for two hundred persons in the enormous café. Tall glass windows set into each wall offered a different perspective of the city. The first floor was filled with long white tables set up for staff to eat at. Every nook of the second floor was filled with pastry shops and fast-food establishments. Signs pointing me in the direction of their own Starbucks on the second floor were strewn all over the tan walls. "Greetings! For you, what can I get?" As soon as I got in, the welcoming barista asked, beaming broadly. With a brief check at the menu above, I returned the smile. "Hi, I'd like one Vanilla Sweet Cream Cold Brew to go, please." I paid him, thanked him, and virtually raced out of the store, quietly praying Sebastian wouldn't even turn up, once he finished with my drink. Naturally, though, being the awkward person that I am, I stumbled over my foot and fell hard in the direction of someone else. I prepared myself for impact, but it did not materialize. Robust tan arms encircled my waist and hauled me back up. Fortunately, there was no spillage of my coffee. "Whoa, where's the fire?" A deep voice enquired. Penetrating hazel eyes stared down at me when I looked up. The stranger steadied me with his massive hands, his lean frame towering over mine. "Are you okay?" His attractive face was stretched with concern as he asked. "Fuck, I'm so sorry I wasn't watching where I was going." Frantically, I started to explain. His symmetric nose and square jawline complemented each other as he laughed softly, displaying little dimples in his cheeks. During our blunder, a few strands of his chocolate-brown hair accidentally fell into his stunning eyes. He swept the strands back into place with a swift motion of his huge palm through it. "It's alright, no harm done." He gave me a radiant smile of assurance. Nervously, I tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear and assured myself that the next time, I'll make sure to monitor where I go. After witnessing my three-year boyfriend fucking my eight-year best friend in the back of his car after my father's funeral last year, I haven't really spoken to men. After that, I made a vow to never date again and to concentrate only on my work. It would be an understatement to say that I have serious trust issues now, which is why I haven't had a partner or any friends since. "I'll hold you to that." With a gesture of his hand toward me, he said. "I'm Carter, by the way, and you are?" "Elara, but I go by Ela." I shook his big, gentle hand in response, and looked briefly at the enormous clock on the wall behind him that read 7:25, meaning there were five minutes remaining. He grinned as he saw how nervous I was. "Well, I won't keep you any longer; it was nice meeting you, Ela." "You too!" I shot back, shoving past him and heading back into the lift. I ran my free hand through my hair and smoothed it out on the ride up. I sincerely hope that I didn't appear insane in front of that attractive stranger. Not even my legs could be melted by his smile. Regretfully, I'm not looking for a relationship right now, but if I were, Mr. Carter would be first on my list. I took a long breath and braced myself mentally as the elevator doors slid open, showing the not so empty floor, shaking my brain to forget what had just happened. All the employees had moved into their cubicles except for one. Before I went, where the heck was everyone? I thought to myself as I hurried to my office, finished my iced coffee, and picked up the folder Miss Whore had given me. I then went to the black double doors that led to Sebastian's office. Without bothering to knock, I pulled the massive doors open, hoping in silence that he wasn't within. There was nothing I could have done to prepare myself for what was going to come out of his mouth. "Didn't anyone teach you never to keep a man waiting?" As I entered the dimly lighted room, I heard a gruff voice-the unique voice of Sebastian Ashford-growl. There was a contemporary feel to his spacious workspace (see photo above). On the other side from his desk were two wide white office chairs and a little square oak coffee table. The walls were adorned with trophies, medals, and numerous other prizes that he had won over the years, all in shades of brown and tan. I reasoned that the only prize he deserved to receive was for having the most sex with women. He started to unhook his zipper and said, "Just shut up and come put my dick in your mouth," without taking his eyes off his computer. I stopped mid-step as I approached his desk. What? The eternal fuck? ----