Chapter 4: Definitely Wet

~Sienna~

“Babe!” I scream into the phone, bouncing up and down in my apartment with a huge smile on my face.

“This better be good, Sea.” Nova grumbles.

I roll my eyes at the ridiculous nickname.

“I just got an email from the company—they want me to start TOMORROW!”

“Really?” Nova beams. “Oh my God! Babe, I’m so happy for you.”

I chuckle, toying with the strands of my hair. “I’ll have to get up early to catch the first bus. I’m literally the first thing they’ll see tomorrow morning.”

“Huh, huh!” Nova teases, then sighs. “I’d loved to give you a ride, but I have to pick up my dad from the airport very early. He’s got this big meeting at the office.”

“Ohh.” I swallow, gripping the phone tighter.

“It’s fine, okay? I’m going to be alright on the bus.” I forces a laugh. “I’ll call you tomorrow with updates.”

“Alright,” Nova yawns through the phone. “But we need to celebrate this. What do you say—Friday night, in the club?”

“Alright.”

“Good, Love you.”

“Love you too.” I whispers through clenched teeth as the call ends.

I drop onto the bed, my phone trembling in my hand and my heart pounding loudly in my ears.

It’s been two weeks since that night and I’ve done everything to avoid seeing him again. I’ve stayed away from Nova’s house, always finding excuses when Nova insisted.

I don’t want to remember that night, don’t want to remember that stupid, drunken mistake.

It shouldn’t have happened, but it did and I can’t even bring myself to regret it. Guilt claws at my chest for betraying my best friend.

Even hearing his name drags the memories back, the forbidden touches, his lips everywhere, the way he took me to heights I’d never imagined, over and over again.

Sex has always been good, but with him it was more than good, it was unforgettable.

Then morning came with harsh reality, a bitter pill I couldn’t swallow. I’d had to sneak out barely dressed before he woke.

Got home under a hot bath and scrubbed at my skin as if i could wash away the truth.

For a week I avoided Nova, but that didn’t work and finally I figured its best to avoid the house.

But one question has linger on my mind ever since. Did he regret it?

I feels awful, but I can’t stop wondering.

I sighs, slipping under the covers. It’s better this way if they never meet again, I don’t even know how I’d face him.

I have a job to prepare for better to sleep early.

***

“Ms. Davis?” A woman calls, stepping out of the elevator.

She’s in a pantsuit, tall and slim, with oversized glasses, maybe in her late forties.

“Sienna, please.” I say, standing up from the chair I’ve been sitting, waiting for the director.

“Right. Sienna. This way.” The woman walks ahead down the hallway, speaking as she goes.

“My name is Glory, HR Director. If you ever have an issue—work or staff related, I’m available to help you, anytime.”

She sighs, glancing back at me. “Well, I hope you last longer than the rest.”

Confusion flickers across my face.

“It’s not about you child.” Glory says with a shake of her head. “Our boss is hard to please. Always expects a little extra from his staff.”

I nod, my fingers twisting together.

“I’d love for you to work with us but it’s in your hands now. Be punctual, be flexible, meet all his demands. Maybe then…” she trails off as we step into an office.

Glory settled at the desk, and gesturing to the chair opposite.

“You’ll be placed on internship for a month. If the boss is pleased with your performance then, you’ll get a permanent work badge.” She slides over a temporary paper card.

“You’ll need this for the securities, to be allowed to access the work building. Welcome to Gray Stone Luxury Real Estate and Hospitality.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” I whisper.

“Now, let’s go meet the boss.” Glory stands, grabbing a file. “He hates being kept waiting.”

I forces a smile, trailing behind Glory as she walks toward the elevator.

I’m not sure if I should be excited or terrified. A job in my hands, but it could slip away if I fail to please this infamous boss.

What kind of man is he and how will I survive past the month and earn my permanent work badge?

I watch Glory press the button for the top floor, my stomach tightens with each acceleration of the lift, my hand wipes at the tiny beads of sweat on my nose.

You’ve survived a lot of things to reach this stage, Sienna, you’ll be fine, whatever happens.

The elevator doors slides open, revealing glassy tiled walls and floors, white and gold décor and an air thick with power greet me.

We pass two offices on each side of the hallway with nameplates on the doors, General Counsel and Executive Secretary.

Woah! One of this is going to be my office.

My heart swells with joy, I’m finally taking a step toward my future dreams even if the long term stay isn’t yet guaranteed, I’m determined to put in my best.

We finally come to stop at the third and last office, the biggest one on the floor.

The nameplate reads, CEO.

Glory presses the button on the door handle, after some seconds the it dings and automatically. opens.

A golden chandelier sparkles from above, glass walls, shiny leather chairs and a vast masculine space.

The air in the room was soothing, faint scent of mint lingers in the air, almost familiar.

At the desk, a man with dark, styled hair has his back to them, the office telephone cord trailing from his hand.

He turns just as the door closes behind them, and I freezes.

Hot breath settles down on me, my ears rings with a deafening sound. I’m rooted to my spot, can’t move or utter a word as I stares at the man with a soft smirk on his lips, eyes locked on hers.

“Sir, this is Ms. Davis, your new secretary. And Sienna, this is—“

“Leave it, Glory.” He voice cuts sharp, eyes not leaving her face. “You can go. I’d like to have a word… with my secretary.”

“I also brought the files—“

“Leave.” He hisses.

Glory pauses, looking between them from the corner of her eyes but smiles anyway. “Of course, sir.”

She turns, heading out. “I’ll be in my office, Sienna.”

The door clicks shut.

His gaze drifts lazily down my body, climbing back up to my face before settling in a slow smile.

My knees nearly buckle, but I manages to hold myself, my breath stuttering, cold sweat breaks down my spine.

When Nova pitched this work for me, I never knew it would be here with him. If I’d known what her father really did, I would never have come here.

“Sienna.” He breaths, leaning back against his chair, studying her like a decadent meal.

“M…. Mr. Garrison.” I whispers, fist trembling at my sides.

His brow arches, eyes narrowing on her. He studies her for a moment, then says. “I seem to remember you screaming Norman with so much passion instead.”

My eyes widen, a sharp breath tearing from my lungs.

The memories crashes over me, his fingers, his tongue, God….

My nipples throbs painfully against my shirt, my pussy clenching, I can feel it pulsing, yeah, definitely wet.

Fuck! I blowout a breath.

His eyes stay fixed on me, steady, heated.

“I—I…”

He cocks a brow, waiting.

But I can only open and close my mouth, saying nothing, my inside tightening.