Chapter 2 - Olivia POV

Olivia's POV

“Going up” The elevator voice sang. I was running late and I hate being late. My hot water had decided to desert me so I’d spent twenty minutes trying to fix the boiler before calling an engineer this morning. I’m going to have to ask my new boss for the afternoon off on his first day which was already filling me with anxiety without adding my lack of punctuality into the mix. Normally my morning run helped ease my nerves when I’m stressed especially when Mr. drop dead gorgeous and his German Shepherd are at the park. With his curly mahogany locks and chiseled features, he looked like a Greek god. He was wearing a baseball cap this morning but that just made him look ruggedly handsome with his 5 o’clock shadow. People enter and leave the elevator which is adding to my lateness. We were currently on level seven and I’ve got to get to level twelve. I hope my new boss is a decent human unlike my last one. Lecherous old man. I shudder thinking about everything he tried to do whenever we were alone together. He even tried to get my desk moved into his office. DING! Finally I am on my floor.I need caffeine urgently. I had to forego my morning coffee this morning thanks to my boiler debacle. I don't look up as I head straight to the kitchen to get my fix. Letch was never in before 9am so I’m hoping my new boss is the same. I leave my bags on the kitchen table and get to work making myself a coffee. Filling the kettle I get this strange feeling like I'm not on my own. Thinking it was my anxiety catching up to me I continue my task. 

Adding sugar to my mug I hum quietly to myself thinking about the undoubtable long list of errands I will probably have to run this morning given that I needed the afternoon off when it hits me. Cologne. I recognise it instantly because its one of my favourites. Jean Paul Goutier. Turning slowly I gasp, then I gawp, then I “WHAT THE FUCK” in my head. It’s him. Mr Drop Dead Gorgeous from the park. What is he doing here? Wait. I survey him. Taking in his crisp suit, his polished leather shoes, his tie and pocket chief. Surely I can't be this unlucky. He can't be my new boss. Fuck. I’ve fantasised about this man. I’ve touched myself fantasising about this man. Nope. I can’t. I will die of embarrassment. Breathe Liv. Stay calm. Just stay professional.

“Going to stare all day or do you speak Olivia?'' He raises a perfectly curved eyebrow at me. I can feel my face heating up as I realise during this whole inner monologue ive just been checking him out. Wait, he knows my name?

“I do speak sir, you just surprised me that’s all. Normally I am the only one here until 9am. How do you know my name?” I manage to sound quite confident and hide the inner turmoil. I don’t even know if he is my new boss but I thought using “sir” was always safe in a situation like this. 

“I wanted to get a feel for the layout of the floor and see the office situation before everyone got here and the day began. As for your name given there is only one female on this floor and her desk plaque says Olivia I took a wild swing and guessed.” He said leaning against the door frame looking all relaxed and my god his eyes are beautiful. Like a clear blue sky. I grab my mug of coffee and head towards my desk and re+alise hes following me.

“Can I ask why you're following me around?” I turn suddenly and he nearly collides with me. Why was he so close?

“I'm heading to my office Olivia. It’s the one next to your desk.” He smirks.

Oh shit. So he is my new boss. My cheeks grow hotter as my embarrassed blush spreads across my face. I sit down at my desk and as I begin to go over my schedule for the day I hear his door click shut. I release the breath I didn’t know I was holding and slide down in my chair. Was I the only one that could feel that? The tension? Was it wishful thinking that he felt it as well? I shake my head trying to keep my thoughts under control. “He is your boss Liv, stay professional” I think to myself. 

The elevator ding pulls my focus upwards as I sit upright in my seat again. It’s Alexander. 

“Good morning sir.” I sing as he strides across the hall to his office door. His 6’2” muscular frame somehow makes it look almost elegant. I could never look that regal, I am way too clumsy.

“Liv, how many times have I told you to call me Al? You call me sir and it makes me feel so old.” he almost whines at me. He has told me countless times to use his nickname but I feel that brings too much familiarity and I prefer to keep it professional. 

I smile at him before he asks about Mr Gorgeous. I need to stop calling him that in my head. 

“He is in his office” I reply as he leaves his bag in his office and almost runs to the one opposite and knocks on the door, waiting for it to open.