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Alana's POV

I walk into the building the next day, feeling nervous about what I'm about to walk into but if this is a real job with that kind of salary I'd be dumb to not take it. What's really the worst that can happen? I go up to the front desk and meet the receptionist lady.

"Hi I'm here for the personal assistant job for Mr Diaz?"

She eyes me up and down in disgust. Weird but ok...

"You're here for Mr Diaz?"

"Yes why?"

I give her a bitchy look.

"I think you've got the wrong person."

"Eva, she's with me."

I turn around to see the guy from the bar. He was the one on the left who smirked at me and the one on the call.

"Oh, ok Enzo."

She says whilst batting her eyes lustfully.

"I'll take you to his office."

He says and I follow his lead to the elevator.

"Nice place, rude receptionist."

"She's easily intimidated by gorgeous women."

He's not exactly bad on the eyes - black curly hair, bearded, 5'8, muscular - but unprofessional.

"I thought I left the inappropriate comments at the club."

"I-"

"I think best if we stay silent."

I say. First few minutes and already off to a shitty start.

"We're here."

He says as the elevator doors open. He walks forward and pushes open the big doors opposite the elevator. As we enter, I turn around examining the large office. Grey colour settings, a city view and at the perfectly neat desk - Mr Diaz.

He's sat down on the chair with the back facing me.

Enzo clears his throat getting his attention. He spins around and when I see who it is, my heart rate quickens. Mr Diaz is the 'middle man' who was acting all weird 2 days ago? He's still the same fine man I saw back then.

"Enzo, bring me the files."

Enzo listens and leaves the office.

"You can sit."

Now that I've heard more of his voice, I can pick up the accent. He's Spanish.

"Hi, my name is Alana Solis."

"The pay is 10,000 monthly. It's a demanding job, I'll contact you at different hours of the day. You don't work on weekends unless I call. You'll help me with some small things nothing too time consuming."

As he speaks, I stare into his dark green eyes, usually I'm quite good at reading people through their eyes but with him? All I see is darkness, I shift in my seat feeling uneasy. I don't know what it is, but I can tell that his soul is holding so many secrets inside. His cologne has hints of cool spice, wood and musky notes and lavender - Dior Sauvage. Never trust a man who wears Dior Sauvage, I can hear my best friend say.

"Um...ok. I'm fine with that."

Not really, but I was only half focused on the rules.

"Do you have any questions?"

I stare down at his muscular, veiny hands. What attractive trait doesn't this man have? If he weren't my boss, the things that I'd do..

"When do I start?"

"From today. We have an event at 7pm. I'll have you picked up by the chauffeur."

"Isn't there things I need to fill out? How do you know where I live?"

"We had your manager pass over your details."

He says in an erringly calm manner.

"Whats your name?"

I say smiling.

"That's inappropriate, don't you think?"

He says his eyes stuck on mine.

"Enzo will show you around. You can go."

I stand up but as I'm about to open the door he grabs my hand. I stiffened, his touch is warm and firm, a weird feeling grew in my stomach as I stare into his eyes. The tension from the other night starts to grow again and I try to ignore how embarrassingly wet I just got.

"W-what is it?"

I bite my tongue at my stuttering. I never stutter. Why am I stuttering around a fucking stranger!?

"Don't be late."

He says in a low voice, sending a small shiver down my spine. Why does he sound like he'll kill me if I'm late!?

"I brough-"

As soon as Enzo enters the room, he lets go off my hand.

"Did I interrupt something?"

"No."

He grabs the files from him.

"You can go Alana."

The way he says my name has me thinking all sorts of things, I stare back one last time before leaving his office.

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