Mia made her way back down to the ground floor where the mailroom was located. It is a busy spot with lots of people going in and out on a regular basis. After all but one constant was sitting at the desk, happily humming to some song that she didn't recognise, shuffling through paperwork as though he would never want to be anyplace else.
She stared at the man before hurrying up with her work even though she's met with a large grin.
"Not so bad, was it?" Sean asked, a glint of mischief ever-present in his eyes. It was about his humming. She knew that.
"Not at all, Sean." Mia lied while trying to get her work done. It shouldn't be her responsibility for crying out loud. There are so many people in the office, but she got entrusted with that. With a sigh she stared at the light beeping, her insides curling with the clock ticking.
"A woman after my heart. You are the only one who appreciates my talent, Mia" Sean exclaimed like the overdramatic man he was, throwing his arms in the air. Sitting in the tiny stuffy office making copies of each and everyone from the floor does that to you. It's not a glamorised job, after all.
"Yeah, yeah" Mia answered, although she can't seem to get her head around his words.
Just then she heard the door push open. Looking over her shoulder, she noticed Lizzie. She was also working as a receptionist in the same office.
"Hey"
Lizzie shyly smiled. "Hi. Is Mr Rossi in today?"
Sean made a noise. "The big boss?"
Mia swallowed the little extra moisture in her mouth from thinking about those bright green eyes. The way they stayed on her. The way they widened and flared every time he's irritated. She never saw him smile. Bet he would look mesmerising with those eyes crinkling. His deep voice, so high strung and harsh, that almost made her insides melt.
No! She cant be having such kind of thought about her boss. That's not very professional.
"Not the only thing that's big about him" Lizzie wriggled her brows, leaning back.
"Christ, Lizzie, you can't just say that," Sean made an affronted noise.
Mia flushed at the implication. She had nothing to add to that aside from the fact that she understood the appeal alright.
Damon Rossi, her boss, was everything a woman would want. Rich, witty and the CEO of one of the biggest companies in New York. Except charming. He severely lacked that. And always had a blank face and never smiled, also yelled at her a lot. The list could go on.
Lizzie giggled. "He's really fit," She commented
nonchalantly. And of course, her interest was immediately piqued.
Mia wanted to know what's so appealing about him that charmed Lizzie. Not that she's interested or anything but merely curious. Focusing her eyes on the receptionist, Mia rolled her lips between her teeth.
"I mean have you seen those arms? They're so powerful and big like I want them to hold me up while he fucks me against the wall. Or any surface, really. I just really want his dick."
Mia snorted at that, resisting the temptation to imagine her boss. "You've been here for what, two months and already you want to fuck our boss?"
Lizzie shrugged. "Who wouldn't want to?"
She got the point. Mia hated that the receptionist got a very valid point with that and instead collected her copies and walked out of the room. Time to face the music.
***
"Hello, Miss Grace" Damon was standing by the door to her office, his body pressed against the edge of the door. His voice was sharp, lips pressed together as his eyes raked over her body. A shiver ran down her spine at those moss green eyes following her.
Mia has been having the worst day. After spilling water on her cell phone and somehow getting tangled in her bedsheets, she fell face first. As if that wasn't enough, she had a flat tire and had to take the subway, which made her few hours late. Like a fool, she kept the work of getting copies until last minute and was just done with them. Now she had to put up with Damon Rossi like a cherry on the top.
Mustering a polite smile, the twenty-five year old replied the usual "Good morning, Mr Rossi", hoping he would respond with his usual nod.
"Good Morning?" He scoffed. "More like 'good afternoon' Miss Grace? What time is it in your little world?"
She clenched her eyes shut. Oh, so he caught on that.
Mia couldn't help but think back to the day she was offered the job. It all started with a simple suggestion from her friend Jane, who knew several people who worked for the company and insisted that she could pull some strings to at least get Mia an internship. For a student struggling to make ends meet in New York nearly screamed in excitement.
The Rossi Group was one of the biggest companies in the world. There were multiple branches everywhere, including LA and London, but the main branch, or what you would call headquarters, was right in the heart of New York.
At the age of nineteen, she was already accepted to be interviewed for a paid internship during the fall semester. Everything that she had dreamed about since she was young worked out in her favour. Days after her interview, she got an email that summoned her to one of the tallest, most well-known office buildings in New York, at 8 am on Monday morning.
Years later and she still worked there. Only with a new boss now.
She blinked at him, aware of his icy gaze. He was much taller than her, and, before working for him, Mia had never felt so small. In order to meet his eyes, she needed to lift her chin to look at him. That clearly satisfied him if that certain sparkle in those green eyes was anything to go by.
"I had a disastrous morning, Mr Rossi. Rest assured, it won't happen again." She swallowed, relieved that her voice came out without shaking.
Mia has never been late before, but of course, her boss had to make a scene the first time it happened. Why can't he let it go away? More than a hundred people were working on the very floor, under him, but somehow he always took delight in targeting her. Walking past him, she put her briefcase and coat on the desk and turned on the computer. She tried to pretend he wasn't there, standing in front of the door, watching her every move.
"A disastrous morning is a great description of what I had to go through in your absence. I did your job and mine this morning. I'm sure that even with a disastrous morning, you would be able to get here at eight, Miss Grace. Some people start working even before breakfast."
At that, she lifted her head to face him as his eyes judged her with his arms crossed over his chest — all because Mia was few hours late.
It was difficult for her to look away, not to stare how that dark suit wrapped his broad shoulders. Heartthrob was such an understatement when looking at him; he's dressed in a designer suit, with a flashy gold watch (that must've cost more than her apartment) fastened to his wrist. His black leather boots with a pointed heel. Under the piercing sunlight accompanied with the glow in the room he gleamed, his silky brown hair styled very casually. Like he had tugged on them one too many times.
But of course, he had to ruin the moment by opening his mouth: "I hope you know this is the last time you are allowed to do this. Consider yourself lucky that I'm not firing you for your tardiness."
Son of a bitch.
She cleared her throat. "Sorry, sir. I understand the sacrifice you must have made to answer your calls in my absence. Like I just said, won't happen again."
"Exactly, it won't." He replied, with the pretentious smile firmly in place. If only he kept his mouth shut, he could be perfect. A piece of tape would solve the problem. "And just so you don't forget about this little incident, I would like to see the whole situation of our three projects on my desk. And then you'll make up for this morning by doing a presentation in the conference room at five."
Her eyes widened. Before she could open her mouth to argue he was already out of the office room. He knew very well that she had just started this project. She still had months to prepare the slides after the contracts had been signed, which had not happened. They hadn't even been drafted yet. Now, with everything else thrown in her lap, he also wanted her to arrange a presentation. The way she hated him!
Cursing under her breath, she opened the project file and started working.
***
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Mia hated working on weekends. It's a practice she's carried over from her education to her professional life. When she was in school, weekends were something of a prize, a treasure that she valued with everything in her being. Because her weeks were so work-heavy, no thanks to the news boss it's nice having two full days all to herself.
Taking a deep breath, she faced him. Mia had no idea what he's going to talk about. It could be about number of things and that scared her. Not knowing the exact topic because then she would fumble and make a fool of herself in front of him. She's not very eloquent when it comes to speaking with Damon all alone. Something she needs to learn."Umm...sir. May I know what do you want to talk about?"Damon licked his lips. "So I received a reminder mail from your university. As your boss, I have to give out character certificate before you graduate or something? Is that right?"Shit. Mia almost forgot about it. How did she not read his emails? What a stupid day to be late for her job! Earlier she thought that Rossi Sr would be kind enough to give her an amazing certificate for all the work she's d
It was nearly night time. Her eyes were dropping every second as Mia stared at the screen. She was aware that most of the employees have gone home but not her. Oh no. Since she had no one to go home to, she could easily spend as much time in the Rossi building until they completely shut down the lights. Also, the reason she had to stay back had more to do with her cruel boss. It was Damons punishment, after all. Not staying late but finishing the projects he asked her to.Mia finished a very small portion of the papers that were filled to the brink with typos.The employee was sure that Damon did that on purpose just to stall her. Organising them was a pain in the ass, but that's what he wanted her to do so she couldn't deny it. Mia took deep breaths in between, trying not to scream at the screen hurting her eyes or the fact that Damon was sitting in hi
/His POV/As Damon stared at Mia, move so graceful around the conference, trying to get to Chris, he couldn't help but think. The day he first saw her, through the dingy laptop screen because he was too busy in Spain to bother with interviews in New York. He was on the eighteenth floor, the view of the city mesmerising in every sense. On the screen he noticed the room which wasn't very abstract, it's the brilliant mix of the lavish and sleek interior that was captivating, none of it helps in toning down the pressure of the interview in the room. It has been going on for more than an hour, and it doesn't seem like the three interviewers are anywhere near the end. It's boring.He glided his fingers gently on the wood while rounding the corner of the table and settled back in his chair, watching as another one failed. Damon was tempted just to close the screen and get it down with. Leave it with his father to handle it on hi
Mia raised her eyebrows as a pink cocktail slid in front of her. She's sitting at the bar of the club she's been for like thousand times already. Shangri La the most happening spot in Manhattan. Also her favourite for several reasons.Chris thought it would be a good idea to catch up in a loud place. Jane was going to join them soon. That's what Chris had said anyways, but he bailed half an hour ago for some brunette with long legs and a dazzling smile. Mia was a bit mad about that. What happened to talking and catching up? She's a little bitter because she is also a brunette with long legs and a dazzling smile. Then again Mia is not interested in sleeping with Chris, though, so she understood.A man leaned against the bar next to her and motioned towards the drink. "Hey, angel. Couldn't help but notice you were here by yourself, so I thought I'd replace your drink."
Mia couldn't help but remember the exact incident that led up to the following moment. Her cheeks flushed as she thought of previous night—the things she did in her drunken state.The twenty-five year old looked at the camera to make sure it was aimed perfectly in between her thighs, and she reached a prodding hand to feel and make sure the blue jewel was visible. It matched her eyes and also the added colour will make the pictures far more delicate. That's what she aimed for.She maintained her arch and grabbed for the remote, letting her other hand get lost in the sheets as the vibrator edged close enough to her g spot to have her wiggling for even the smallest amount of extra pressure. Mia's hand finally tensed around the remote, and she pressed the button without thinking much about a pose.As s
Damon clenched his jaw. "I asked you a simple question, Mia. Who were you sending those pictures?"Mia shivered at the tone, her spine chilling at the way his voice drawled. There was a hidden tone of possessiveness behind that, or atleast she could detect it. She couldn't help but twist her lips in between her teeth, her cheeks heating up. How should she answer that question?Then again, it's none of his business. He had no control over her life outside the business, so she met his eyes, gaze hardened. "I don't think it's related to my job, sir.""It's not, but I just want you to know I don't share."Her mouth fell open at that. What did he mean by that? Before she could question him about it, Damon made a so
/HIS POV/One minute he's standing right in front of her and the very next, Damon heard her exhale, shivering as they took a step closer. His fingers trailed towards the hem of her shirt. For a minute, he couldn't believe it, hesitant and wanting to change his mind. However, her flushed face was very inviting, and he couldn't control himself. Not anymore.He gripped the waistband of her long striped pants and pushed them down.The CEO watched in bated silence, the pounding of his heart growing deafening as the red lace was slowly revealed. Thong. Red, lace thong."Fuck" He whispered, eyes glued to the sight of deep crimson against soft honeyed skin, the way the fabric sits snug over her legs. Damon was sure that Mia liked the feeling of the material though.