"I'll call a little later again. For now, try to find a possible candidate for your assistant." Before I can remark, he drops the call.
I proceed inside the room where I ask my fresh clothes to be kept for today. A blonde woman intentionally spills coffee on me on my way to the office. That tactic happens before, and it leads up to a quick ending. Fortunately for her, I don't repeat things twice.
I am changing to my new clothes when a gentle knock comes to my door. I stop what I'm doing, intentionally waiting for the person to come in. I'm up for a game right now.
A soft shriek of surprise catches me off guard. A smaller, round woman covers her eyes as if seeing an incredible sight.
My eyes zero in on her, recognizing her without my brain processing it fully.
Her natural beauty stands out from the rest, that's why I recognize her instantly. Unlike the women in this company, she looks raw. I will not say exotic, but there's something about her that draws me to her. She has the right curves in the right places, her slim waist dipping to full hips leading to her legs. She's not a long-legged babe, no, but she's a full curve woman a man likes to explore and more.
Those wild curls will look beautiful fans out in my bed as those soft pink lips form a big O. All blood rushes down to my southern region, muddling my mind.
If only she knows what I am thinking of doing to her right now, she will surely beat me to a bloody pulp. Jocelyn seems to be the kind of woman who put her dignity first before status, something that is very rare these days.
I quickly button up my clothes realizing that I am making her uncomfortable.
I do not mean to scare her off, I'll take the longest road if that's what it takes to earn her trust, but I sure won't force myself to her.
Practically making a run for my seat like a college boy with a raging hard on, I sit on my chair hiding my erection.
"You can look now, Jocelyn."
I want to get lost in those emerald eyes.
*
I cannot believe that Luke Hemmington is the son of Dawson Hemmington. Later after I come home and process the idea of being his assistant, I look him up on Google. There are a lot of rumours going on about him; newsflash always has his face either with blond babe beside him or his name is attached to some scandal.
But there's this one article that catches my attention. It reads: Dawson Hemmington, CEO of Hemmington corporation is allegedly thinking of passing down the business to a family friend’s son.
"Why is that? He's the CEO of Hemmington to present..." I mumble to myself.
The more I read about him the more I think harder on my choice of decision. I'm not given time to think about my answer, and now, I am officially working for him starting tomorrow.
Truth be told, offering fifty thousand salaries for my first month throw me off my chair. Try as I do I won't be able to earn that much money within a month let alone a year. Just last month, I am thinking to work for Gengy's diner, and now I'm a part of something big in this industry. If my auntie hears the news, she won't believe me unless I show her the proof. And so, without much thought, I sign the contract which might as well sign my death certificate.
I slump on my chair, wanting to back out. How I don't know...
All I know is I'm to start tomorrow.
His words flash back on my mind. Are you ready to be my assistant?
No wonder he asks that question. He might've assumed that I've heard or know about his womanizing reputation or the fact that he changes women every day like he changes clothes every day.
"What did I get myself into?" I groan.
Chapter Three
While waiting patiently, I busy myself by running through my head a possible question and answer later.
Lorina keeps checking on me, reassuring me that Mr. Hemmington will be here in a bit.
She looks at the time, frowning at it. “He’s not always this late.” She says, more to herself than to me.
I assure that I can patiently wait which I’m really good if I do say so myself. “In fact, I’m quite glad he’s running late because I’m five minutes late myself.” I smile sheepishly making her laugh softly.
“Oh dear. The kids this day, eh?”