A Blaze In My Heart

4. "This is your hell and I'm the devil."

(989 words)

Blayze gaped at me as I awkwardly gawked back, mentally wishing the ground would open up and swallow me. I had this not so good habit of blurting things and being painfully blunt.

A frown formed on his- I hate to admit- beautifully sculpted face and it seemed a vein might pop in his forehead.

If only he had a heart as beautiful as his face. I almost scoffed at the preposterous idea.

"Miss Woods, I recall enlightening you before too, that we don't cater wanna-be comedians here." He drawled the latter part of his sentence, his voice low and menacing.

I gulped nervously. "Mr. Colton, I—"

"Get lost." He said firmly, yet a little too calmly for someone who looked like he was ready to kill.

"Am I fired?" I inquired as calmly as I could.

He walked around my desk and I cautiously watched his movements. Once I realised that he had stopped too close to me for my liking, I took a couple steps back. That only made him step forward, and me step backwards again, until my back hit the wall.

Damn it.

He stood in my personal space, his tall, 6 feet body towering over my 5'4 frame, close enough for his minty breath to gently fan my face. I suddenly felt too warm all over, too giddy, and my palms were beginning to sweat. It seemed paradoxical that a guy could elicit such effects in me.

He brought his face closer to mine, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest to the point where I feared it might jump out of my ribcage.

"I would love to fire you in an instant," his voice was almost a whisper. "But working with me will be a bigger punishment for you," he continued, pausing to intently study my face. "Only then will you learn that I'm worse than you think." Then he stepped back swiftly, causing relief to sweep over me, but my discomfort returned, my body stiffening as his face moved toward me again, too close, to the point where our breaths mixed with each other and his lips ghosted over my earlobe.

His warm breath over my earlobe made my knees feel weak. I had absolutely no idea why I was feeling that way. Never had I been affected by a guy like that. Never had someone intimidated me so much.

"This is your hell and I'm the devil." He muttered coldly in my ear, making my heart palpitations worse than before. Had someone else uttered those words, I would have scoffed or laughed, then rolled my eyes. But with the daunting, cold man in front of me, it was different.

Stepping back, he shot me one last harsh look before giving his back to me.

"Book me a table at Sapphire Oriental for 3:00 pm for two." He barked before storming out.

———

I sat at my desk, writing down Blayze's schedule for the next day with the help of Mia. It was then 3:30 pm and I didn't have much work to do. Mia said I could leave in an hour as she had taken care of most of Blayze's schedule for the day.

Now that I had written Blayze's schedule down, I worked on another file that had been handed to me by Mia. My phone rang as my fingers typed on the keyboard.

It was mom.

"Hey, mom." I attended the call immediately.

"Hi, baby. How are you? Is everything okay?"

Yep, Blayze is wonderful. And he totally didn't threaten me earlier.

"I'm great, mom. Of course everything's okay." I replied.

"Are you sure? That Blayze guy isn't giving you a hard time, is he?"

"Nope, mom. Not at all," I lied. "I don't have much work as it's my first day. I'll be home soon."

"That's great. I'm at the clinic. Tell the cook whatever you want to eat before you leave, so that it's ready by the time you're home." She instructed.

"Okay, mom. Don't worry about me at all. You have a good day."

"You too, sweetheart. Love you."

"Love you too, mom." I smiled before hanging up. As I placed my phone back on my desk, the door opened and a blonde-haired girl stuck her head inside.

She scrutinised me for a minute, without saying a word. I raised both my eyebrows questioningly at the unknown blonde. She pushed the door open further, enough to allow her slender frame to slip in with ease.

She was wearing a short white dress with no sleeves and black high heels. "Are you Mr. Colton's new assistant?" She asked, almost scornfully.

I frowned at her. "Yes. And you are?"

"Natasha. I work in the designs department." She flashed me a fake smile.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" I asked, trying to hide my annoyance.

"Where's Mr. Colton? I need to see him." She affirmed.

"He's not here. He had lunch with an investor." I responded.

"Do you know what time he'll be back?"

"No."

She stayed quiet before smirking at me out of the blue. I cocked an eyebrow at her.

"What did Mr. Colton see in you that he decided to hire you?"

"What do you mean?" I inquired, subconsciously glaring at her.

She laughed. "You might be the first assistant he would not be interested in sleeping with."

"Excuse me?!" I exclaimed, taken aback. What the hell is she on about?! "I am here to work, not to get into his pants." I deadpanned, standing up and shooting daggers at her with my eyes, once I had recovered from the shock of her statement.

She snickered. "As if he'd want you in his pants." Scoffing, she looked me up and down before spinning on her heels to leave.

"That's wonderful actually," I said through gritted teeth. "Because I don't hold the same mentality as women like you."