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His touch; A burning sensation. I can still feel it, he caressed your cheek, I can still feel the trail his thumb made across my cheek, once, twice, fifteen thousand times my heart beats out of my chest. The thought of him makes me feel like a teenager skipping class. Rebellious. A label you're not afraid to go by, he's that new guy that's not afraid to break the rules. He goes with out a name nor face, just his touch is known. It bugs you, You've heard his voice, deep and rugged.
MEEP MEEP MEEP My alarm wakes me, you groan "What the Hell," You roll over and look at your alarm.. 5:45 you get dressed in the usual, Short grey dress tight fitted, the tight white tucked in button up shirt is a bit revealing.. you look at your reflection and cover your flaws until you are fine with your appearance.
You walk out of your room, into the hall, past the bathroom, kitchen, and living room, now the door, you open the door, your boss has retired, the thing that bugs you isn't that he has retired, its that you don't have a clue whom it is.. your mind fogs of whom it could be.
Once again that wretched alarm clock gets you again, you open the door, and lightly close it, you strut to you red 1969 Ford Mustang Convertible.
As I Drive through the crazy streets of New York, I smile at strangers walking down the street. As I arrive at the office, I take a deep breath, checking my appearance in the car mirror, hoping to impress the New Boss.. I open the car door, grab my key, carry myself out of the car, and i shut the door, entering the building that i've gladly been at for almost 3yrs, I walk to the elevator, trying to get there before the door closes, seeing a hand, keeping the doors from closing put a smile on my face, i walk in and thank the one whom held it open. "Thanks Hiddles!" i say smiling at him, "Yeah, Yeah, You're welcome Kat" he says handing me something, "I've got your coffee."
"Thank you!" I say, while going to grab the cup.. "DON'T TOU-" Hiddles warning is too late, you grab the cup and not the cup holder, "FFffffffffffffff---" you say in a loud tone in struggle of keeping the pain to a minimum, slowing down my words "rack?" you say with a cheeky smile.
"She's a Keeper.." i hear someone jokingly say behind me.
That voice.. Rugged yet soft, mind blowing. You turn around, examining the god that has just spoke to you, first the shoes, Regular work shoes, shiney, Black, and Heeled. Pants, Black dress pants. Shirt, white under shirt, black tie and a black over coat.
This man, he's beautiful,stubble, dark chocolate brown eyes, and perfectly messed up hair. "He-Hello, i'm Katrina, call me Kat..." I say stumbling over my words, "Hello, Kat, I'm the new boss here, My name is Robert Downey Jr. You can call me Rob." he says in a voice that makes you feel special. "well Hello Rob" you say putting out your hand for a handshake, he accepts and shakes your hand, his hands are big.. my hands tingle, you smile.
"I have a Question for you Kat, Could you show me around?" he asks.. "Most definitely" and with that the elevator doors open and a ping is heard.
You Walk out of the elevator "Hey Hiddles, I'll be back, Could you put my coffee on my desk? Please and Thank You..."
"Yep, You're welcome.." He sounded tired, annoyed.. Jealous...
As you show him around, memories.. memories come back.. something about him gets me, his touch, familiar, wonderful, so delightful, amazing as you sit down, He starts talking to you about stock markets and business, you drift off,a light beams on to him as he looks at you, he looks back at the employee, you see 'Hiddles' he looks so out of him, different aura steams off of him ,confused you look away and run you hands through your hair and continue listening, fiddling with the pen you found in the lift when you met Mr.Jr.. :)
You Feel eyes on the back of your head, you use the big ass unnecessary mirror that the 'Lounge' has, to your advantage, you lead your eyes to the mirror, your head still tilted slightly down at 'your' pen.
You see Ron, Short for Veronica, the bitch of the office, you know that girl that everyone says is so nice but is morally an ass to everyone behind their back besides you, that her, shes a plain ass to you, she stares at you with envy and anger, you turn your head around and give her a sweet smile then flip her off. Her mouth drops as she didn't expect that from someone whom is sitting next the amazingly hot boss who has become very fond of you.
"Kat?" He lays his hand on your knee to get your attention, you swiftly turn your head to his.
You gasp, for hes moved closer, you can tell from his deviant smile he doesn't like Ron, His smile makes you weak, his hand moves closer to your thigh and has more of a grip, his face moves closer as well, if only you moved a bit closer, you lips.. they'd mesh, you can feel his breath, it smells of morning coffee and cigar.
You lick your bottom lip, and bite it, he turns away and starts talking about paperwork and things he doesn't like and he does like about the building and people.. You Smile.. :)
You get up, pulling your skirt down, you start walking to his office, he follows closely, you feel his hand slowly wrap around your waist, you look at him bashfully, he smiles, he finds you cute.
You daydream as the day passes, at last.. time to leave,
You spent all day with him.
You loved it.
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I'm Horrible at updating.
