Devoured

When She Comes She Arrives

Ivy fidgeted in her heels, her silver blonde hair pulled into a chignon by her neck. Her beautiful porcelain skin perfected with little makeup. Her lips a soft glossy nude pink and her thick black eyelashes making her almond shaped green eyes stand out. Her slender waist and pear shaped body fitting snuggly in the black skirt, her white long sleeve blouse conservatively covering her but still accentuating her body.
She was extremely nervous. She had her resume and prayed all her speech and business classes would help her nerves from coming out and getting the best of her. She stared at the elevator doors and each floor lit up. She patiently waited to reach the 45th floor. Her mind replaying the night before with her best friend Halle.

"Ivy, why the hell would you wear this on your first day. It's frumpy it looks like you're going to work a shift at the funeral home not to an interview with People's Sexiest Bachelor of the Year. You know what he looks like right? You know you're going to be working for a literal Greek God. This is out," Halle tossed the modest grey dress Ivy wore to her graduation.

Ivy sighed. She didn't know what to wear, she had nothing to wear. She was overwhelmed and nervous and sheepishly stayed up until 1 am googling Maverick Lucas. Feeling insecure by all the beautiful women he surrounded himself with, she wondered if he knew she wasn't like these women.

Damn it Ivy, you're going to be working for him! This isn't a cliche or taboo, you cannot think these things regarding your soon to be boss!

"Ivy! What about this!" Halle excitedly pulled out a tight, matte, black, leather pencil skirt, it was cut right above the knees and high waisted.

"Halle I wore that for the one time you convinced me to go out clubbing with you, that is way too sexy." Halle rolled her eyes and keep shifting through Ivy's closet, Halle made an excited face and pulled out the silk, long sleeve white blouse Ivy's mother bought for her 23rd birthday. She pulled out 5 inch black heels that Ivy bought and never wore.

"There! Sexy and sophisticated wear those rose gold earring with it and your rose gold necklace. You literally have nothing else Ivy, god I need to take you shopping, you're 23 not 40."

The elevator dinged. The doors opened revealing the beautiful office of Lucas Energy LLS. The floors a white and grey marble, the reception desk a beautiful white granite with a grey stone wall to Ivy's surprise the wall was a waterfall that cascaded down the stones bringing a peaceful sound of water to the atmosphere. The office, the penthouse floor was encompassed by large windows on every side. The reception area had large leather white couches and a beautiful glass and marble coffee table. Gold accents decorated in the entire room. The receptionist a beautiful brunette gazed over the desk at her. She looked as if she belonged in a Vogue magazine.

"Mr. Lucas has been waiting for you, I'll tell him you arrived just give me a moment." She said, her plaque on the desk said her name was Aden Marshall. Aden was tall and tanned, hr dark hair and dark eyes giving her an exotic look.
"Yes sir, yes sir, I will send her in, you're welcome Mr. Lucas." She breathed into the phone, Ivy could hear the low deep voice on the other end. Aden hung up the phone.
"You may go in now." She motioned to the large white marble doors at the end of the hall, the handles were heavy and gold as Ivy pulled on it.

His office was a muted grey, windows on ever side, he had black privacy blinds pulled halfway down, giving the room a slight shadow. His desk was large enough for multiple people, he had two desktop monitors, a pile of paperwork and 2 phones, opposite his desk were plush grey seats. Another waterfall adjacent to the door.

His back was turned. He was talking on his cell phone. He was tall and clothed in an exquisite dark tan suit it was tailored to fit slim on his body. He turned towards her. He had on shiny black loafers, a gold expensive watch and a black dress shirt underneath a small gold chain hung underneath his slightly unbuttoned shirt.