Guilty In Love ✔

CHAPTER THREE

"Now that you have confirmed the address I left is correct, can you please leave." He noticed that she was restraining herself from exploding and damn he wanted to see her explode, its been long since someone interested him this much.

"When is the coffee gonna be ready?" Greg asked nonchalantly. He saw the look she gave him and knew he had to back himself up, "you're my secretary starting from tomorrow, meaning you will also need to prepare my coffee, so I need to taste it now to know if you still stand the job."

"Huhhh making coffee...but that wasn't part of my job."

"Your job as my secretary is to do whatever job I leave to you, and one of it is preparing my coffee," he said with a smirk.

"Do you confirm every of your secretary houses and taste their coffee before hiring them?"

"For all I can remember you're my first secretary."

"Oh typical," Miss Wells said and walked briskly to a small kitchen at the right side of the room. Greg watched her as she left until she entered into the kitchen. After minutes of waiting for her he decided he might just look around. He stood up and walked to a corner of the room that was decorated with pictures. He inspected some of the pictures on the floral themed wall, most of it was of her and the Brunette, in sports cloth and different attire, and in several other dresses, and they were both so gorgeous. A few moments later she came in and handed a mug to him without saying a word, his hand grazed hers for a second making him flinch at the spark of electricity that shot through him. There was a permanent scowl on her face and come to think of it he had never seen her smile, but that shouldn't be an issue since he was just meeting her today.

"You guys must have being heartbreakers back at school," he said admitting that the two pair were definitely beautiful. He saw a Little blush creep towards her cheeks; he smiled, glad he was capable of making her blush.

He tasted his coffee and spat it out immediately, "what the fuck is this?" This was officially the worst coffee he ever tasted. The taste was foreign and strange on his tongue, it was still coffee but not his type of coffee. "What gave you the impression that I like my coffee black?"

"I just thought that would be your preference," she said. He heard her voice tremble a bit. The look on her face was that of fear and he felt really stupid for yelling, he didn't like the look of fear on her face, it reminded him so much of that night. Fear was the exact look he saw in that girls eyes at first, seeing it in Ashley Wells eyes, made it seem as though he was seeing the same person, but he knew better.

"I hate black coffee, understood," He said quietly. He gave the mug to her. She took it with shaky hands and looked up at him, and that was when he realized how short she was. He didn't notice that before, but with her looking up at him he couldn't help but notice.

"OK sir." she said looking him square in the eyes, "so what type of coffee do you prefer?"

"That's what you should have asked before going ahead and making black coffee. Cafe latte nothing else but that." He saw her face fill up with disbelief, "what? Is it weird that I like that?"

"No, it's just...it's the first time I'll see a guy that likes cafe latte, it's rare, especially a guy like you."

"What's wrong with a guy like me liking cafe latte?" he asked pointedly, this got her bursting into laughter. He smiled as he saw her laughing, it was so real no faking there, "huh huh." He coughed to get back her attention.

"I'll never forget your love for café latte Mr Marshall."

"Feel free to call me Greg," he said. He knew he had to get use to the whole 'Mr Marshall' shit, and he was already kinda used to it, but he hated it when she says it. It felt so brutal.

"I'm sorry but I can't do that, you're my boss," she said lightly.

"Well do what suits you, but I'll call you Ashley, if you don't mind, or do you?" he said.

"No sir."

"Okay, bye Ashley." He said, loving the way her name rolled off his lips.

"Good night Mr Marshall."

Stepping out of her apartment he couldn't help but question his sanity.

Why the heck had he come to her house?

He kinda felt a little stupid but a little happy. He wanted to see her and he had seen her, so.

Chapter three guys, thanks so much for reading, if you enjoyed it make sure to click on that star.
Love : Mary Aden