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*THE NEXT DAY*
I knocked at Blayze's office door, awaiting his response. "Yes." Came his reply, making me push the door open and enter.
"Good morning, Mr. Colton." I said professionally.
He looked up from his phone, taking in my appearance. His eyes slowly dragged from the black half-sleeved top I was wearing with ruffles on the shoulders to my pale pink pencil skirt, down till my black strappy heels.
When he was done checking me out, his eyes once again rested on my face, his face devoid of any emotion. "I'm surprised you actually made it on time." He commented dryly, before moving his gaze back to his phone.
"I was stuck in traffic yesterday." I told.
"Tell them to have the conference room ready." He affirmed, ignoring what I said.
"I already did. They're setting everything up," I said, moving forwards toward his giant desk. "I emailed you the graphs you asked for."
"I know, I saw. Keep your notepad with you and takes notes during my presentation." He instructed.
"Okay." I replied.
"Are you forgetting something, Miss Woods?" He asked, finally putting his phone down and now looking at me with his usual piercing cold stare.
I scrunched my eyebrows together in confusion.
"My coffee." He deadpanned, his eyes boring holes into my skull.
Shit!
"I'm so sorry. I'll get it immediately!" I gushed, hurriedly turning around only to trip over air and land on the hard, wooden floor.
Great. Not embarrassing at all.
Before I could help myself up, I noticed Blayze was now standing in front of me, his giant frame towering over my body as he gazed down at me as if I was the biggest disappointment to ever exist.
My body seemed to freeze on spot. For an instant, I tried helping myself up, only to land back down, on my hips this time, thanks to my heels. I winced at the impact on my hipbone.
Can this get any worse?
To my surprise, Blayze offered me his big hand. I stared at it for a couple moments, before taking it.
A gasp escaped my lips as he let go of my hand mid-way, causing me to fall to the floor once again. My mouth gaped open as pain shot through my hipbone up to my back. Blayze just impassively stared down at me, uttering a nonchalant "oops."
I propped my legs up, pushing myself off the floor, this time succeeding in getting myself onto my feet. "What can you expect from an awful guy like me?" His voice was mocking, his eyes holding humour and contempt at the same time.
"You're right about that." I glared at him with detest.
"Now you know how cranky I get when I don't have my morning coffee on time." He gestured me to the door with his head.
"You really are the devil." I hissed.
"Tell me something I don't know." He said nonchalantly.
I turned to leave immediately. As I walked to the coffee machine, thoughts of quitting the job circled around my mind. I took a deep breath, deciding to endure it. It would be for two months after all.
I carried the cup of espresso back to the cold man's office and placed it on his desk with intended force. He eyed the cup before eyeing me coldly. "Pick that up and place it back nicely." He commanded rather calmly.
"Nicely?" I asked, glowering at him.
"Nicely." He drawled, giving me a threatening look.
I picked it up, forcing a fake smile and placing the cup nicely this time. "Better, your highness?" I asked with fake sweetness.
He glared at me and raised the cup to his lips. Taking a sip, he put it back on the table and pushed it towards me. "It's cold. Get me a new one."
I scowled at him. "It's hot."
"Not as hot as I like it. Get. Me. A. New. One."
I huffed, forcefully grabbing the cup and storming out of the room to get the dickhead a new coffee. Soon, I returned with a brand new cup of coffee. After placing it nicely on his desk, I awaited his reaction.
I hope you burn your tongue, you ugly monster.
He isn't ugly though.
His heart is. If he even has one.
I had done some research on the internet about this cold-faced jerk. Everybody praised his extraordinary looks and wisdom. But his accomplishments, looks and status weren't the only things he was popular for. He was well-known for being the classic play-boy. Always spotted with a new woman. The man did the dirty with just about any woman, including his employees, the thought of which made me want to gag. I wondered if he held the same opinion of me. That he could easily get me in his bed anytime he wished.
If he thinks so, I'm going to punch his face black and blue.
"If you're done daydreaming, let's head to the conference room." Blayze's angry voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
I glanced at his cup and found it empty. "Okay." I said.
He walked in front of me with one hand shoved into his pants' pocket, and I followed suit. In the conference room, he sat at the head chair and I took my seat near him. After professionally greeting everyone and sharing a few words, he stood up, grabbing a remote in his hand and turning the projector on to begin his presentation.
I opened my notebook to take notes, listening attentively to him. Now that he was standing before me, I took into account how immaculately he was dressed in a navy blue tailored suit that fit him perfectly. His body language screamed confidence and power, as did his speaking skills.
As he spoke, I realised that people were right about him being intelligent. He was very eloquent and well-informed, and the presentation he had made was actually the best presentation I had ever seen.
Are you getting impressed by him?
Not him. Just his work.
An hour later, Blayze winded up his presentation and formally thanked everyone in the room before allowing them to leave. I stood up along with everybody else and watched them leave one by one.
"I took the notes." I told Blayze.
"Okay. Grab that file for me." He pointed to a file at the other end of the table with his head, before typing something on his phone. I nodded my head even though he wasn't looking at me and walked to the other end of the rectangular table.
Much to my embarrassment, I tripped over one of the chairs and landed on my hands and knees with my butt up in the air. I stayed in the position, blinking in shock. A pair of feet stopped right next to me. I glanced up to see Blayze staring down at me.
My cheeks heated up when I realised the awkward position I was in. Hurriedly, I pushed myself back onto my feet, grabbing the edge of the table for support as I stumbled slightly.
Blayze continued staring at me with an expressionless face, before extending his hand forward, making me press my back to the table, thinking he was going to touch me. But his hand reached for something behind me.
The file that he had asked me for.
As he flipped it open, he spoke, "are your legs always defected or is it just today?"
I looked at him angrily. Ignoring his stupid remark, I said, "anything else you'd like me to do, Mr. Colton?"
"What's next in my schedule?"
"You have a meeting in your office with Mr. William Smith in fifteen minutes." I replied. He was the CEO of Smith's Enterprises, another renowned company, but not as big as Colton Enterprises or my dad's company. And according to what I'd heard, it was nearing bankruptcy.
"Go wait for me in my office. I'll be right there." Blayze said, for once, in a normal and civil tone. I nodded my head and was just about to exit the conference room, when he called from behind, "and try to not kiss the ground again."
Looking back, I could see humour dancing in his hazel brown eyes. I bit my tongue to keep myself from talking back to him and proceeded to leave the room.