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"He gave you his suit jacket?" Lynn asks, shifting closer to me and I nod.
"He also lowered the seat for you?" Alesia continue and I nod.
"He put on the heat for you?"
"He also waited until you were awake before he let you come in?"
"That means he doesn't want to disturb you!" Alesia and Lynn both squeal, kicking their feet in the air.
"Stop being delusional." I warn them playfully, arranging the cups on the blankets.
"That's the bare minimum." Silas yells from the kitchen and Alesia rolls her eyes.
As usual. Our weekly sleepover. But tonight, Silas is the one cooking and I was the one going to arrange plates.
Warning and scaring my kids definitely made them fall asleep faster than they usually would. It is currently 1:03am and I wasn't feeling sleepy at all. Maybe because both Alesia and Lynn made it their upmost goal to question me about Grey.
Well, to be honest I was shocked to wake up seeing Grey go through some papers while I was laying on the chair with his suit jacket over my body. He said and I quote 'You were sound asleep and I didn't want to disturb you by waking you up.'
Come on, whose heart wouldn't flutter at that?
"Don't mind them Belle," Silas says, approaching us with the pot. "He needs to do more. I mean, he can be better."
I nod aggressively and Lynn crosses her arms over her chest, arching a brow at Silas who raised both hands in surrender.
"Come on," Alesia starts, pouring wine in her cup. "He's kind, hauuuuundsome not to mention he's also rich. He's basically the complete package."
"Of course!" Lynn exclaims while Silas places her plate in front of her.
These two are so oblivious of each other's feelings.
"Calm your asses down," I flop on the soft blanket, stretching forth my hands and legs. "We've had little to none interaction, most of the communication we make is about work. We don't like each other."
"Mhmm. Keep telling yourself that." Alesia states, sipping her wine while looking at me through her cup.
I roll my eyes, sitting up when Silas placed my plate in front of me.
"Don't get me started on how professional he is," I rant, digging into my plate rather aggressively. "He never smiles, never does anything fun, never even smiles with me."
Alesia and Lynn both share a glance before Lynn speaks up. "You know you said he never smiles twice right?"
"Oh please," I roll my eyes. "He doesn't even interact with me that much.
The screen of my phone lit up but I turn the screen face down.
I place a finger under my nose, pushing out my chest in a buff manner to imitate Grey's actions.
"'Miss Alvarez, what's the schedule for today? Miss Alvarez, I specifically said I prefer tea not coffee. Miss Alvarez, why do you keep laughing about everything? Life isn't that chill.'"
All of them burst out laughing and I couldn't help but laugh along with them.
"But imagine that with an Italian accent." I shiver, the sound of his voice playing through my head.
My phone dings again and I pick it up, ready to curse out whoever was disturbing at this hour.
My eyes scan the messages and I couldn't help but scoff.
"Talk of the devil."
They must have seen my mood change because Alesia scoots closer to peep through my phone.
"Miss Alvarez, we have an emergency meeting tomorrow. I know it's your day off but I'd like for you to be present in the office. Don't worry, I'd pay for any inconveniences." she reads out the content before she looked at Lynn screaming.
"Oh my God," they clasp their hands together, looking up dreamily. "he can't stay away from you for just a day!"
I facepalm, falling down on the blanket while my so called friends laugh at my torture.
"Sir," I call out, looking through the reminders I set up while walking fast to match his pace. "There's a scheduled meeting by 2pm at the Santiago lounge with Mc-."
He suddenly halts, making me come face first on his back before I stagger backwards.
"Sorry about that," he turns around, putting his hands in his pocket. "But I'd have the meeting else where, anywhere but Santiago lounge."
"Sir," I lean on one hip, looking at him sternly. "It's just for thirty minutes, you know how this clients are."
He rolls his eyes before turning around, continuing his walk. I continue to tell him about the schedules and plans and he halts. Again. And I hit my face on his back. Again.
"Can't you give me a heads-up whenever you want to stop walking?" I snap at him and I might've imagined it but I see the corners of his lips tug up for a second.
"Why are you so small then?" He turns around again, leaving me standing there with my mouth open.
"I am not small mister, you're the giant here. Everything about you is just so big."
We both halt. And I go over my words, knowing fully well there was another contact for them.
"You can't say that when you haven't seen all of me." he replies blandly, then he continues walking like he didn't say anything.
Like he didn't just flirt with me.
"Annabelle fix your braid."
"What why?" I ask the back of his head, switching my phone to camera.
"It's...either 11am or 12pm."
I frown, seeing that he's close, it's 11:56am.
"How'd you know?"
"That's the only time of the day I've got figured out," he drawls out opening the door, turning a bit to look at me. "because you'd have ran your finger through the braid alot." And he closed the door while I stared at the locked door completely dumbfounded.
"Hey!"
When I agreed to be Grey's secretary, I wasn't expecting to be poured a cup of water all over my body. And I sure wasn't expecting a middle aged woman to be yelling in my face because she thought I was having an affair with her husband.
I was sitting with David, the client we needed to close a deal with while Grey paid the bills when an angry woman stomps over to where we were sitting, starts ranting and yelling at me then poured water all over my body.
"Angela what the hell are you doing?" David yells at her, pulling his wife away from me.
"This bitch is trying to steal you from me!" she yells, charging at me before her husband pulled her back again.
You know that thing they say about people freezing in certain situations? yes, now I know how it feels. I couldn't move, I just sat there staring into nothing with my clothes glued to my body completely wet.
"What's going on here?" Grey asks, standing few feet away from me and I just blinked away the water from my eyes.
"Mr Blackwell, I'm so sorry about this. My w-"
"What are you doing?" he asks icily to the woman and if I didn't know him, I'd be scared of his calm but dangerous voice.
"This girl," she wag her finger in my face and I blink again. "She's trying to steal my man."
Grey doesn't reply, he just takes off his brown suit jacket and placed it on my body. "Do you know this is a business meeting?"
The woman looks at Grey then to her husband then back to Grey.
"You're Grey Blackwell?" she asks shakily, her face going white.
When he doesn't reply, she gasps turning to face her husband. "You weren't lying to me when you said you had a meeting...?"
Her husband grabbed her hand tiredly before nodding.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I never knew- I didn't think it through."
I stand up, smiling to David before giving Grey back his jacket. He pushes it back into my hands, inclining his head to my chest and I wanted the ground to swallow me whole when I saw what he was showing me.
My off-white shirt was wet and transparent. Completely see through, outlining my pink lace bra.
Fuck me.
I snatch the jacket back from Grey, wrapping it around my body immediately.
"I hope you know the reason if I say I'm not interested in this contract anymore." With those last words, he guides me outside to his car.
"Mr Blackwell," I stop in front of his car, the gentle breeze making me feel more cold. "you can just let it go, I'm completely fine. Don't compromise an important component of your business for me."
"Get in." he didn't raise his voice-not like he ever has-but I still heard it loud and clear. It was firm yet gentle and I couldn't bring myself to refuse him.
I got in the car, watching him walk around the car to get into the driver's side.
He hands me a black card and I stare at it blankly.
"...and what's that for?" I drag my question out, taking the card from his hand.
"Our date," he says blankly, pulling out of the lot. "We have a date tomorrow."
What? "What?"
"Oh don't worry, we both have a function to attend."
"Oh." This man sure have a way of making me speechless.
"Look pretty for me."
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