Nora Davis Pov
This was definitely not where I had envisioned myself sitting today.
Which was in Alexander's office. Sitting right across from him to be precise.
Tired from continuously staring at my hands out of nervousness, I gaze around where I am.
I take in the modern and stylish looking office.
The walls painted a creme whitish colour while all the furniture was black or dark brown.
The chairs were oddly comfortable while I had thought they would be hard and stiff.
What I loved the most was the huge ceiling to floor length windows which almost seemed like an office cliche of sorts.
And right smack dab in the middle of his very professional looking office was his desk which turned its back towards the windows.
Tired of looking from my hands then gazing around his office, I look straight at him.
He's typing away on his laptop not even bothering to acknowledge me.
Feeling awkward I clear my throat to catch his attention but he doesn't even look up from the laptop.
Clearing my throat again, a bit more loudly this time, he finally looks up.
"Is something bothering you Nora?" he asks in the most casual tone.
Like he didn't just drag me from one floor to the next and then make me sit in complete silence in his office for a whole thirty minutes without saying anything.
Mentally rolling my eyes at him I answer back.
"Why am I here?"
"You really are dense aren't you Nora? And here I had high expectations from you," he says mockingly.
Grinding my teeth but not snapping at him, I ask him once again.
"You said I was to be your personal assistant or secretary. What does that entail exactly?"
"It entails exactly what I want it to. Which is you doing whatever I ask of you."
"I'm not going to have sex with you" I blurt out almost instantaneously.
Did I just say that?
I wanted to smack myself silly after I realized I had actually done so.
To my surprise I was greeted by laughter, which I found oddly relaxing even though it was directed at me.
The mirth was clearly visible in his brown eyes as he looked back at me.
Alexander briskly gets up from his seat and starts pacing around casually before he ends up right behind my chair.
I stiffen up in my seat, my heart racing a mile a minute.
He places both hands on my shoulders as he leans into me. His warmth radiating off of him and onto me.
I can feel his lips touch the shell of my ear, and his minty breath fan my face as he leans in impeccably further
"No I will not be having sex with you Nora."
My stomach does a flip and knots up. I clench my hands into fists as his lips go from my ear to neck.
"That is unless you want me too."
My mouth forming no words I just shake my head almost making my neck snap off by the fast movement
A laugh can be heard behind me as he turns to face me instead, leaning against the desk.
"Oh Nora, you're so innocent. But you do know what they say about the innocent ones?"
I shake my head once more, sitting stiff in my seats. "That they are the kinkiest"
Oh lord save me.
I was scared.
Not of him though but more of his words and how they weirdly intrigued me.
And never have I been intrigued by something or someone for that matter.
Laughing to himself once more, he opens his mouth to say say something else but gets cut off by a knocking on the door.
A woman's head pops through the small opening in the door before she enters fully.
The woman is in her mid fifties I'm guessing. With her graying hair rolled up in a bun and wrinkles lining her face especially her eyes and mouth which showed she smiles a lot.
As if to prove me right she smiles down at me before looking over at Alexander and announcing that he has a meeting in ten minutes.
The playful and alluring facade was gone and instead the serious businessman took over.
Looking down at me, he tells me to grab a pen and notepad along with some files.
Standing up I look over at his desk which is bare of all things except his laptop.
Rolling his eyes at me, he goes over to the other side and bends down, rummaging through something.
Alexander hands me over all the things and starts to head over to the door.
"Um what should I be doing exactly," I ask him since he still hasn't told me just exactly what my job is going to consist of.
He stops short at the door and looks back at me, "Just follow me, write down everything I say in the meeting, and don't talk unless I say so."
"Well aren't you charming," I mutter lowly under my breath but unfortunately for me he hears.
Alexander just smirks back at me before he strides down the hallway without waiting for me.
Why does he always do that?
I quickly rush after him, just in time making it to the elevator.
Scowling at him as he casually leans against the back wall of the elevator. He didn't even wait for me.
Standing beside him I groan inwardly.
Today is going to be a long day.
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Back at my old job the only thing I did, day in and day out, was go through files.
To say my old boss was a dick, was a pretty huge understatement.
From working over hours, to reducing my lunch times, to making me try to do things that were pretty much against the law of not only the government but also of morals and ethics.
There was also that other thing, but my entire being always shied away from that topic, it was an almost reflex action.
An action I am grateful for.
People told me that I had nothing to be embarrassed about, that it was completely my bosses fault.
But the thing is, I couldn't help but feel that it was my fault. Maybe it had been him, my former boss to be exact, that drilled the thought into my head.
Or maybe it was just my way of thinking or something that made me believe I was responsible for the things that happened.
As usual, whenever my brain went in that direction, I snap back to what I am doing.
Refusing to go back to my thoughts.
It is a comfort I am incredibly thankful for and am lucky to have.
Putting my mind back to the present, I continue to stare blankly at a talking Alexander.
I am sitting in one of the many conference rooms that reside in the huge building.
The plain dull coloured walls do nothing to help me stay awake but straining with all the will I have, I mange to keep my eyes open.
All day I've been running around with Mr. Alexander. From one conference room to the next.
Repeating the same process.
Smiling at everyone politely, handing out identical files in front of every person on the long tables, that usually contain more than ten people, taking a seat right at
the back of the room, watching Alexander talk, writing every single word that comes out of his mouth, and then ali the questions and statements that leave the other
members mouth.
I know for a fact my poor hand will be cramped from writing for so long.
This has to have been the tenth conference or so and I find myself admiring the man that is talking.
The energy that Alexander James seems to posses.
No matter what I may say, or think of the guy, I know one thing that is a fact.
He loves doing what he does, and he sure excels at it. Even from his serious and no emotion facade, you can tell how strong he feels about his business and
everything that revolves around it.
I could tell all of this just by being around him for a whole day.
That's basically what I've been doing for this past hour. For this specific conference Alexander had told me that I didn't have to write anything down and I am incredibly grateful for that.
So I did what any sane person would do in my position.
I stared at him.
Like a perv.
I mean can you blame me?
That man is like the perfect specimen.
He's the type of guy that you could just stare at all day. The type of guy that if you saw him in public, you'd nudge your friends and not so discreetly point at and
then gush all over him.
As much as it pains me to say, he was some girls dream man.
Incredibly handsome, loaded with money, he's smarts, incredibly successful, and all that jazz.
For me, he was a bit too cocky and arrogant and big headed and had an ego the size of Mt. Everest.
I'm pretty sure most of those words meant the same thing but I mean I had to get my point across.
Good looks just didn't cut it for me. Personality was key.
But hey, I'm not judging anyone just because I wasn't the gold digger type.
To each his or well her own.
Yup, that's my life motto right there.
Looking at him once more I take note.
The way he captures every single persons attention.
He talks and answers questions and asks some of his own from the other people in the room.
The others dare not look away from him, not only because they are scared of him but also because of the
respect they hold for the man.
The man who is only twenty six years old.
I did some research on him, more like stalked him on the internet but that's beside the point.
After that embarrassing event that took place, which basically resulted in my unfortunate job replacement from Mr. Stevens to working with the devil himself, I went home and started googling him.
Tread all about how he graduated early from university, at the top of his class in business and what not.
As soon as he graduated from university his next stop was to rent a small building in which he started to build the base of his business and gradually turned it into a fully grown empire with chains across the whole world.
Then I went into his personal life.
According to the various net working sights, he hadn't had any one specific girlfriend.
At nearly every single event he went to, whether it was a fund raiser or some fancy business dinner, there was always a different woman on his arm.
From famous models to actresses and all that jazz.
Each and every single one of them more beautiful than the next.
I am taken out of my thoughts when someone utters my name, or more specifically Alexander does.
"Nora my assistant here, will you hand them all some files which you will need to read and in a few days or so we will regroup and discuss everything again and make some changes here and there".
With that, I get up and start to hand everyone the small files that I had lying beside me.
Me being incredibly clumsy I drop one of the files on the ground and bend down to get it, being careful not to flash anyone.
As I stand up and place the file back in front of the person whom is in his late fifties and is staring up at me with a creepy smile on his face.
Looking up in confusion I see Alexander clenching his jaw so tight I'm surprised it doesn't hurt.
"The meeting is over, get out everyone" snaps an angry Alexander.
Well that was blunt.
Everyone rushes out of the room so fast that one of them almost trips.
Before rushing out of the room, the old guy turns back to me and winks while I just continue to stand there looking incredibly confused.
Turning to look back at Alexander, I see him striding towards me, fast.
Stepping back I only manage to take one step back as I am cornered in between the table and a fast approaching Alexander.
He stand right in front of me, getting into my personal space.
Shoving his face close to mine, I tilt my head back.
Leaning into me once more, he brings his lips close to my cheek, so close I can feel the slight stubble on his jaw tickle my cheek.
I gulp as my heart starts to hammer in my chest at an increasing pace.
"I would prefer you to not bend down in front of my employees like that and show your a$$ off to them".
My mouth falls open as I try and lean my head back further but stop as he places one hand on my waist, squeezing tight, and the other around the back of my neck, preventing me from moving any further.
"Ton the other hand am a completely different story. You can bend over for me any day baby".
As he says that he lets me go and gives me a once over look. My face is blazing red and I am sure he can see it too. My jaw drops down so low, it's probably touching the carpeted floor.
Quickly snapping it shut I open my mouth to say something but he beats me to it.
"It's getting late, you should head home now".