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I’m so late!

I ran into the Devin & Son building at nine thirty five, breathing like I ran a marathon. (I practically did.) This morning the raining was so hard Taxi's were having trouble seeing me wave them down. I freaked out and ran half a block to the building in high heels. Let me tell you, which should be a national sport. Do you know how many people are on the streets at nine thirty in the morning? A whole lot of people, it was basically an obstacle course, with rain.

Ignoring my fear of the Elevator I pressed the top floor about twenty times. But of course, other people had to take the elevator. I watched eight people leave on eight different floors. I’m dead, I’m fired there’s nothing else to it. My white heels continued tapping on the floor of the small teleporting room. “I’m so late!” I mumbled to myself.

The floor dinged, and the doors opened to a gorgeous face, with huge blue eyes and combed back blond hair. My eye brows rose, “H-hi Devin—“

His eyes widened, probably forgetting my name. He searched my face and pointed at me, “Faith—right?”

“Yes sir,” I confirmed with a smile. Wow he is handsome.

“Good morning, you look nice today.” He nodded his head at me, and took a step back. I stepped towards him out of the elevator. The doors closed and the elevator lowered. Devin surprisingly stepped forward and tried to push me back into the elevator, “actually maybe we should go get something to eat. David is...busy at the moment.”

I blushed, “I—I guess that would be—“

“Let’s hurry, before we interrupt,” he said hurriedly, pressing his hand lightly on my back. I noticed he continued looking behind him to make sure nobody was there.

I button for the elevator to arrive. “Oh—ok. Is something wrong?”

He turned to me and sent me a nervous grin, “No, I um…we have some clients in our business that can be…aggressive,” he explained.

“Aggressive?” I asked curiously. I don’t want to work somewhere where people are aggressive…

He shrugged, and pressed the elevator button again. “This is ridiculous,” he mumbled under his breath.

“I stared up at his flawless face, and cleared my throat, “Are we in danger?” The elevator dinged from behind me, but I stayed facing Devin. He made a face, put his hands to his hips, and turned away from the elevator.

“Well, look who it is!” a deep voice said happily. I turned around to see David, drenched in water. His white dress shirt is sticking to his muscled body, and I tried not to stare. He made a show of wringing out his tie, grinned at Devin, and glanced at me. “Can I talk to you in private, Buddy?” he said between clenched teeth.

Devin walked closer to me, and put a hand on my shoulder. “I actually can’t talk right now, Faith and I were going to—“

He chuckled deep in his throat. “Yeah, not going to happen. Faith, please follow me Sweetheart. Wait, let me just do something.” He stepped in front of me, making sure to give Devin a nice bear hug. Devin cringed at the wet body clinging to him, and let out a noise of disgust.

When David pulled back Devin’s light grey suit turned almost black from the water. He looked up from his wet suit and glared at my Boss. “That wasn’t necessary,” he hissed at David.

“Oh, it was necessary,” David replied, and patted Devin on the shoulder. I stared at them in confusion, seeing a hidden conversation between the two.

My Boss turned around to me, and locked his brown eyes on mine. “Let’s go,” he growled, and glared at Devin one last time.

Devin narrowed his eyes and returned his blue gaze to me. At first I didn’t know to do so I smiled. He smiled back understanding my confusion, “He’s just mad at me for something I did, as usual. He will come around after a few hours,” he explained, and started to walk towards the elevator. A few hours? I turned to watch him leave, and he looked over his shoulder, “I’ll see you around, Faith.”

“O-ok,” I stuttered, and got lost in his blue eyes. He stepped into the elevator and the doors closed after him.

I stared at the doors until I heard someone clear their throat. “It’s not like you’re fifteen minutes late to work, and your Boss is standing right behind you as you gawk at their business partner.”

I snapped out of my trance, and turned to David. He’s biting his lip, and has his drenched arms crossed over his wide chest. A look at reads: ‘I’m-so-mad-right-now-but-I-won’t-freak-out.” “I—I’m so sorry! I couldn’t find a tax—“

“—no excuses.” He snapped, and turned to push open the glass doors.

I followed his long strides into the office, passing an empty receptionist desk. His feet are making squishy noises as he walks. “Where’s Carol?” I asked quietly, afraid he would yell at me.

“She doesn’t work on Fridays,” he said dryly, and pushed the door open. He didn’t bother holding the door open and let it slam onto my arm.

He shook his now dark brown hair, making it splash everywhere, and pressed something on his desk. “I need to get changed, so you can look away if you want.” He walked to the other side of the office, to a set of drawers that weren’t there before and took out a dress shirt and slacks.

My eye brows rose. “You have a closet in here?” I blurted.

David took of his shoes, and then his socks. “It drops down from the ceiling. I just some extra outfits it it encase this happens.” He threw his wet socks at the window angrily.

“How did you get soaked?”

He started to un-button his shirt and looked over his shoulder at me, and gave me a weird look. “I had to run here,” he said as if it is obvious.

“Sorry, I’m just trying to make this not awkward.” I turned away as he took off his shirt, and stared at his black desk.

He didn’t respond, and grunted. “Don’t look,” he mumbled. The floor shook a little as if he jumped into his pants.

I forced myself not to look, encase he is doing something inappropriate. But I am curious. “Why?”

“Stop asking questioned!” he exclaimed, making me jump. I heard the noise of a zipper, and then him pulling the dress shirt together. He took a deep breath, “Ok now you can look.”

I turned around, to see him leaning his head against the closet. His dark red shirt is un-tucked, and he is buttoning it up quickly. “Are you ok?” I questioned, and tucked my hair behind my ear.

He ignored me, and pulled out a blue and red stripped tie out of one of the top drawers. I wouldn’t have been able to reach it, but he easily can. He popped his collar, wrapped the tie around his neck, and turned to the side. Water dripped off the hair in his eyes, and he tried to shake it off. “I hate rain,” he mumbled bitterly, and attempted to do make the knot in the tie. His hair moved into his eyes again, and he growled. David tilted his head up at the ceiling and quickly finished the tie, as if it is as easy as breathing.

When he gave me a dirty look, I realized I was staring at him the whole time. “Sorry.”

“So tell me why you didn’t listen to me yesterday, and why you were late once again.” He sat on the edge of the leather couch, put his head towards the floor and roughly attacked his hair with his hands.

“I didn’t mean to tell them I was your assistant, if that’s what you mean. You never told me I couldn’t and I’m sorry if you were mad at me—are mad at me. I couldn’t catch a Taxi today and I had to run half a block—“

He stopped playing with his hair, and brought his head up, “Aw, you had to run half a block in the rain?” he retorted, and motioned to my body, “how horrible, do you want some of my clothes? You must be uncomfortable in your completely dry outfit.”

I put my hands on my hips, “Listen, I tried my best to get here on time! You weren’t even in your office you were in the elevator—“

“—maybe if you ignored Devin you would be on time,” he interrupted, and patted the couch affectionately.

“He told me to leave the office because it was danger—“

“—I don’t care,” he shot, his mouth a thin line.

I snorted, “I know you don’t. Clearly you care only about yourself.”

David stood up to his full height, making me take a step back. He fisted his hands together at his side.“Don’t make assumptions so quickly, you don’t even know me Miss Williams.”

My expression went sour, “Why did you emphasis the Miss? Are you implying something?” I questioned angrily. He smirked, and crossed his arms over his chest, “Maybe.”

“I can’t see you having a girlfriend either, unless you put money down her—“

“—finish that sentence. I dare you,” he growled.

“—shirt!” I finished, and ran around away from him. He chased me around the desk, and I let out a girlish scream. I rolled over the end of the desk, and ended up in front of it.

David stopped on the opposite side, and pushed his chair out of the way. I lunged to the right, to fake him out. But he didn’t move. “You can’t fool me,” he assured me.

“I’m closer to the door,” I pointed out.

“I can jump over the desk with ease.”

“I’ll scream.”

He chuckled, “Go right ahead, it’s a sound proof room.”

“Why?” I asked curiously, staring into his cat-like brown eyes.

“Because I can,” David answered bluntly. I hadn’t realized he was slowly walking around the desk. I moved away from him, but my heel got stuck on a chair leg. I fell hard on my butt and let out a squeak. David looked down at me seriously then broke out into an obnoxious laugh. He threw his arms up in the air in victory, “that just made my day.” He walked around his desk and sat down in the chair. He moved down from his weight, and he clicked around on his computer.

I pouted, and stayed on the floor. “It’s not funny! I think I twisted my ankle,” I whined, and grabbed at my throbbing ankle. David looked at the keyboard closed his eyes, and put his hand over his face.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he said quietly, trying to muffle a laugh, “I just thought of something funny but it’s really not--” he started to laugh again, “funny,” he finished, and put his face in his arm.

Guys are so weird.

“Fine, don’t tell me,” I said, standing up from the floor.

He took deep breath, lifted his head up, and leaned forward on the desk. His face is now completely serious, “Tell me why you left the office early yesterday.”

“Because you left…” I trailed.

David blinked, “So?” he bit out nastily.

“So—what? I waited for two hours for you to come back. Carol told me I could—“

I stopped talking, after noticing the look he is giving me. He narrowed his eyes at me, until it was hard to concentrate on anything else. At the moment he reminds me of a lion looking at a baby zebra... with a convenient limp. “What?”

He leaned back in his chair, “Nothing, just observing my Assistant.”

“Sure you were. Why were you really staring at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“You know how you were looking.”

“No I don’t,” he assured me, with a smile.

"Liar." I crossed my arms over my chest, and he mimicked me. I un- crossed them, and he did the same. My mouth popped open, and he did the same, “You should be in a circus. You’re pretty good at being a jerk—“

I stopped when he started mocking me. The cell-phone on his desk thankfully rang, and he picked it up. “Yo.”

Who answers a phone like that in a high up position like this? No pun intended, since we are on the eightieth floor and all…get it? High up...

David smiled, and picked his legs up onto the desk, “Ha-ha no. I don’t roll like that,” he switched ears, pushed into his desk, and clicked around on his laptop. “You don’t say? Wow that really sucks," he commented, in a monotone voice, and rolled his eyes. “What will you do for me?” he asked, and leaned back in his seat. “If I’m free maybe I will; which will be never. Yeah, yeah I’ve heard that one that before.” My Boss yawned, and started to move the phone away from his face. “I’m-- going—under—a—can’t—talk---no—bye.”

The call ended.

“What and interesting conversation,” I commented, really saying that he was beyond rude to the person.

David flipped the phone shut, and threw it on the desk. “Yes it was.”

“Who was that?”I asked curiously.

He stretched his hands over his head, and widened his eyes at me, “A client,” he answered, in an obvious tone.

My eyebrows shot above my hairline, “That’s so mean!”

He played with his bottom lip thoughtful. But the more he did it the more it looks as if something is there and I just can't see it. Why am I even focusing on his lip so much? “Get me a chocolate frosted donut, five slices of pepperoni pizza, and a strawberry milk from downstairs,” he demanded, "and don't even think about spitting in anything, because I will know."

"Strawberry milk?" I questioned in disbelief.

He glared at me, "What's wrong with strawberry milk?"

I threw my hands up in exasperation, “Are you at least actually going to eat it? Or are you going to spit in it and make me eat it?”

Why did I even give him that idea?

“Psh, no! That would be mean," David said innocently, turning to his computer. He brushed me off with a wave of his hand, “make it snappy I'm hungry.” I made a face, not liking his tone. “A hundred dollars an hour,” David sang shockingly good, while picking playing with his lip.

Why does he keep picking at his lip?

“Fine, but I’m not making it snappy.” I turned to leave, getting a small pain in my ankle.

Great.

“Oh, and get me that mystery meatloaf with the gross corn pieces!” he called out, making me blow an angry breath out.

“You wish, Mr. Star!” I shouted back, and let the door close close behind me.