An Ongoing Project:
One
When I entered his office and saw that tall frame and broad shoulders and the perfectly handsome face, I already knew I committed a mistake. But he has seen me and was staring, a little knot on his otherwise smooth forehead in a face more handsome than he was nine years ago, if that was even possible. I saw a loosing battle as I watched him try to remember who I was and I was about to help him. But he suddenly smiled.
“Lucy!”
I almost lost that smile. He looked more beautiful with a smile on his face. “It’s Lucille now, Bobbie.”
He didn’t seem offended by my reminding him of that nickname of long ago. “My friends still call me that,” he even bragged. And I realized he thought I was chiding him.
And I smiled as I entered the room, a little relieved. I was never part of his circle of famous friends. I’ve always called him by his given name. Robert. And I had always known he talked to me because he’s got a really kind soul.
“So…” I said as a sigh escaped me. I was trying to control my nerves. I hope it wasn't so obvious. Not that I didn’t feel capable of the job that I came here to apply for… but this is Robert. Him. “Robert.”
He was smiling. “Don’t do that. You already know you’re hired.”
I stared at him. “What?”
“You’re hired.”
I stared at him a little more. “What was I doing?” I asked suspiciously.
“Doing what?" Innocent as a lamb.
I wasn’t fooled. And he smiled benignly. Like a pastor on a church.
“Oh, the twitching of the eye.” He pointed in the general direction of my other eye. That eye. “You do that when you’re nervous.”
How the hell did he even remember that? I felt a delicious warm suffuse my body. Like a blast of liquid heat. And I hope he’s mistaking the blush on my cheeks as part of the nervousness. Which he did.
“You’re not really nervous because of me, right?”
I knew he meant because he was that boy who used to tease me about my suntanned nose (I'd given him a punch for that) and not the man-slash-employer, only son and heir to his father’s multi-million company and now sat as its CEO. “Of course not.”
“I already told you you’re hired.” He was openly grinning now, obviously relishing the fact that she was still a cloud-head as ever.
“But I still haven’t—“
“C’mon, Lucy. First in class. Always the responsible leader. Always the polite do-gooder. Always the student top-notcher.” He’s thumbing each of his fingers for each -- ass! -- as he walked around his desk to get near me. And then he reached out and held my shoulders in a firm grasp. “I asked Helen to let you know about the opening without being too obvious when I learned you came back. I need you in here. Why'd you have to go abroad?”
“You’re still melodramatic,” I said in a small but stern voice, drawing my eyes from his before my bones melted. I managed to stop myself from reaching for my frames to notch it up my nose. Also a nervous habit. God, I did not know he knew about the eye-twitch, I thought, flushing again. "You even acted like you didn't recognize me."
"And you believed it. Tst..." He was shaking his head, disappointed. "Oh, Lucy, I'll have so much fun with you here with me."
Maybe I'd punch him again before I get fired. But I needed the job, and I sighed. "So let this game begin. Where do we start?"
(To be continued)
One
When I entered his office and saw that tall frame and broad shoulders and the perfectly handsome face, I already knew I committed a mistake. But he has seen me and was staring, a little knot on his otherwise smooth forehead in a face more handsome than he was nine years ago, if that was even possible. I saw a loosing battle as I watched him try to remember who I was and I was about to help him. But he suddenly smiled.
“Lucy!”
I almost lost that smile. He looked more beautiful with a smile on his face. “It’s Lucille now, Bobbie.”
He didn’t seem offended by my reminding him of that nickname of long ago. “My friends still call me that,” he even bragged. And I realized he thought I was chiding him.
And I smiled as I entered the room, a little relieved. I was never part of his circle of famous friends. I’ve always called him by his given name. Robert. And I had always known he talked to me because he’s got a really kind soul.
“So…” I said as a sigh escaped me. I was trying to control my nerves. I hope it wasn't so obvious. Not that I didn’t feel capable of the job that I came here to apply for… but this is Robert. Him. “Robert.”
He was smiling. “Don’t do that. You already know you’re hired.”
I stared at him. “What?”
“You’re hired.”
I stared at him a little more. “What was I doing?” I asked suspiciously.
“Doing what?" Innocent as a lamb.
I wasn’t fooled. And he smiled benignly. Like a pastor on a church.
“Oh, the twitching of the eye.” He pointed in the general direction of my other eye. That eye. “You do that when you’re nervous.”
How the hell did he even remember that? I felt a delicious warm suffuse my body. Like a blast of liquid heat. And I hope he’s mistaking the blush on my cheeks as part of the nervousness. Which he did.
“You’re not really nervous because of me, right?”
I knew he meant because he was that boy who used to tease me about my suntanned nose (I'd given him a punch for that) and not the man-slash-employer, only son and heir to his father’s multi-million company and now sat as its CEO. “Of course not.”
“I already told you you’re hired.” He was openly grinning now, obviously relishing the fact that she was still a cloud-head as ever.
“But I still haven’t—“
“C’mon, Lucy. First in class. Always the responsible leader. Always the polite do-gooder. Always the student top-notcher.” He’s thumbing each of his fingers for each -- ass! -- as he walked around his desk to get near me. And then he reached out and held my shoulders in a firm grasp. “I asked Helen to let you know about the opening without being too obvious when I learned you came back. I need you in here. Why'd you have to go abroad?”
“You’re still melodramatic,” I said in a small but stern voice, drawing my eyes from his before my bones melted. I managed to stop myself from reaching for my frames to notch it up my nose. Also a nervous habit. God, I did not know he knew about the eye-twitch, I thought, flushing again. "You even acted like you didn't recognize me."
"And you believed it. Tst..." He was shaking his head, disappointed. "Oh, Lucy, I'll have so much fun with you here with me."
Maybe I'd punch him again before I get fired. But I needed the job, and I sighed. "So let this game begin. Where do we start?"
(To be continued)
 |
| (This is called LOVE from ~Grinch7 of deviantART. Beautiful people.) |
No comments:
Post a Comment