Chapter 2 London

The door slapped open at the exact moment. And it surprised Catherine to see him there. The man from earlier. She'd tried her hardest to keep a poker face on. She was a professional after all, and she had seen worse. It would not phase her. His smile vanished, giving her a piercing look that had her freezing in her spot.

Did he remember her? She doesn't have to contemplate that long for the answer since he took her grips and pull her in." Why the hell are you here?" he exclaimed.

"I'm a..." Catherine stuttered. She would've taken up the challenge had he not been rushing. He grinned, slashing her off as she peeled her palms from his grasp. "You work here?" Frowning, they both went into the table as Catherine brought back the brown manila envelope she'd forgotten from yesterday's meeting. "Yes, and can you please let me go?" She asked. She will not swerve like all the others. Looking at him closer now, without the wind and the rain obscuring his face, Catherine thinks she knew him from elsewhere.

She recognized him from someplace, but for the love of God, she couldn't remember where, when, or how. Disappointed and a bit furious at herself for not recalling him.

Who was he? He was Sean David Walton, 30-year-old-Millionaire who owns the Lava soft. The company his Grandfather spends 18-years trying to succeed with and now has over 28 branches and over 120 hotels and offices all over the world. She knew this because she had done her investigation while waiting for the papers in the copy room. And for the facts, he looks rather familiar in any way was more frightening than having to drink a coffee without a lump of sugar in it. How could he be so perfect? She associated his physical characteristics with those of underwear model-kind-of-perfection. He was superb-looking and his general appearance was disarming. He's tall, has vast shoulders, ripped abs, a light dusting of chest hair complete with a happy trail, and well-endowed. His chiseled facial features were striking; firm jaw, smooth-sculpted nose, and a crooked smile finishing it with eyes a shade of blue-gray and a full head of dark copper strand.

He then moved closer, so close that she could smell the mixture of cologne and aftershave he was wearing.

Why doesn't she notice that earlier? He smirked down at her, "well sir!" she stammered. "What do you think of me now, Miss -I'm-running-late-, did I get your tongue under your throat?" He asked, snaking an arm around her trembling waist and pulling her towards his solid torso as she almost on the verge of slipping.

Catherine's eyes widened in shock as she felt her cheeks turned scarlet. "I'm sorry for hitting into you earlier on the sidewalk, Mr. Walton." she stammered again, cringing her face back to put some distance between their proximity.

Mr. Walton ignored her attempt to move away and leaned in that his lips were near her ear. "Where is that temper of yours, Miss-I'm-running-late-? Do I make you feel uncomfortable? Now that you know who I was?" He trailed off, "Or better yet, are you planning on writing your resignation letter?" He whispered as Catherine felt her throat go dry.

She scowled and opened her mouth to defend herself but remembers that he was after all the new boss, so she just nodded and turned around to leave. He grinned before dismissing her once again, leaving her so disturbed with his statement.

After two hours later, Catherine was swearing every known god on the planet for the existence of the being called Sean Dickhead Walton. Not only was the guy rude and arrogant, but he was also the definition of the man who knows it all. Overbearing self proclaims the god of all gods and goddesses. Zeus himself, But well, hot as hell nevertheless!

The meeting was indeed tiresome, and she zoomed out almost half of it.

Lunchtime passed by with no actual lunch. She had a bundle of data compiling to finish by 4:00 pm so Catherine ate the single leftover sandwich from this morning and typed single-handedly. Where was the cup of coffee when she needed them most? She murmured.

When she was finished, with still five minutes to spare, she gathered all the files with one hand and hurled them on her desk to finish tomorrow. With that, she stood up and trudged out the door, slamming it shut on her way out. Her day was done, and it exhausted her like hell. She sighed, thinking about the new boss. The bus ride took an hour which gave her enough time to rest her mind and her eyes, waiting for the bus to come while snacking on her savory turkey sandwiches from the subway.

Why does he look so familiar? Even his scent was familiar. Where did she meet him before? With that thought and the chilling wind outside, Catherine knew for sure a ride from home wasn't any better, she'd threaded her way in and out of the stream. She felt alone in this throng, she felt like she does not belong here, she felt unwanted!

Closing her eyes inside the bus, she seemed detached from the world. With a stretch and a yawn, Catherine fell asleep and for an unknown reason, she felt like someone snuggled right into her. Her dreams were always the same. She could recall the flat shade of blue-grey hue of his eyes the last time he scowled at her - the glow was striking against the background of his pale skin with his dark copper hair. Today, his eyes were different hue: a strange amber, but with the same blue-grey tone.