Chapter 3 You mess with the wrong Secretary!

"You what?" Almost spitting the soda in her hands on my face. She nodded for more. Overacting.

"I'm his new secretary, bet he hadn't had one before." I know it sounds awkward but it's now clear to me what it means when he said 'just six months.' I started to feel inferior and angry. It's possible he employed me out of pity. What kind of person will agree to be his errand girl?

She arched her brow. "You're lucky, you know? Some don't care about having to lick his legs." And my friend was very right, I'd take it as a privilege. So naturally, I was extremely nervous. I tried explaining it to my friend.

"Like he was a different person on screen. When he arched his eyebrow earlier today. It was as cold as ice."

That's the fact his voice lacked any emotions. My mother wouldn't love me travelling but as a secretary, Ian's secretary I have no option whatsoever.

"Maybe he wasn't in a good mood." She tries to make me feel otherwise, but I know it's their trait.

"Nada I doubt, ever told you how my mum's director bossed her around?" I retorted. She finished the last of her drink standing back up.

"Hi....." I almost stutter. He didn't say anything and just kept mute making me more nervous. I grip the edge of my windowsill.

I'm talking to Xander.

God! don't faint Leslie. Breathe I calmed myself, as I inhaled the air deeply like a swollen balloon, my face turned red shaming tomato.

"You have a good ear. I believe you know who is on the line." His voice echoed in my ear like thunder, my adrenaline denying me of being discreet.

That's it, he's not going to apologize for waking me up? He was going to tell me something I sensed and it was not going to be fun. No way!

"I emailed you, I want the files edited and time scheduled for tomorrow's meeting." I twist my lips in irritation. Is he doing this on purpose, or what?

After a few minutes, he noticed that I hadn't hung up. " Do you still need something?" He repeats with an air of annoyance. He's right I needed nothing besides its as part of my job. I try gesturing to talk but I'm fidgeting, because I don't want to lose my patience however there's a level to my tolerance.

"No Sir I don't," I replied, feigning my emotions, now I have to work all night. I shrugged showing how infuriating I look at the moment. I checked my email. God! Document of a hundred and fifty-nine pages, it's certainly my new boss doesn't like me at all. Sat up all night editing, categorizing and imputing data. If there's any better way to do this I swear to the heavens I would. But this is the notorious Ian Salvatore. He never used to be told 'no' to. I cross-checked the files on my iPad, and finally, I saw some traces of perfection. Before putting it down. I checked my clock. What the fuck! I shouted, it's after five. At this rate I realized good pay doesn't come easily, they must drain ninety-nine per cent.

I waited for him, my body heating up, I can only imagine how red I'm. Ian didn't come early. I wonder why it became obvious. He wasn't coming to the office today. Why? I don't know why. My frustrating crush is ridiculously taunting me. No way he knows I'm crushing on him. I reassured myself waning off the stupid thoughts lurking in my head.

I believe the documents are ready." A sturdy figure and a masculine voice sexy enough to drain your soul out of your body pass by me. The scent of the Armani perfume is satisfying enough that you don't mind having lunch. I trailed behind him, to his office, explaining the concept of my work to him.

"You have two meetings today: with the marketing firm, ICT firm and an interview with the press., I said preluding carefully through the file in my hand.

"Yes, I do." Xander smiled looking into his alluring eyes, I wished he was mine."Just drop it on my desk and go." I stopped there without moving an inch, wondering if he had known then why the sudden influx.

Xander stands up from the chair he sat on. "Or I should help you." He was a pace closer than I'd imagined, the young CEO, Xander bursts out laughing. His laugh is hoarse and sexy. "Are you going to be this nervous and anxious?" He asked in a mocking tone.

I feel safe standing and not saying anything but I don't think it'll be so brave if we were facing each other on a whole different dimension because honesty is my best quality.

He leans back in his chair. "I'll glance through it once I have time, I just wanted to see." I felt I could kick him in the balls if I was given a chance.

"Really?" I mumbled slowly to myself with an air of annoyance.

The challenge in his eyes is overwhelming. I know mine must be the same.

"Haven't you heard that life isn't fair?"

I grit my teeth. Jerk!

"If you have nothing more to say I was doing something important." He sits up and opens his laptop.

I stare at him like a fool not knowing if it's because he's that much of a jerk or because the feelings I have for him are growing stronger. Either way, I have to get back to work. The atmosphere wasn't pleasant around him, I turned and defeatedly walked my steps out of the room.

My Samsung vibrates on my desk, whilst I was working. Who could be texting me at this time of the day? I opened the message in gasped in surprise as I quickly peeped through the screen

Unknown number: You'll never cease to impress me, Miss Leslie. And I let out a scoff, does he think of me as fun?

I groan in frustration, what's with this sudden messaging, is my work pleasing to his sight? Apparently, things with Ian are nowhere near over. But he's surely mistaken if he thinks I'll continue to be a puppy. Even a secretary deserves some respect.

You mess with the wrong secretary!