Chapter 6 Stop Les

Chapter six

I fell from my bed as I heard my alarm ring. Stupid me stuck in bed wishing for another round of sleep. I checked the time, it was already six forty-five in the morning. jumped out of my bed with my blanket trailing behind me. I wrapped it up and dumped it on the bed. I looked for my hair band that fell onto the ground but I could barely see, I rubbed my eye and bent to look for it. I'm so damn sleep I'm so damn sleep struck me I had to get to work very early. If not Ian Salvatore will have me rushed into the bathroom brushing my teeth and lather rinsing my body. I soon came out with a towel wrapped around my body and water dripping off. No chances for me to check myself today. I have to blame it on him, had he not kept me outside through the night I wouldn't have had to sleep loose and keep snoozing my alarm.

I took out a pair of black pencil skirts and a light white satin collar shirt. I wore them and they fit in perfectly I assume, I had no time to waste checking. I combed and parked my hair into a bun. My heels are on my leg. That day I took my bag and my cell phone along with yesterday's files.

I rushed through the staircase. Sure the sound of my shoes drew my mom's attention. She too was preparing for work but she'd had breakfast prepared, even before I woke up.

"Leslie, I had your cheeseburger..." I didn't allow her to finish, there's no way I'm having breakfast knowing I'm late.

"Mom, I'm late!" I shouted loud enough for her to hear me from the kitchen. I shook my head, I needed to be very polite with her, after what happened to her two nights ago, and I didn't want to be the only one she thinks about. And I decided to work hard and earn money for our survival.

I came out of the house and called a taxi. Paying inside for the road to be free without traffic I did that while I sat in the car, thinking or either get down and walk. I checked my crotch and it was already 6:50.

I soon reached the company's building sweats early I had gone for an early morning jog, pearlers this is what it looks like. I tried to run in my high heels to his office. I realized I might end up with a broken leg.

I just couldn't describe how tensed up I was. I took the escalator and quickly walked to his office, I saw a mirror on the side wall of his room, it was demarcated with a black glass door. I thanked God at least I can check how messy I look right now. I adjusted my skirt down and set my hair. I saw that the top button of my shirt is open and my cleavage can be seen. I just noticed since I was in a button quickly put on my bottom, so that no one noticed. And checked myself in the mirror that hung on the wall near the entrance and heaved a deep sigh before telling myself. Good to go.

"Miss Leslie, do you know you're twelve seconds late?" His french accent melted my heart. Wait, is it just my hormones or what? I have not noticed his seductive accent until today. I came and stood near his desk and he directed, staving off his gaze by looking somewhere else was hard especially when I felt his lingering.

"Can I know the reason for that?" He said without looking at me as if he didn't know what happened.

"It won't repeat itself, sir. I'm sorry." I stared at the walls still as I replied to him. Xander was one spicy guy, I've heard and seen how he treated the ones he even called family.

"I hate what you're doing right now, Miss Beth." He pushed and reflexed his head at what I was doing. "Staring at the walls when you're in my office."

I apologized once more. "I'm sorry sir." I just wanted to dissolve like salt, if I were to be one, out of his menacing presence.

"Now let's get to your primary assignment as my secretary." He said and looked at me.

Wait, I have another assignment aside from the ones I'm dating every day? The documents I would end up sleeping with, turn out I was having great credit and soon to be engaged with the documents. No way, I thought every day was getting soft but no way. I wanted to roll my eyes but I couldn't, Xander hates it and I'm trying to keep my job.

I nodded my head but instead of continuing he just stared at me. His gaze made me squirm in my seat. I liked the way he was staring but I did it to control my emotions.

"Did you ask for a notepad?" He asked.

I felt naive, how did it happen that I forget the necessary part of being a secretary, documentation! There's no way I can defend myself heroically becoming a dumbass, I feel so around him.

"No sir, I'm sorry I'll-" my voice breaking like a ceramic that has undergone high heat,

"Stop Les, I gave you this job because I saw the smartness in you." He rested his elbows on the table, inside the suit his hands were rippling with muscle and I swallowed hard.

"I'm sorry I'll try my best sir." I bit my lips as soon as I apologized again.

"Ok, here is the notepad, I was expecting you to ask for it but you didn't." He threw a notepad In Front of me. How insidious,

I took it and opened it, to check whether it was working, trying not to be the dumb girl I was just a few seconds ago.

"I want you to pull your pen out," Xander commanded, he could at least ask for it, always bossing me around.

"Ok, sir." I quickly jolted it out of my hand as I stood on my two legs that were aching.

"Good, I want you in my office every working 7:00 am-7:00 am, you should bring me tea every three hours with two cubes of sugar because I don't like coffee. You stay at the entrance, as my secretary even... no need to brief you on that, you know that part of being here. Keep your ear alarmed, I can call you anytime I need you." He said those words seductively and I stood there getting them down slowly. I liked it when he spoke.

Focus Leslie, he's your boss!

"You should attend every meeting I attend. You should write and notes, keep track of time. The staff will have to pass through you. No matter what. , For now, I believe well-acquainted acquainted with almost everything I said. And also make sure you copy these files." He said as he pointed to the right side of the desk.

I huffed and went to the side of the desk to take the files, a bit was a bit weighted.

As soon as I tried to lift them fell near his feet. I bent and almost didn't realize my butt was facing him.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't..." Ian smirked, holding hands held my waist pulling me towards him like some sort of gravitational pull. Before I could realize I was yanked by his hands into his lap and I felt a bulging sensation.

"What are you doing Leslie? Trying to tempt me huh? Don't tempt me again. I wouldn't mind taking you right here. Now go do your work." He whispered to my ear and made me stand up.

My body responded to his words but I tried calming myself, how can he say I should return to my post as if nothing happened. Yesterday and now today he laps but he doesn't seem to faze.

I looked through the black glass and noticed he saw me adjust my shirt earlier. When will this feeling of disgrace wane off? Does he want me to opt easily out of the job? Never! I needed it for my mum and me, and as we had no one to provide for us. Living in that apartment was hot cake, not less it consumes seventy per cent of its mother's yearly allowance.