Daddy's Pampered Lilac

Author's POV

"What'll I be doing here?" Beryl asked her sister, her green eyes widely opened and roaming around the noisy place. The place looked overcrowded and disgusting to her. And she wondered how humans survived the night in such a noisy place all in the name of having fun. And now, she'd have to survive a night all for the sake of celebrating her new work. It was her first time and she couldn't help but show her hatred for parties like this which she called stupid.

"Have fun, of course," Her sister's voice was cronk over the loud music," You need to loosen up for the night. You'll be working in the most famous Rainbows in the next few hours. I won't let you sleep in that house alone. " Ciara grabbed her arm in hers and pulled her along with him as they tramped closer to the bar.

"Red wine, please, two glasses!" She yelled at the bartender, not minding Beryl's uneasiness and not caring if she liked to take alcohol or not. The black haired bartender smiled at the duet, sending a wink to Beryl who in particularly barely noticed him. He dropped them a compliment before going to attend to their order. Immediately he had excused himself, Beryl plonked herself down on the bar stool. She wasn't feeling any comfortable with the tight dress, heavy makeup and expensive hairstyle. And the heels were really bothering her feet. The environment too, the noise in there was surely something she wasn't used to.

When the bartender was taking too long to bring them their order, Ciara turned to face her younger sister, "Do you know how much beautiful you look right now, Beryl? You have every men's attention in the hall and you owe me one for that. But don't worry, I will put it upon myself to make sure you're hotly dressed to work every morning so when you're able to steal a rich boss's heart, you'll pay me with 50% of whatever he gifts to you. Agreed?" Beryl laughed at her sister's supposed joke. She had always been used to owning a crazy, fashionistic sister but was never used to her sister forcing a personality on her. And she was wrong. She doesn't feel like the she has every men's attention like her sister had said or gorgeous. In fact, she had to be sincere with herself, she felt the most awkward, especially with the wine bandage sided gown. It was very short and body hugging to begin with. And she didn't like the way it exposed her sides and cleavages, there was too much skin there. Also, it glittered. She usually preferred dull appearances that didn't call much attention to her. A simple floral gown would've done very well for a party. She was even more satisfied with her baggy 1980s shirt and pants than what she wore now. She felt and looked not more or lesser than a whore.

"I don't need your agreement, you know me to be a very stubborn big sister and you can't change my mind." Ciara boasted as her forest green eyes gleamed with a smile on her face. Ciara looked gorgeous with a smile on, she always did and Beryl surely admired her dimples the most. She would've look even more great without makeup but she wore less makeup, yet she had pancaked her sister's face and dragged her all the way to a party.

"I'll try my best too, I won't easily agree to appearing naked at my workplace." Beryl laughed and Ciara joined her, just as the bartender finally brought them their order. Ciara opened her purse and brought out some notes which she shoved to him on the counter. He smiled and thanked her before taking it and going to attend to other customers. "I know you don't like alcohol but I'm proposing for just this drink and glass clicks to celebrate your new job. It shouldn't hurt much, right?" She said, lifting her own glass of wine.

"Not bad," Beryl remarked and picked her own glass too. It wasn't much in the glass and she didn't think it was enough to get her drunk, yet, although she only tasted alcohol once but she couldn't quite remember how it tasted. The both glass met and made a clank, splitting the wine slightly.

"Cheers to your new job, kiddy sister." Another clang and Beryl lips curled into a smile at that pet name, "More money and a hot, rich boyfriend for you." She winked at the celebrant before lifting her glass of wine to her lips. Beryl watched her 27 years old sister gulp down the whole alcohol within seconds like it was some fucking water, to her own bewilderment. Ciara dropped the now empty glass on the counter and her brows creased when she saw her little sister still holding the filled glass, and she could guess she hadn't taken even a sip out of it. "You won't tell me you aren't taking that, Beryl. I paid with my fucking hard earned dollars for it. And darling, it's just a shot. Your lips aren't a virgin to it, besides. You had it at Jacob's birthday party, remember?" Oh, yes, how can she forget?! That day, she had caught her crush making out with her best friend after getting her confession and proposal rejected by him that same night. She remembered how that pang of betrayal had caused her to get into a drinking game and end up getting drunk. The next day, her sister made her the joke of the house and made sure Jacob and Bridget stayed out of her way until graduation. It made her remember those days when her bad ass sister was still very much her heroine. And when she couldn't even stand up for herself against a bully. But no one really dared to bully her after knowing she was Cici's sister. No guy even dared ask her out. Cici was Ciara's nickname during highschool and it was given to her by a bully on her first day, but she'd make it the most feared name at Winter Smile after she had angrily beat up her bully.

"Knock knock on the door. Beryl McGraw still home?" Ciara dramatically taps her knuckles on Beryl's forehead in an attempt to bring her out of her thought.

"Sorry, I zoned out," Beryl apologized, putting on an apologetic smile which Ciara laughed to, "I noticed. Apologies only accepted if you're going to take that thing in your hand already." The drink! She forgot she never had the alcohol. And with another apologetic smile, she lifted it to her lips and poured the whole content into her mouth, trying to mimick Ciara. It was bitter and burned in her throat. She almost thought of spewing it out back but for the fact that Ciara would be left embarrassed and angry, she hurriedly gulped the remaining liquid down her throat. And once she'd swallow every bit of it, its bitterness was immediately replaced by a sweet savor.

"Oh, now that's my little sister growing up to be a big girl!" Ciara appraised and awarded her a round of clap. Big girl? She's not anymore a girl!

"I'm twenty five, Ciara. You've to stop referring me as a girl already." She reprimanded, her pouted lips wearing a frown as she glared at her elder sister. But her red haired sister only laughed, "You haven't grown up to be that girl I want you to become, Beryl. You might look beautiful and nubile and all but you're still struggling for a first relationship. You're not a woman, yet. Don't worry, the minute you step out of your room wearing the most gorgeous and classy look made by you and putting on the classiest accent, then you'd become a woman to me." Ciara nurtured with her words, feeding her a lip tight smile while Beryl only rolled her bright green eyes at her. She felt the need to insist and protest but she rather shut up and watched her sister's forest green eyes search the crowd, as if to look out for someone. After exploring the whole dance floor with her eyes, she averted her gaze back to Beryl with a grin playing on her lips. Beryl already knew at that instant, she didn't need someone to tell her her sister was leaving her 'I'll catch you up later. Have some fun' already. So, she watched her big sister tell her bye for the night and whisk away, with no ammused look on display. She was probably going to hook up with some hot nigga. She snickered a little and looked around the party once more to catch a better view, now that she was settled. But the place didn't look any better than it had at her arrival. It was only more crowded than then.

Tut-tut. She wondered what she was going to do there for the rest of the night. This was boring, for her. It was the most boring party she'd ever been to. And the worse was that she hadn't come along with her phone. So rather than sucking her thumb and ending up sleeping right there, she took her interest into studying the activities going on in the dancefloor. She almost barfed this time and she literally felt her lunch running back to her lungs to pass out of her mouth. The place was more like a open sex pool with most people making out and grinding hips together. Her eyes! She hadn't bring the sanitizer with her! Tsk.

"Care for a dance?" That strapping voice came from behind her and she yanked her eyes away from the dirty scenes. She turned to the direction the voice came from only to see... Fucking sweet Mary!

'he's hot,' she told herself, staring back at those charming eyes... Dumbfounded, her eyes shameless raked his face features. He had the most gorgeous gray eyes she had ever seen, finely chiseled jawline, thin and pointed nose, the sharpest jaw, full brows, kissable pink lips and spiky dark hair that was quite long and did the perfection to his handsome look. This wasn't just some man before her, he was the fucking hottest guy she'd ever seen in her twenty five whole years. And he looked clean and wore white shirt that brought out his muscular figure. She blinked her lids, snapping out of her admiration when he snapped his fingers at her face.

"Sorry? What do you want?" She asked.

"How much for a night?" His question stung her heart like a bee. She sprung on her feet immediately and glared up at the hot stranger before her. But realizing she might end up making a scene which wouldn't do her much good, she sat back on the stool, "I'm not a whore or a sex worker." She said, calmer than she intended but he only tugged at her arm and pulled her up.

She mewled in pain as he pushed her against the counter.

"Just tell me your fucking price, bitch. I'm hard already," she wanted to slap him in the face for calling her that but she could only wriggle to be free from his hard grip on her in that minute. He was drunk, she noticed, and his breathe reeked of alcohol. If only she knew, then she'd have backed away the moment he approached her. He had her against the counter and everyone was in for the show if he was going to fuck her there. No one cared, except for Ciara of course who was probably getting screwed by now.

"Please," she pleaded, giving up already when she was already loosing, "don't rape me. I promise to do everything you ask me to. Just don't rape me, please." Another tear slipped as she whimpered again. She was beginning to tremble already and her lips too did as she spoke. The drunk, gray eyed laughed and rather than releasing her, he brought his head down to hers and pressed his lips on hers forcefully. She cringed and tensed up with fear as he kissed her violently. This was sexual harassment and she couldn't save herself from it. Yet, she wasn't going to tear up or give in. Gathering all her strength, she pulled out her hands and whacked him at the sides. To her own surprise, he growled in pain and stumbled backwards. She jumped back immediately and watched him caress his ribs where she had hit him.

Now, it was time for a real show and real self's dignity holding. She padded to the drunk stranger who was still nursing the blows from her.

"Now, look here, young man," she beckoned for his attention, " you might have all the wealth and looks and think every girl will gladly welcome you to have a night with her. Well, you're wrong and the next time you try to harass me then I won't take it lightly with you. Heard?" But she didn't wait for his response before going even more closer and slapping him across the face, " sorry, but that's for kissing me without my permission and to tell you not to take alcohol when you can't stand it." She said and before he could even think of grabbing her again, she hurried away. Even she was beginning to feel the need to barf already. And whoever that man was, he was surely good on the outside. Not on the inside.

Beryl smoothed the black pencil skirt she wore, rubbing her palm on the leather material for the umpteenth time. When she considered its look on her neater and more presentable than the former, she rolled her orbs back to the full-size mirror before her once more. She was wearing a black shirt tucked into her black pencil skirt, and black flats. Her chestnut hair was put into a simple ponytail, but one that did a little appreciation to her prolate face.

The mirror told her she looked simply beautiful and dressed for office and she was more than glad she wouldn't be going to work looking extravagant or over dressed. Last night, a drunk Ciara had handed her the car keys and asked her to go back home whenever she wished and to her own fortune, Ciara was still yet to return this morning so she didn't have to worry about being forced to dress hot to work. She glanced at her wrist watch and when she'd read what the time said, she turned hurriedly to the dressing stool and picked up her bag that laid on it. Now, she was dressed and ready for her first day. And all she needed was a reassurance that she wasn't getting sacked on her first day or Ciara wouldn't forgive her.

"You won't mess up, Lilac." She told herself, patted her rosy cheeks before going out of the door.

When the cab alighted before Rainbows, she handed the cab man his pay and walked out of the car. She glanced around the company and despite the fact that she had been to it just two weeks ago, a wow still escaped her mouth. It was magnificent and she could swear to it that she had never seen something as big and expensive as this. It looked even more bigger and brighter than she remembered two weeks ago, or maybe it was just her. But she didn't have much time to gush over it's luxurious building, she was here for work and she needn't be late. She only smiled and urged herself to get in already.

"Mr Rainbows, please," she said to the petite blonde whom she met sitting outside the CEO's office, on the desk that was supposed to be her.

" Are you Ms McGraw?" Large blue orbs burned at her, demanding an effective reply.

"Yes." Beryl answered, placing both hands on the desk as she studied the lady before her. She had crispy blonde hair, large blue eyes that looked like they were going to fall out of their sockets anytime soon and plump lips. She looked liked the money type; that one that appreciated and loved money of all.

"Oh, well," Blue eyed said, realization dawning on her, "You're the boss's new acting secretary, right? Mr Rainbows is in a meeting in the moment but he'll be free by 9:00 am on the dot so you should receive your guides from him when he gets back in his office. But then, you should have your seat first," she suggested, moving out of her position. Beryl smiled, gratefully and nodded.

"By the way, my name is Snow and welcome to Rainbows." Maybe she was wrong in her assumption and judgement. Snow was nice and too sweet to be a stranger. At least, she was the first person in the company telling her welcome with a sunshine smile on despite her looks. Every other worker she'd meet on the way only gave her an awkward gawping and while some of them only whispered to themselves. Surely, she didn't have an easy time getting to the boss's office.

"Thank you, Snow. It's Beryl." She said after sitting her bums on the seat. Her new chair actually did give her buttocks a nice welcome too. They felt real soft and comfortable under her.

"Aye. You can call on me anytime you wish, cap!" Beryl didn't quite get it with all the salute but the gesture earned a hearty laugh from her.

" How many times do I have to tell you, Snow, that my office is no comedy room." That same strapping voice had her freezing the moment it came out. It sounded familiar, very familiar. And she could quite remember but couldn't be sure. His office? Did he mean to say he's her new boss? The CEO of Rainbows and the real Mr Rainbows? But didn't Snow mentioned he would only be here at nine? Time flied?!

" Sorry, boss. I was just giving her a welcome message. I'll leave now." She heard footsteps departing and heavy ones approaching. Her heart thumped in its cage as she tried to position herself well before her new boss. She didn't dare look up. Her face was flushed already as she anticipated her boss snapping at her or just doing something. She'd loose all confidence and cheerfulness in her the moment his voice came across the room. She had never seen her boss in reality or even listened to his voice, until now. She had heard, read and watched a lot of things about him, all of which didn't matter in the moment. She'd hear he was nice and a good philanthropist but that rumor wasn't able to compose herself in the present. And just like she'd expect him to, he spoke up again but in a more nicer tone than she had expected, "Meet me in my office when it is ten."

She heaved a loud sigh and finally looked up when she heard his door close. She could swear she almost peed on her pants. He had this aura, that aura that made him look the most superior and most powerful wherever he went. That had gotten her scared. Good thing was she hadn't looked at his face. Glancing around her little work place, a happy smile took over her lips. She was finally a decent worker with a good pay. She couldn't have wished for more in the past few years. Finally, she didn't have to work as a waiter anymore.

"This feels so good, Lilac!" She beamed, grinning hard as she relaxed into her chair to feel its comfort. They gave the best feeling. With a rush of eagerness and excitement going through her, she leaned away and laid her head on the table to feel it too. It felt just great with her head on it. She grinned again, and pulled away, setting to arranging her table and going off to work. Just as her hand picked up a document, her phone rang out from her bag that was now on the table, distracting her. She frowned upon the ceaseless music playing from it before taking her bag and rummaging the whole thing just to find her mobile. When she finally pulled it out and checked it, she groaned at the name on display. Fucking Ciara!

"Beryl!" Her sister's hoarse voice, yelled over the phone, "don't tell me you got in another of your ugly wears to work. Don't-"

"Huh, biggy sister. I have to get to work now. Sorry, we'll talk later. Maybe when I get home. Bye, and don't forget to prepare your kid sis a good soup. I love you!"

"Don't fucking..." But Beryl already cut the phone before she could finish her statement. She chuckled and dropped her phone on the desk.

"Oh, sweet Ciara, I hope you won't chop my head off with your scoldings whenever I get home." She said and placed her hands under her chin. She squeezed her face in her palm as her bright green eyes wondered about the room, trying to remember what she had planned to do formerly. She knew she looked funny but it was an habit.

"Come in." His burly reply came from inside the glass-demarcated room. She bit her bottom lip before gathering all courage to twist the knob and open the door. When she stepped in, her eyes nervously searched the whole room for her boss. And when she'd find him on his chair, she froze despite the fact that he wasn't looking at her. He had his chair swivelled and it faced the glassy walls. Suddenly, out of mere carelessness and lure, her green orbs ran across the whole of his office. She didn't have to wonder why he was ranked as one of the top three richest. His office spelt HEAVENLY RICHNESS and the interior was one of a kind, making her wonder what his home would look like. And even if the whole glassy walls and floors made her feel like she was going to break it if she took a step, she still admired them a lot.

"Did you bring my coffee?" He finally spoke, making her snap out of her thoughts and glance at him. She heaved a sigh when she saw that he hadn't turn around yet. But did he mention bringing him his coffee? She hadn't thought of that.

"Sir, I...Er, I didn't..." The whole words about to come got stuck in her throat as well as her breathe when he swivelled his chair to face her. His furrowed his brows as he ran his eyes on her, making her feel immensely hot and uncomfortable. "Take a sit, Ms McGraw." That was a nice request from him, however it sounded like she was finally getting scolded by her boss on her first day. And she could swear she had seen his face, and slapped it. She could swear he was that same man that approached her and tried to pay her for sex. But he was drunk that night and even if she tried to believe he didn't remember her, her legs still trembled as she approached his table.

He didn't take his gray eyes off her as he only held an amused look on, "If you had walked that way last night, I don't think you would've been able to escape my guards after slapping me." Her heart skipped and froze. He remembered! He knew she had slapped him last night! Oh, she was so dead. And he had every right to become harsh to her, she thought.

"C'mon, McGraw, I don't bite." A smile tugged at his lips when she finally managed to sit her butts down. That smile, she definitely didn't want to trust it a bit. But they looked beautiful on him, she had to admit within herself. She watched, very closely as he leaned back into his chair and laid his legs on his desk carelessly. He wore no shoes at the time and only had his black stockings on so she didn't get to see what his feet looked like but she didn't have to doubt they'd look more beautiful than hers. And as he clutched his hands at his nape and gazed at her, her patience seemed to fade off and her anxiety only grew the more. She was mentally counting the seconds he'd use to stare at her and it was a pity she couldn't scold him already. Judging from his caliber, he should surely know how wrong it is to stare. And for too long. Rude! And like some movie set, she watched him place those legs down back and leant forward again, "You have a nice hair, Ms McGraw, did anyone ever tell you?" A part of her flustered at his compliment. Almighty Mr Rainbows couldn't be complimenting her, but she wasn't dreaming. Of course.

"And gorgeous eyes, too. I love them," Oh, yes, he was_complementing her! She could literally feel the heat in herself and the flushing of her cheeks as she hurriedly looked down. She bit her bottom lip and tried to calm her nerves down, but that didn't work. Her heart didn't stop beating harder and faster and she wondered why it turned pathetic all of a sudden. Probably because she'd never gotten such nice words from a guy, and from someone like him. But he was just her boss and distant, she couldn't like him. He was good looking and rich and hot and very nice, like they said but... But maybe she just couldn't.

"So if you don't mind, Ms McGraw, I would like to know more of my pretty secretary." Her heart! Someone tell the poor thing to stop fluttering already!

"I like it when you look at me while I talk to you, Ms McGraw." An order! She bit her bottom lip nervously as she glanced up at her boss. Just the more she stared at his gray eyes, the more she felt uneasy in her seat and the more she wished the moment could stop. She tried to maintain their gaze but she ended up looking down, embarrassed.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Now that's the bomb! Why was he asking her that? Why did he want to know? Was he going to mock her timid self now? He was beginning to get too intimidating and it was beginning to piss her off. And like she couldn't accept it anymore, she jerked up on her feet and glared at boss as hair bounced and swayed in the course of the action, "Sorry, but it's non of your business!" And without one more word, she turned around and stamped out of her boss's office, not minding if he had sought for her presence in the first place. She was annoyed and she needed to grab a hold of herself.

" What happened?" Ciara inquired when she walked in and found Beryl sitting on the sofa, looking tired and lost. She walked closer and stamped her foot when she got no reply. Beryl sucked in her breathe as she stared at her sister. She surely had a lot going in her mind and most of all, it had to deal with her boss. She definitely had to deal with those flutters and flushed cheeks.

"Did you mess up?" Ciara creased her brows at her as she waited for her reply. But rather than answering, Beryl sighed and lifted herself from the couch, turning to go.

"I asked you a question, Beryl." Ciara snapped, her nose flaring as her face turned red in the instant. She hated being ignored, of all.

Beryl sighed and bit her lip, struggling to say a word to her sister, "I got the job, Ciara." Since that was all she really cared about. And when she heard no word from her big sister again, she climbed the stairs.

'C'mon, McGraw, I don't bite...

'You have a nice hair, Ms McGraw, did anyone ever tell you?

'And gorgeous eyes, too. I love them,

'Do you have a boyfriend?

She couldn't take his words off her mind and each time she thought about them, they made her shudder and blush like she could feel his overwhelming presence in the room. And she hated herself for reacting so much to those words. He couldn't be interested in her, she tried to think, but he definitely had a good way of making her feel he is. Fuck, he's out of her caliber, he couldn't be attracted to her. He shouldn't.

And the thought of her either being pretty enough to attract Mr Rainbows had her before her mirror, trying to see if she really had gorgeous eyes like she mentioned. She was beginning to go crazy already, she knew but she couldn't keep his words out of her head.

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After minutes of burying his eyes into those words but ending up getting distracted, he finally closed the page and tossed it away to his side. It was windy in the car and friendly but there was a problem with something. He couldn't seem to clear images of her flushed face and widely opened eyes in his head and he had to admit, she looked cute and funnily innocent. She was very pretty, else he wouldn't have harassed her sexually. And when he'd confirm that it was the same lady who humiliated him would be his new secretary, he had a different plan. But when he'd see those natural beauty and innocence, he began having a change of mind.

"Darren," he called, beckoning unto his driver's attention who spared him a questioning look through the rear view mirror.

"Mr Rainbows."

"There's a pest in my office. A pest I'm planning to turn to a pet." She was quite pretty. Only a little polishing and pampering and she'd be his type of girl. He tried not to imagine what her reaction would be if he asked her out sooner but he couldn't save himself as he ended up creating a bewildered look on her cute face. Bright green eyes opened widely, a scream escaping her lips and she'd jump on him happily. Or on the other hand, she would slap him again and tell him he's crazy before presenting a resigning letter to him. As far as that was possible, it couldn't happen. There was no way he was going to get insulted twice by the same human. And Ms McGraw didn't look just ordinarily innocent, she looked like the morally upright and no nonsense type so if he was going to avoid her annoyance, then he had to take it slow. Start off with official dates, gifts, cards, chocolates and flowers. Then move to giving her intentional accidental kisses and advanced touches. Ask her out more often, act like he's finally falling for her and then he'd drop the real words. All those, he must do within the next one month.

The persistent horns from the car snapped him out of his thoughts and he looked around, only to find out it was Darren doing that. His jaw clenched, "What the hell, Darren?! What were you trying to do?"

" I only tried to pull you out of your thoughts. You kept smiling and it was very strange of you. Sorry if I disturbed you but you were talking about some pest in your office and I'm thinking your phrase should belong to a figure of speech or something. Do you mind to tell me the meaning?"

A smile came across his face as he leant back against the chair. And as if he just had the last shot he could take for the day, he chortles, "Tell dad I would be fulfilling his wish sooner_I would be getting married soon."

"Soon?" Darren repeated, the word lingering on his lips as that very readable expression comes across his face. Shock. Of course, he knew his boss was going to get married one day. But that day could be imagined to come in the next ten years, knowing how much his boss liked to fuck and dumb. And how his boss had refused to go into any relationship ever since Lynn's. But that 'soon' sounded like in the next few months, yet it was unbelievable to think that the popular play boy had found another girl he likes. Probably loves.

"Of course, soon! She's really pretty and intelligent so I don't have to worry about dad not liking her. All I have to think is about getting her to accept me and about getting her to go along with Cannon." That actually seemed like a joke to Darren. He wondered what girl wouldn't accept getting married to the not only famous, but hot and renowned sex god called Mr Rainbows. And Cannon was actually more like his father who had always been barely bothered, didn't like socializing with most people and made sure to keep his borders. Except the latter was a little more grumpy than his father. To say, in short, Cannon didn't like to bother himself about whoever his father associated with as far as he was given his freedom and his father's love for him didn't diminish a bit. So Darren wondered what problem Cannon would have with Kelvin's new girlfriend if she was truly intelligent, like he said.

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Beryl could feel her heart beating faster as she approached her desk. Not only was she late, but she was also feeling very uneasy in the dress she wore. Her sister had forced her to put on some makeup and wear another of the pretty dresses she didn't like. The black gown did not only show off her curves, but also stopped on her middle thighs and the goddamn thing was V-neck. The heels she wore wasn't helping matters, nor was the hairstyle she made. And to top it all, she had to be remembered how rude she was too her boss the day before.

As she settled on the chair, Beryl decided she wasn't going to see Mr Rainbows today and she was going to leave earlier. Heaving a sigh, she glanced around the room and when it seemed like there wasn't anyone else on the floor with her, she breathed out a smile and told herself it was going to be a better day. But she had less than a minute to rejoice when the interphone rang out. She tensed when she saw it was her boss and debated on picking it or not. She didn't want to believe, however, that he was in his office already watching her through the demarcation.

"Hello, Mr Rainbows." She tried to sound the least agitated or afraid. But damn, it was hard not to hang up rudely.

"Come to my office already. And bring me coffee," He ordered in his husky voice that was turning more and more familiar to her already. Immediately he had finish his statement, she ended the call and placed the mobile down, cursing him under her breathe. She hadn't planned to meet him today. In fact, she hadn't planned to listen to his voice.

" You would be alright, Lilac. "She told herself, biting her bottom lip as she stood up to attend to his order. She had no idea where to get coffee but she had no choice either. Frowning, she turned around and stamped out of the room, hoping to find Snow.

She bit her bottom lip nervously, making sure not to mishandle the cup in her left hand as she walked into his office. This time, she found him standing across the room and watching every of her movement already and she could swore her heart skipped a bit. Nervousness made flutters in her lungs. Butterflies made flips in her stomach. She stood there erected, waiting for his permission to come in. She didn't want to mess up again and she had promised herself not to rant at him. Well, she prayed he wasn't going to make her flip out.

"Come in," He instructed, nodding at her as he turned around, hands still tucked in his pockets and walked to his desk. He wore a dress shirt that was not buttoned up and barely tucked in his black pants. And she'd notice he didn't like putting on shoes while in the office. As he sat, he glanced up at her again and eyed her, "Are your feet glued to that spot?" Sarcasm!

She snapped out of her trance when his voice traveled loudly and flushed, she walked to the chair opposite him, trying not to mind his watchful eyes on her.

"You asked me to bring coffee," She was glad not to stutter as she placed the mug on a deserted area of his desk. He nodded at her statement, not taking his eyes off her, "I didn't ask you to sit, yet." Her cheeks flushed as her eyes widened. Not surprised, but angry. He wasn't just a jerk, was he? He was also a spoilt brat, rubbing his superiority over her on her face. But she tried hard not to lash out, and stood up as instructed.

"Sorry," She managed to say, forcing herself not to glare at the hottie before her.

"Actually, Ms McGraw, you look great today, I must say," Another of his compliment? Just after being mean to her? And she tried to wonder how a flatter of his managed to turn her anger to be nervousness... Nervousness? Although she'd like to deny it, she could feel a part of her get excited at his compliment and a part of her no longer regretting being this dressed up. Only that she still had to admit she didn't like being exposed.