The CEO

TWO MONTHS AGO...

(Graduation Day)

“Scar over here!”

I run towards my boyfriend. So excited that we finally graduated. College was too long! I’m ready to get out into the business world I’ve been applying like...everywhere! When I reach Jason I jump into his arms and he spins me around.

“We did it!”

“Yeah we did!” He replies lowering me to the ground.

“So are we going to lunch with your parents?” I ask and his smiles drops.

“Actually baby. I wanted to talk to you.” He leads me over to a bench and the two of us sit. He takes my hands in his. “Scarlett I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. I’m off to Harvard and you want to stay here in the city and get a job.”

“But Harvard is only four hours -”

“Scar I’m not finished.”

“Oh sorry!”

“I need to think seriously about where I see myself. Where I see us...”

Oh my god! This is it! The girls told me this was coming. He is totally going to propose!

“Scarlett. I think we should break up.”

“Yes! -wait what? YOU ARE BREAKING UP WITH ME?”

“Well yeah what did you think?”

“I thought you were proposing!”

“Why would I do that?”

“Jase, we have been together three years!”

“Look Scar I love you -”

“No! If you loved me you wouldn’t be breaking up with me!”

“But I plan to be Senator of New York before I’m thirty. I need a woman beside me who can handle that.”

“AND I CAN’T?”

“You want to work Scarlett...”

“Oh I’m sorry for wanting a career! You know what Jase? Fine! Piss off I don’t need you!”

I get up stomping away trying to ignore the crowd that had gathered around us. Jase, Jason Taylor. Son of a Senator. The love of my life. The guy who broke my heart!

PRESENT DAY...

“You’re the first one out of us to get a job. We are totally celebrating!” Beth slides into our booth with a bottle of champagne.

“I still don’t think I’m right for the job.” I say not trying to get my hopes up.

“Of course you are! Miss ‘top of her class’.” Claudia says encouragingly.

“Maybe I shouldn’t take it...” I mutter.

“This is about Jase isn’t it?” Beth asks and I shrug. “You have to get that jerk out of your head Scar. You deserve this!”

“When do you start?” Jackie asks.

“Monday, four days.”

The truth is it is the best job for me. My dream job really. My name is Scarlett Miller I’m twenty-two years old originally from a Texas but just graduated with a business degree from NYU. My roommates and I are all fresh out of college. Beth is going straight into medical school. Jackie is looking for work as a journalist and Claudia is desperate for a role on broadway. We are an odd bunch but have been stuck with each other since we roomed together freshman year.

“Oi! Earth the Scar! Drink up we are celebrating!” Claudia hands me a glass of champagne before downing her own.

The job is perfect. It is highly paid because of the crazy hours but it is for one of the biggest companies in the country, ‘Firefly Industries’.

“Tell is about your new boss.”

“I don’t know much. He didn’t interview me. I was interviewed by a woman named Mary she is in charge of all the assistants.”

“But you will be working for Dominic Peters, the hottest billionaire bachelor in the country?” Beth clarifies.

“I will be his executive assistant.” I explain and the girls squeal.

“This so cool! No one has seen him since he took over the company from his dad, he is so elusive.” Jackie gushes.

“Guys seriously, I’m excited about the job not the man. This is a great opportunity for me!”

“We know, we know.” Claudia says trying her best to pacify me. “I’m getting shots!” And she runs off to the bar.

Claudia comes back to our booth with a tray full of tequila shots together with lime and salt. She put the tray down on the table and the three of us gape at the amount.

“Claudia this is like shots for the whole bar. How much did this cost you?” I ask.

“We paid.” A male voice answers. A guy with skater like blonde hair in a navy business suit puts his arm around Claudia’s shoulders and she turn a deep shade of red.

“Girls, this is Eric.” She points to skater boy, “Matt,” Grey suit, white shirt, buzz cut. “Luke,” Black suit, pale blue shirt, black hair. “And Nic.” Black suit, black shirt, black tie, light brown hair and piercing blue eyes that are surrounded by thick black frames. All four guys are gorgeous. So ridiculously attractive it is a little unfair.

“So shots!” Matt says sliding into the booth. We seem to get partnered off. Claudia with Eric, Beth with Matt, Jackie with Luke and me with Nic. I’m not complaining at all I mean the guy is stunning. But my boyfriend just broke up with me... I can practically see Nic’s muscles through his suit but I know he is a player just by looking at him. His piercing blue eyes scream lust. Nic is sitting across from me and our gaze locks several times. When we aren’t staring at each other his leg bumps mine under the table. Just that small touch sends my heart racing.

Hold yourself together Scarlett seriously!

After the shots and polite conversation I’m too distracted in Nic’s eyes that I don’t notice that our group has left for the dance floor. Nic registers the look of shock on my face.

“They went to dance.” He explains. It is the first time I have heard his deep husky voice and I can practically feel my ovaries quiver. Oh my god!

“Oh right.” I say trying to sound semi together.

“You never said your name.” He states and I don’t know if he is actually asking me until he raises an eyebrow in question. He slides his black framed glasses off this face holding them casually in his hand.

“Uh... yeah... Scar. My name is Scar. I mean Scarlett actually. Everyone just calls me Scar.” I ramble.

I’m seriously losing it. I should just check myself in to a mental asylum now.

“You have an accent.” He states and again I’m unsure if it is actually a question.

“Um yes. I’m originally from Dallas. Well Irving actually but that is in Dallas County.” And there I go rambling again...

He nods slowly his face stays with a smirk plastered across it.

I find myself leaning on my elbows on the table just to get a closer look. This guy has to know he is gorgeous. Even the glasses are sexy. Every part me wants to just leap across this table and jump him. Oh my god did I just say that? I’m a whore...

As though he is reading my thoughts Nic leans into me across the table. His hand cups my face, his thumb brushes along my bottom lip and then without warning his lips press down on mine. I’m shocked at first but it doesn’t take me long to catch up. He bites at my bottom lip and I gasp allowing him to let his tongue explore ever corner. I breathe in his scent. Whatever cologne he is wearing smells expensive although everything about him drips money. He pulls away first and judging by his smirk I don’t mask my disappointment well. He slides out of the booth and extends his hand to me.

“Dance?”

“Uh I can’t really -”

“I can.” Of course you can. “I’ll help.”

“No really it’s -”

“Get up Scarlett.”

Slowly I get up, taking his hand in mine. His large hand engulfs my small one and suddenly he is literally dragging me to the dance floor. He places me in front of him so that we are facing each other. He puts my hands around his neck and his hands on my hips. My whole body starts to heat at his touch.

“Really I’m not a very good dancer.”

Nic leans in, smirk on his face. I feel his breath on my ear. His husky voice makes me melt.

“Any woman can dance she simply needs a strong man.” His breath gazes my neck. “Relax your knees and just move with me.”

I feel like Baby from Dirty Dancing when Johnny is teaching her how to dance although if it is possible I think I’m about ten times more uncoordinated.

Time passes and it feels like Nic and I are the only two people around. Nic has his body firmly pressed against mine and we are moving as one. I can feel the sexual tension as well as evidence of his arousal and that is making me blush even more.

One of his hands leaves my hip and brushes along my cheek.

“You are incredibly sexy when you blush.” Nic husky voice says in my ear and as my cheeks heat again he chuckles. “Very, very sexy.”

Nic leads me back to our booth as I feel my phone buzz in the pocket of my skinny jeans. I press the phone to my ear and plug my other ear with my finger to block out the noise.

“Hello!”

“Scar its me.” Beth’s voice just makes it through the phone. “We are taking the boys back to our apartment. Bring Nic.”

“Wait what?”

I don’t hear what else she says. Nic takes the phone off me and talks to Beth instead. When he hands me back the phone he takes my hand and leads me out of the club. We get outside and I turn to face him.

I will probably never see this guy again.

Making the most of the moment I wrap my arms around his neck and press my lips down against his. Nic doesn’t need any encouragement as he wraps his arms around my waist pulling me against him. I feel his hand move down to my butt. He cups my butt lifting me onto his waist. I wrap my legs around him and almost completely forget we are on a sidewalk in the middle of New York. Before I realise what is happening Nic slides me into a waiting limo.

“Are you taking me to my apartment?” I ask breaking the kiss once we are inside the car.

“Mine.” He says with smirk as the driver pulls away from the curb.