Thankfully the rest of the week went off without a hitch. I made it my mission to at least make it a week, just to prove him wrong. He didn't even seem fazed by it but I was proud he hadn't scared me off. I had stuck my ground and yesterday I had gotten my first paycheck. This morning I woke with a spring in my step- I had plans! And when I say plans I mean apartment hunting and maybe finding some new work clothes. I could not wait to get out of my tiny, dingy apartment on the not-so-great part of town.
Living in Charlotte, North Carolina had so far been the best stop in my wide range of homes. My dad and I had moved around so much, trying to find a safe place for us to stay. We had finally settled in a small beach town in the very southern part of Florida but when he had died I didn't stick around for very long.
After driving around the city, hopefully finding a nicer place that was closer to work I found a few good options. I took part of my paycheck and used it as a deposit on a comfortable loft apartment only a few blocks from work. A solid ten minute walk to the office, three minutes if I was driving. Way better than the almost twenty-minute drive I was currently making. It was a loft in a historic building near downtown and I loved it the minute I walked in. There were large windows and brick accent walls mixed in with the crisp white walls. It had high ceilings and a good sized living area and kitchen. The kitchen had up to date appliances and I was so excited about the dishwasher. I had never had one before. There was one bedroom with its own ensuite bathroom and a walk in closet. I moved in next weekend and decided to spend the rest of the weekend packing my things.
Monday morning came all too quickly and I found myself dreading going into the office. I was still tender about being accused for stealing those files but I had decided I was going to try and move past it.
"Good morning Mr. Thorpe."
"Good morning Miss Lovett. My office please."
I followed him in and watched as he removed his suit coat and hung it up, his muscular arms stretching the fabric of his shirt as he lifted them. I could hear Raya groan in my head. He was a jerk but I couldn't deny he was one attractive man. Jackson was tall and fit. He wasn't huge like guys you see at the gym who lift and lift until every muscle is bulging in gross ways. He was lean and muscular. His jawline could cut glass and his dark hair was high and tight, curling a bit at the top and making me want to run my hands through it. I looked up to see his bright blue eyes on me and I knew I had been caught staring.
"What can I help you with Mr. Thorpe?"
"Do you have the files I asked for in my email this morning?"
"Yes," I replied setting them down on his desk. "There's also a revised plan for the meeting next week."
"That's it for now."
I smiled and left the room, I sat down at my desk and I could feel how drained my energy was. "Coffee.. I need coffee," I mumbled. I stood and made my way to the break room and made myself a cup, hesitating for a moment before deciding to be nice and make one for Jackson as well. Just because he was a jerk didn't mean I needed to be.
"Yes?" he looked up from his desk and I attempted to give a warm smile.
"I felt myself dragging a bit and thought you might need a pick me up as well. Coffee?" I offered the cup and he let out a sigh.
"Please. I guess what they say about Mondays is true," he replied, taking the cup from me. Our fingers brushed and the spark it sent through my body was enough to keep me going the rest of the day. I was sure he felt it too, but once again he seemed indifferent.
"Thank you Miss Lovett."
I managed a smile before walking out and practically collapsing at my desk.
I looked at the message on my computer.
I rolled my eyes and with a sigh walked back to his office.
"Yes, Mr. Thorpe?"
"Miss Lovett, did you check these before giving them to me?"
"I'm not sure what you mean," I replied, confused as to what he was now saying I had done wrong. Again.
"Did you check these before giving them to me, yes or no?"
"Of course I did. Is there something wrong?"
"Well, maybe the fact that none of them are the files I actually asked for?"
I exhaled, "I'm sorry sir. I must have grabbed the wrong pile." I walked back out to my desk and sure enough was the pile of files he had asked for. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry just do the job. Waste of time..." he mumbled as he took the files from me.
I grabbed the wrong files off his desk and turned with a huff back out to my desk.
Can we kill him yet? Raya smirked in my head and it made me laugh. She used to ask me that daily when we worked for Mr. Bettany.
"I thought you were in love? Something about him being our mate?" I replied. She huffed and I laughed again before continuing with my work.
The day began to drag on as it came to its close and I just about jumped out of my chair when that clock turned to five.
"Mr. Thorpe?" I asked as I tapped on the door.
"Hmm?" I heard him hum at me but he wasn't at his desk. I looked around the room and I saw him lying on the couch to the side, his sleeves rolled up and hand resting on his head.
I walked over to him, trying to hide the worry in my voice. "Are you okay?"
He attempted to wave me off, "It's just a headache, nothing major. Have a good night, Miss Lovett."
I walked out of the room and back in with a handful of pills. I poured a glass of water from the cart and took it to him, sitting on the coffee table across from the sofa. I leaned in and offered my hand filled with pills. "Here."
He looked up at me, "I'm fine."
"Don't be stubborn, just take the pills. They'll help."
He gave me a frown before taking the medicine from my hand and the water. "Thank you," he said as he laid back down with his eyes closed.
"You're welcome," I replied, trying not to let it go to my head. "Do you want me to get you anything? I can order you something to eat or have a car called so you don't have to drive home."
He looked up at me, his face tight, "Why are you being so nice?"
I straightened myself, "I'm always this nice Mr. Thorpe, you just haven't let me be this nice."
He scoffed and closed his eyes again, "Yeah sure."
I let out a sigh, not wanting to start an argument with this man at this moment. "Are you feeling better?”
He nodded his head, “A little, thank you.”
“Then, goodnight Mr. Thorpe," I spoke flatly in an attempt to hide my mild irritation. I stood and began to walk toward the door when I felt him behind me.
I turned around and looked up, meeting his eyes. "Yes, Mr. Thorpe?"
Suddenly I was pulled in to him, his arms woven around my waist. My hands instantly shot up, resting between his chest and mine and I could feel his warmth through the thin fabric of his shirt as my hand brushed his chest. His lips came crashing down to mine and I was enveloped in a passionate kiss. My whole body was telling me yes. This was my mate and I wanted him. I kissed him back but only for a moment before my mind caught up to me. This guy was a jerk. He had falsly accused me of espionage. He had belittled me and at times even terrified me. He had treated me rather horribly for almost two weeks, why was I falling into him like he deserved my affection? I could feel the anger swelling in me.
I pushed him off, shooting myself backward. I breathed deeply and slapped him hard across the face. I could feel the tears welling in my eyes but he was not about to see me cry, so I turned and rushed out of the office.