Ava White manages to snag a spot to interview to famous CEO of Gray Enterprise, which is extremely rare. Christian Gray seems to find Ava intriguing and he trust her to be a hard and loyal worker to Gray Publishing after an embarrassing first impression. They bump into each other everywhere, the streets, restaurants, shops. Soon, sparks begin to fly around. Christian with his bossy and sometimes sweet attitude and Ava with her stubborn and sarcastic demeanor. And, who knew a cold CEO can actually fall in love?

(NOTE: HUGE, I MEAN, HUGE, CREDITS TO E.L. JAMES, AUTHOR OF THE FIFTY SHADES TRILOGY! I’M A HUGE FAN OF HER WORK!

Chapter 1
My phone started ringing as I picked it up immediately after seeing the caller ID; Gray Industries. “Hi!” I answered, sounding maybe a bit too excited.

“Hi, is this Ava White?” a professional voice asked.

“Yes!” I said, squeezing my eyes shut, waiting to hear what’s next.

“Mr. Gray agrees to interview you tomorrow at ten o’ clock sharp and he says to not be late,” she said.

Inside, I’m screaming. “Thank you. I’ll be there on time,” I said as professionally as possible.

When I hung up I started dancing with joy, literally! Finally! He finally agreed! I had been so persistent, I think I kind of annoyed him.

But anyways, if you walked in on me right now, I might’ve seemed like I was drunk.

Then my roommate, Grace James, walked in, “Um, are you okay?”

I stopped dancing as I spun around and grinned at her, probably looking like an idiot, “Yes! I feel amazing! I did it! I got Mr. Gray to interview me!”

Grace’s face split into a similar grin, “Oh my god! Congrats!”

“I know!” I said giddily, “And I already have everything ready! My questions, my outfit. Everything!”

“And you were so sure they were going to call you?” she asked laughing.

“Yes!” I said, “I’m gonna go run downstairs for some lunch. Want anything?”

“Nah, I’m fine,” she said.

I headed downstairs to the nearby coffee shop. I ordered my usual, a coffee and strawberry donut. I was too busy thinking about tomorrow that I accidentally bumped into someone, spilling my coffee all over them.

I gasped, “Oh my god! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I was distracted!”

“No, it’s fine,” said a clipped, low voice, it was obviously not fine.

I looked up and saw the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, as clique, as that sounded. He has a perfect, straight nose, perfectly sculpted pink lips, stunning gray eyes, is it weird that I’ve never seen anyone with gray eyes? But moving on, he had a strong jaw.

Oh hot damn, I felt my panties turning wet.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“It’s fine,” he growled. It was so not fine. He brushed past me walking out the exit.

Nice going Ava, nice going, said my subconscious.

I ignored that part of me as I walked out shop, munching on my donut.

I headed back to my apartment, well, technically Grace’s apartment. Grace was a year older then me but I met her in high school and we went to the same college so we were pretty close. Grace’s parents were rich so Grace could afford it.

My mom is currently living in Kansas City and I am living in Seattle, Washington. But she’s not alone, she has her third husband, Ryan, with her and she’s happy. I think she might even be settling down now since she’s been with him for two years and haven’t divorced yet, which is rare, since her relationships last for only a year and she or he breaks it off. But her first husband, my dad, past away when I was six and he got into a car accident. It took a while for me and mom to get used to it and to feel fine when people talked about him but I still missed him.

When I got back to the apartment Grace was fast asleep in her room. Of course.

She could sleep through hurricanes and she slept every time she could but I knew she was going to wake up for dinner and I better started cooking.

I ended up making spaghetti because the fridge was running out of food.

Just when I put everything down, Grace walked out of her room, “Is it time for dinner?”

“Yes, sleepyhead,” I answered as she yawned, very unladylike.

We ate our dinner in silence as she asked, “You got your questions and everything else ready?”

“Yup. Should I be feeling nervous or excited?” I asked.

“A bit of both. I mean, hello! Most richest and eligible bachelor and CEO of Gray Industries. You gotta impress him to get the job! And you should be feeling excited because you finally got the interview you wanted!” said Grace excitedly.

“You seem more excited then me,” I said laughing.

“Whatever,” she said rolling her eyes.

“I spilled coffee on a man,” I said. “What?” she asked, confused. I told her everything that happened at the cafe and she ended up laughing at me.

She was such a good friend, wasn’t she?

Chapter 2
“Wake up! Ava! You’re going to be late!” yelled Grace.

My eye flew open, “Oh no! Oh my god! What time is it?”

“Ten,” she said.

“Ugh!” I scolded myself, “How can I sleep in today? Now I need to rush!”

I scrambled out of bed, grabbing my clothes and headed into the bathroom for a shower.

I quickly applied my make up and shoved breakfast into my mouth. Grace made breakfast, French toast and scrambled eggs. The only two kinds of food she knew how to make.

I brushed my teeth quickly and rushed out the door, “Bye Grace! I’m heading out!”

I headed into my old Beetle and drove to Gray Industries.

I rushed in and every single pair of eye in the lobby turned to me as I stumbled in.

I felt my cheeks heat up. Talk about embarrassing and unprofessional.

I quickly straigthened my posture and walked to the front desk with my coffee in hand, which I grabbed before running out the door.

I also noticed that everyone working here was blonde. Hmm, I guess Mr. Christian Gray liked blondes.

“Hi, I’m here to interview Mr. Gray,” I stated.

“Oh! Yes!” she said and glanced at her computer, “Ava? Ava White?”

“Yes,” I confirmed as she walked me to a door.

Just then, the door next to Mr. Gray’s office opened and out came Ella.

“Ava?” she asked surprised.

“Ella! Wow! It’s been a while since we saw each other!” I exclaimed.

Ella shooed the other secretary away as she turned back to me, “So, why are you here?”

“I’m interviewing Mr. Gray to work for Gray Industries. Why are you here?” I asked back.

“I’m his assistant and I’ve heard someone was coming in to interview him. Very rare. Just be careful, okay? He’s very cold and strict,” she warned.

I smiled, “Thank you.”

“Go on,” she said.

“Ella? I’m feeling nervous now. Am I supposed to be?” I asked.

“With him? A bit,” she said then she smiled assuringly, “You’re going to be fine. I promise.”

When I didn’t move, she pushed me lightly, “Go!”

And just with that push, I stumbled, almost falling flat on my face, in spilling my coffee everywhere.

I glanced up, my face beat red.

A handsome, young man, also knows as, Christian Gray cleared his throat.

Oh my god. He was handsome.

I straigthen up immediately, “Oh no! Hi, Mr. Gray! I’m so sorry! I promise I did not mean to spill coffee all over your floor.”

My face was burning and my subconscious started laughing at me.

“I’m sorry,” I murmur.

“Laura! Clean it up!” I heard him call.

A lady with a mop came rushing in, cleaning the mess I made.

Oh no. Now I fell horrible. I spilled it, I should be cleaning it up.

“Here, let me help,” I offered holding out my hand for the mop.

She shook her head quickly and returned to work.

“Please?” I asked.

She refused as she continued mopping.

I grabbed the mop from her, yes, I grabbed it. She wasn’t going to let me.

I quickly finished mopping everything up as I handed it back to her and I smiled, “Thank you.”

She hurried out the room as I turned back to Mr. Gray.

“Take a seat,” he said in a low, dangerous voice that sent shivers down my spine.

I sat down in the chair in front of him as I got a good look at him and our eyes widened at the same time.

He was the guy I spilled coffee on in the coffee shop!

Oh god! I am so not getting this job!

“You spill coffee everywhere, don’t you?” he asked in a cold voice.

I lowered my head, “I’m sorry, Mr. Gray. Please forgive me.”

“Name?” he asked.

Wow.

“Ava. Ava White,” I said, surprised at his mood change.

He nodded as I started the interview, “Um, first question; how long have you been working at Gray Enterprise?”

“Four years,” he answered.

“Wow, that’s amazing. And you’re so young!” I said cocking my head at him, “Why did you inherit this company when you were only twenty two?”

“My father past away when I was still studying. I went to college to study more about economics and finance,” he answered.

“And you did an amazing job,” I said offering him a smile.

“Thank you,” he said curtly.

The interview actually went pretty smoothly. At the end, I couldn’t help but ask, “The suit that I spilled coffee on, is it okay?”

He nodded.

I handed him my resume, “And thank you for letting me interview you even after an embarrassing first impression. I’m so sorry about the coffee.”

He nodded again.

“Thank you again. Are you willing to give me a call?” I asked.

He didn’t answer as my stomach churnedd uneasily.

“Um, good bye, Mr. Gray,” I said quietly.

“Good bye, Ms. White,” he dismissed.

I rushed out of the building as I headed into my car.

“Oh my god Ava. You are so stupid and clumsy! Why in the world would he ever want you to work for him? You have to be blonde, sophistacated and beautiful! You have made a horrible first impression. I mean seriously?! Spilling coffee on that seriously looking expensive suit?” I scolded myself out loud.

I heard a light knock on my window as I turned my head towards the passenger’s window.

There stood Mark, probably laughing as I rolled down the window.

He peeked his head inside and behind me, “Is someone here with you?” he asked chuckling.

“No…” I said trailing off.

“Are you scolding yourself again?” he asked as I pouted, nodding. He started laughing, “What were you talking about?”

“About how I’m never going to get a job at Gray Enterprise. I made a horrible first impression on Mr. Gray by pouring coffee all over his expensive suit, then saw him again and spilled coffee over his floor. Jeez, God is not on my side,” I scowled.

“I think that you did fine. I’m sure you did. If Gray Enterprise doesn’t want you, then they don’t know what they’re missing on,” he said smiling at me.

“Thank you Mark. But I’m going to get going and relax at home and let out all my stress in a tub of ice cream,” I said grinning.

He grinned back, “Okay, bye.”

I waved as I started the car and headed home that was half an hour away but an hour because my car was slow.

I was around half a mile away from home when I felt the car starting to tilt.

“What the hell?” I murmur as I stop the car and climbed out.

I started inspecting my car slowly until I noticed the tire was flat.

I groaned. Ugh. I had an extra tire in the back but I had no idea how to switch tires.

What am I going to do?

I would call Grace but she would be no help. Though, she might pick me up and ditch my car out here in the highway, which I did not plan on doing.

I am so dead. I didn’t know anyone that knew how to change a tire, maybe some but they weren’t around.

Why? Oh, why?

I started to push the car as hard as I could and it moved about an inch or so.

I sighed, this was hopeless.

I saw a sleek, sports car stop behind me.

I cocked my head, curious at who the driver was.

And out stepped Christian Gray smirking at me, “That’s what you drive?”

“Shut up,” I mutter, “I’m proud of her.”

I gasped as I covered my mouth, “Uh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to tell you to shut up. It just slipped out.”

“What are you doing here? In the middle of the highway? It’s dangerous,” he said, ignoring what I said.

“Flat tire,” I replied.

“Surprising,” he said sarcastically.

“What do you mean by that?” I demanded.

“Your car,” he said.

I gasped, “What is wrong with my car?”

“It’s old,” he replied.

“Well, I can’t do anything about that. I don’t have to money to get a new car,” I said.

He rolled his eyes, “Get in.”

I cocked my head at him, confused, “What do you mean?”

He nodded to his car, his very sleek looking sports car, probably an 2014 Audi R8. Wow.

“What about my car?” I asked.

“Get in,” he said bossily.

I pouted and climbed onto the passenger seat. It was very low and comfortable.

He was still outside talking on a Blackberry before climbing onto the driver’s seat.

“So…we’re just going to be leaving my car out in the highway?” I asked biting my lip.

“No,” he said.

“Okay…” I trailed off, “My apartment is just half an hour away.”

I told him the address and soon, we were by my apartment building.

“Um, thanks for the ride,” I said, “And my car…?”

“It’s going to be here in half an hour,” he said and handed me his business card.

“Thank you, Mr. Gray,” I said, “Drive safely.”

I headed to the front door and went inside.

Chapter 3
“Wake up!” yelled Grace.

She always seemed to be screaming in me ear to wake up.

“What?” I grumbled.

“Gray Enterprise is calling you!” she yelled again.

She is so immature.

My eyes flew open, “What? Give me my phone! Why do you have my phone?”

She laughed as she handed me my phone. “Hi, this is Ava White,” I said to my phone.

“Hi, Miss White. Congratulations! You have been accepted to work at Gray Publishing. You are going to be Brandon Ferrall’s assistant starting next week on Tuesday at nine o’ clock. Do not be late,” she said and told me the address as I scribbled it down.

“Wow, um, thank you! I have a question,” I said, “Did Mr. Gray have doubts on accepting me to be working for his company?”

“No, I think he was pretty sure of you but Mr. Ferrall was a bit puzzled and uncertain but I am sure that you will do an amazing job. I trust Mr. Gray’s judgement,” she said.

“Thank you,” I said, pleased.

“No problem. Do not be late on Tuesday,” she warned.

“Thank you so much,” I said again, grinning.

I hung up and jumped up and started dancing around, “I’ve been accepted!”

Grace said, “Mr. Gray didn’t have any doubts about you? Hmm. You spilled coffee on him and his floor. That’s interesting.”

“Who cares? Let’s celebrate!” I cheered.

“Okay, tonight at the club, how’s that?” asked Grace.

I gave her a thumbs up before heading to the bathroom to wash up and brush my teeth after having my lunch since I didn’t wake up for breakfast.

3 Hours Later~~

I felt crazy drunk.

“Let’s play a game!” I yelled to the stranger I was dancing with as I pulled him to the bar as he ordered twenty shots.

“We each drink ten shots and whoever is done first wins and if you lose, you ring the golden bell,” I said giggling hysterically, pointing at the golden bell.

“Sure,” he said.

“Ready, set, go!”

I yelled as I grabbed the first shot and downed it, one after another.

I gulped down everything and I was done before him.

“Whooo!” I yelled, “You have to ring the bell!”

He climbed onto the table as I followed, yelling, “Drink are on him! Free drinks and he’s paying!”

He rung the golden bell as everyone cheered.

I finished off a bottle of Vodka and I suddenly felt queasy.

“I’m gonna step out for a while!” I yelled to Grace, over the music as I stumbled out the bar and pulled out my phone, pressing the first call button.

“Hello?” I heard a male’s voice say.

“Hi!” I slurred, “I’m drunk.”

“Where are you?” he asked.

“At a club,” I answered, giggling.

“Which one?” he asked.

“I don’t know. The one nearest to where I live,” I answered, laughing, “I had so much fun! I won a game with someone I didn’t know and made him ring the golden bell. That’s the first drinking contest I won!”

“I’m coming to get you,” he said.

I laughed, “Hurry up, okay? We don’t have all night. Who are you?”

“Christian Gray,” he replied.

I bursted out laughing, “You’re lying. Why would I call you?”

“You did,” he said and hung up.

“Bossy,” I yelled at my phone.

I sat there, giggling.

“Get up,” I heard the same male voice said.

I cocked my heead up at him, “Who are you? Aren’t you the guy I called earlier?”

“Yes,” he said, “Get up.”

“Bossy!” I yelled at him as I stood up, “Where are you bringing me? What about Grace? I don’t have keys, I do but I didn’t bring them. Grace did. How am I going to get home?”

“Shut up, will you?” he grumbled.

“Uh oh,” I muttered, “I feel something coming up!”

He quickly lead me to the side of the streets and lifted up the hair as I bent down and everything rushed out my mouth, disgustingly.

After I was done puking I started laughing again as I sighed, “If you were really Mr. Gray, I would kill myself of embarrassment. I’m just wondering why he would still accept me after a bad first impression.”

He lead to me to a car. “Are you going to kidnap me?” I asked.

“No,” he said, “We’re heading over to my place.”

Soon, I was in his living room as he handed me a glass of water.

I felt a little less drunk by now and stopped the giggling as I drank the water.

“Let’s get you to your room,” he said.

He lead me to a room as he sat me down on the bed and turned to walk out.

I grabbed his hand, “Wait. I can’t sleep with a dress on. Can you help me take it off? Please?”

His hands slowly went to the back of my strapless dress and slowly unzipped it.

I turned back around when he was done as I smiled at him, “Thank you.”

I leaned forward and pecked his lips lightly, “Good night.”

He walked out the room as I stepped out of my dress and slipped off my shoes and climbed into the comfortable bed, falling asleep.

Chapter 4
I woke to a huge headache and an unfamiliar room.

My eyes went wide as I looked down at what I was wear, nothing. Except my bra and panties.

I nearly let out a scream as I buried my face into the pillow.

God, Ava! How can you be so stupid! Why would you sleep with someone when you’re drunk?! Why would you let someone take advantage of you!? What is wrong with you! You lost your virginity to a stranger!

I smacked my forehead. Oh, jesus.

I looked around the room, trying to at least find something familiar, but nope. Nada. Zip. Zero.

I looked next to me and found a desk with a shirt on it and some advil and a cup of water.

I took it and noticed that it was a men’s shirt, that was big.

I decided to pull it on anyways and it just covered my ass, thank god for that.

I slowly walked out of the room, after taking the medicine for my headache, peeking my head out, as if I was a spy.

“You don’t need to do that,” said a familiar male voice as I jumped and let out a small shriek.

I glanced up and there sat Christian, a cup in his hand.

“W-What are you doing here?” I asked, immediately self conscious because of the shirt and how short it was.

“This is my place,” he said.

“So, you weren’t lying about your name?” I asked.

“No. Would you like breakfast?” I asked.

I shook my head. “You know you can move, right? You don’t need to stand there,” he said.

I slowly walked out.

“Why am I here?” I asked, my head still throbbing but slowly fading away.

“You were drunk. Did you remember anything?” he asked.

“No,” I said slowly, “No, I don’t. Did I do something bad? Did I embarrasse myself really badly?”

“You puked,” he said.

“And…?” I pressed on, “I woke up in only a bra and panties. We didn’t do it right?”

“No, you told me to unzip your dress,” he said as if it was no big deal.

My eyes popped out of my socket, “What?! Why did you listen to me? You actually did it?”

He nodded.

I groaned, “God. I’m sorry Christian, I mean, Mr. Gray.”

“We aren’t at work,” he said.

“Sorry,” I murmur.

“Christian, dear?” I heard a voice call as Christian jumped up.

“Who…?” I asked, trailing off.

“My mother,” he replied, “Um, go to my room and grab something to wear for pants before my mother sees you.”

Huh. He noticed.

I quickly went into a random room and I happened to walk into Christian’s room, I think. It was very neat.

His bed was made, his desk has a Mac computer and a MacBook Pro along with a thick binder and papers and a lamp. It was very big.

I went to a random drawer as my face heat up at what I saw, his briefs.

I cleared my throat as I closed that drawer and continued looking.

The middle drawer were his shorts as I grabbed the smallest one.

I could hear voices outside but I couldn’t make out what they were saying.

It was still to big. I sighed as I pulled the shorts to one side and tied it, so the waist part was smaller.

I slowly walked out to the living room, seeing Mrs. Gray.

I gave her a sheepish smile, “Hi, Mrs. Gray.”

“Christian…?” she said, raising her eyebrows at Christian.

“Mother, this is Ava. She works for the publishing house,” introduced Christian.

“Ava! My name is Stella and please, don’t be so formal. Call me Stella. I feel old when people call me Mrs. Gray. Would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow and I’ll introduce you as Christian’s girlfriend! So, what do you say? Dinner tomorrow? Christian can pick you up. What do you like to eat? Lobster? Steak? Oysters? Tell me what you like and we can make it for you. What kinds of appetizers do you like? Dessert?”

Girlfriend?

“Mother,” said Christian sternly.

“Yes, sweetheart?” asked Mrs. G – Stella.

“Stop it. You’ll scare her away,” said Christian, “She’ll have dinner with you and I’ll pick her up.”

Stella grinned, “Okay Christian, Ava. See you tomorrow!”

When she left, I turned to him, “Dinner? Girlfriend?”

“You’re the first girl that she’s ever saw me with – ,” he paused, as if to say something else but continued, “And she’s dramatic so if you refused, she would be sulking for days.”

“I think she’s cute,” I said, smiling, “It must be nice to have parents to return to anytime you like and your mom isn’t that bad. I think she’s just a little bit excited.”

He scoffed, “Would you like breakfast now?”

“I’m fine,” I said.

“No you aren’t. You haven’t ate anything since you woke up,” he said.

“Which I’m used to,” I replied, “I swear. I’m fine.”

“Go shower and when you’re done, come back,” he said, “There will be clothes in the bathroom. Jesse brought them.”

I obiedenlty went to find the bathroom and picked the room with the bag of clothes in it.

After pulling off my – well, Christian’s – clothes, I stepped into the shower.

Twenty minutes later, I was done as I rummaged through the bag.

There was a plain white tee shirt, with skinny jeans and a pair of white converse. There was even a bra and panties.

Wow.

Everything fit perfectly as I walked out the bathroom and into the kitchen again and there were two plates of food.

One in front of Christian, which he was eating an omelette and a plate opposite of him full of food.

He picked his head up from the newspaper he was reading.

“Sit,” he demanded.

Jeez. Bossy.

I sat down in front of him as he nodded at the food, “Eat.”

“All of it?” I asked.

“All. Of. It,” he said.

I pouted as I stuck my fork into a pancake and pushed it in my mouth, chewing slowly.

When I was half done, I dropped my fork, “I’m full.”

“No you aren’t. Eat it all,” he said.

“I’m full,” I whined.

“I have a problem with wasted food,” he said.

I sighed and forced myself to finish the rest up.

Jeez, he’s so bossy.

“There. Done,” I said, putting down my fork after finishing it off.

“Are you okay with having dinner with my mom?” he asked.

I smiled, “Yes, I’m fine with it. I would like to meet my boss’s boss’s family. Are they like you?”

“What do you mean by that?” he demanded.

“Stern, never smiles, super serious, hard working,” I listed.

He glared at me as I smirked.

“Miss White, are you smirking at me?” he asked playfully.

God, mood swing alert!

“I am,” I comfirmed.

“If you were mine, I would take you across the knee,” he growled.

I surpressed my shiver but my heart lifted when he said ‘if you were mine,’ but the key work was if.

Chapter 5
v”Would you like to have coffee with me this afternoon at two?” he asked as he dropped me off in front of my apartment.

Say yes! my subconscious yelled at me.

“Sure,” I said, trying to sound as calm and collected as possible.

Then he flashed me one of those rare, dazziling smiles and I almost melted in front of him.

“I’ll pick you up,” he said as I walked and he drove off.

He. Just. Asked. Me. Out. For. Coffee.

Which is practically a date!

I hope.

I skipped to my apartment happily as Grace grinned as she saw me, “Tell. Me. Everything and why you’re so happy.”

“No, Grace. We didn’t do it. But, just then, he asked me out! To coffee at two!” I said excitedly.

“Wow. This is something new. You’re actually excited, for a boy,” said Grace, “Are you okay?”

SHe touched my forehead as I smacked it away, “Stop it.”

“Okay, fine. Let’s get you dressed up for your coffee date,” said Grace.

“I’m not even sure if it’s a date,” I said.

“Of course it’s a date, silly. He asked you out for coffee which mean, he wants to see you more and get to know you. I’ve heard that he’s very cold and doesn’t let anybody in,” she said, opening my closet doors.

“Does he have many ex girlfriends?” I asked, curious.

“I don’t know. Probably yes, but it has never said so in a magazine,” said Grace, pulling out a short red dress.

I don’t even remember buying that!

“Grace, are you crazy? We are not going to a club. We’re having coffee,” I said, pulling the dress back inside, “I should settle for something casual, like jeans and a tee.”

“But that’s what you always wear!” whined Grace.

“And I like what I wear. I’m comfortable in it,” I said.

“Let’s try something new. How about a mini skirt?” she asked.

I gave her a look as she huffed and pulled out a yellow, flowy sundress.

I gave it a look and nodded, “That is appropriate.”

Grace grinned, “Good. Now change and after you’re done, sit down and let me do youur makeup.”

“As long as it’s not crazy,” I said, she waved me off.

I headed into the bathroom and pulled on the dress. It slipped on perfectly and it was new.

I walked back outside and sat down in my chair.

Grace started helping me with some waterprook eyeliner and mascara and light eye shadow, it was a white-ish shade and some lip gloss.

“Okay, you’re done,” said Grace, satisfied.

Then the doorbell rang, “Oh! He’s here!” said Grace excitedly.

She seemed more excited then me and I was the one going on the date.

I heard the front door open, “Hi! My name is Grace, Ava’s roommate and best friend! I’ve heard a lot about you Christian! It’s so nice to finally meet you! How are you? DO you have any criminal records? Do you do drugs?”

I decided to interupt, clearing my throat, “Um, Grace? Please, calm down.”

Christian’s eyes flickered to me, checking me out as I felt heat rush to my cheeks and feeling relief at the approving look.

“Ava,” he said smoothly.

Holy crap.

“Hi,” I said shyly and slowly walked over.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked.

“Yes, let me just get my bag,” I said heading back into my room as Grace followed.

“Okay, be careful out there. Here, open your mouth,” she said as I cocked an eyebrow but obeyed as she sprayed the minty breath freshner thing.

“Oh my God! Did my breath smell?” I asked.

“No. That was a just in case,” she said.

“Okay, okay. Bye. I’ll get going,” I said.

“You’re growing up so fast,” sniffed Grace.

I rolled my eyes and pulled her in for a hug, patting her back.

I headed back to the door where Christian was patiently waiting.

“Um, sorry for keeping you waiting,” I said smiling sheepishly.

“Let’s go,” he said holding out his arm to lead me out the door.

He opened my door to his very fancy sports car.

It was around a six minute drive to the coffee shop.

I climbed out as we headed in and took a seat as a waitress came out, “Hello, welcome. What would you guys like today?”

“What I normally have,” said Christian.

“Um, I’ll just have the original,” I said.

She nodded and turned away, walking.

“Um, Christian, am I allowed to call you that?” I asked.

He nodded curtly, not saying anything.

“Thank you for the job, can you tell me who I’m working for?”

“Christopher Wilde,” he replied as the coffee came.

I nodded slowly, “So, I’m starting next Tuesday?”

He nodded as he sipped his coffee, “Is that okay?”

“Yes, that’s fine,” I said smiling as I cupped my coffee, warming my hands.

It was getting quite chilly these past days. Winter was definitely coming.

We managed to have an easy conversation.

“Thank you, Mr. Gray,” I said gratefully as he dropped me off in front of my apartment building door.

“We’re not at work,” he said.

I smiled, “Thank you Christian. I had a wonderful time with you. See you next Tuesday.”

He nodded and pulled off as I watched the car speed away.

“Grace! I’m home!” I called as I entered the apartment.

“Ah!” she shrieked, “How did it go? Tell. Me. Everything.”

“Grace, we didn’t do anything. We just talked about my new job,” I said.

Grace scoffed, “Young people are so boring.”

“You’re a year older then me Grace,” I said putting my bag down, “It’s quite chilly out.”

“It is, now make me some dinner,” she said in a bossy but friendly tone.

I laughed, “Okay. What would you like?”

Chapter 6
Tuesday managed to come by quickly. I huffed as I pulled on my gray pencil skirt and white blouse along with my white pumps. I pulled my hair into a bun, trying to look as professional as possible.

Grace was still asleep but I quickly laid out some bacon and pancakes for her and headed for work with an apple in hand.

It was around a twenty minute ride.

I entered the office and I saw everyone in front of their computers, typing like mad.

The minute I took a step out the elevator, everyone’s eyes turned to me.

Someone stood up quickly, “Ms. White?”

I nodded as she continued, “Mr. Wilde is waiting for you in his office.”

She lead me to the back of the office and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” he said, his voice was deep.

She opened the door and I saw Mr. Wilde sitting in front of his computer, glancing at the door.

He had a muscular build, brown hair and eyes.

“Mr. Wilde,” I greeted.

“Ah, yes. Ms. White, I was waiting for you,” he said, “Come in. Marilyn, get back to work.”

She – Marilyn – closed the door behind her.

“Ms. White, you will be starting work immediately. I need you retype and fix Douglas Clark’s work and make five more copies by four. Also, grab me a coffee while you’re at it, your office is next door,” he said, handing me a thick binder.

I almost collasped at the weight of the binder. Damn that serious man.

“Yes, Mr. Wilde,” I murmur as I hurried out the office, walking into my own.

Jeez, he didn’t even let me unpack.

I set the binder in front of the computer, turned it on and headed into the coffee room, making a cup and walking back into Mr. Wilde’s office.

When I returned, I started my work.

Twenty minuets later, the phone started ringing.

I growled as I picked up, “Mr. Wilde’s office, how may I help you?” I snapped a bit to harshly.

I heard a deep chuckle on the other line, “Bad first day?”

I recognize that voice immediately as I straightened, I gasped, “Mr. Gray!”

“You didn’t answer my question Ava,” he said.

“Right, sorry. Kind of. Mr. Wilde already sent me a lot of work. I’m kind of busy, can you call back later?” I asked, “Everything is dued by four and I can’t risk giving him a bad impression.”

“I’ll talk to Mr. Wilde,” he said.

“No! I don’t want him thinking I’m a whiner,” I quickly said, still typing furiously.

“He won’t,” Christian replied and hung up.

I quickly put the phone down and continued typing.

The phone started ringing again.

Oh my god!

I picked up, “Mr. Wilde’s off – ”

“Everything is dued by five,” I heard he say and hung up.

I fell back in my chair as I sighed, not knowing what to feel.

I hurried to the coffee room, made myself a cup and headed back in.

I managed to fix the book and make five copies a little bit before five.

I knocked quietly, “Come in,” I heard him grumble.

“Mr. Wilde, I completed everything,” I said handing him back the binder and another binder with the other five copies.

“Thank you, Ms. White, did you have your lunch yet?” he asked.

I shook my head. “I haven’t either, would you like to have lunch together?” he asked.

When did he suddenly become nice?

“Christopher,” I heard a deep, masculine voice that sent shivers down my spine speak up.

“Mr. Gray!” Mr. Wilde said, standing up.

“Ms. White will be having lunch with me today,” said Christian.

Christian lead me out his office.

“We’re having lunch together? Since when?” I asked.

“Since before,” he said, “Don’t forget that I’m your boss’s boss.”

“Right,” I said, “Thank you for saving me, Mr. Gray.”

“You’re very welcome.”

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