Marcus Grayson. The name alone dripped with power but the man behind it was just as much of a force to be reckoned with. I'd heard the stories. The billion dollar playboy with a highly respected, and exclusive, law firm of his very own. Anyone with a validated name, and a blackcard to match, was affiliated with his franchise, and I had just became one of them. It was now ten minutes after nine when I found myself in disbelief, riding a private car up to his floor at the top of the Grayson building. I'd honestly never seen a building so sleek in it's design. Everything modern yet still holding a sense of class to it. The floors were marbled in different lustrous shades of black, grey, white, the framing to all the walls and decor a sterling silver that seemed to glimmer as the sun hit it. The elevator was just as elegant in it's design. Not too hard but definitely shy from being gentle and serene.
My jitters were getting harsher as I neared the top, the numbers blurring from anxiety and loss of patience. "Please just hurry up..." I shuttered under my breath. It almost seemed as though time was frozen between each floor that I passed on my way up.
After meeting with one of Mr. Grayson's staff members, I realized that I'd yet to officially meet my employer and was simply riding off he say she say. A mix of both good and bad but idle gossip nonetheless. Most said he was arrogant and cocky...but could you honestly blame him? The man is technically responsible for one of the largest and most successful law firms, and is one of the most credible lawyers in the city. His authority demanded respect and obedience, Marcus Grayson was easily a lawyer that could play judge, jury and executioner if he truly wished to.
A soft chime finally snaps be back into reality and I realize I've reached the top, stepping out of the elevator and smoothing my pencil skirt over my thighs. Fuck I was nervous and I couldn't stop myself from shaking a little. I take a deep breath in, letting my gaze flicker from decoration to decoration before I finally cast my sight onto a male at the front desk. Even with his back turned towards me his presence alone was electric and caused me to swallow thickly. The lines of his shoulders were sharp as the luxurious fabric pulled smoothly against his muscles. He hadn't taken note of me yet which I was all too thankful for. I would definitely need to make a pit stop to the cathedral during my lunch break, five seconds with this man, not even seeing his face or hearing the rasp in his tone, and I needed to make a few confessions to the priest.
His suit was a charcoal black with no design threaded into the fabric, just a simple clean cut and crisp tailored suit that was obviously custom fitted to fit his physique. Oh and what a physique that was. I really had to catch myself before I started drooling, what am I doing? This was my boss. He had to be. Taking a step forward I flinch as my heel clicks against the marbled floor which sure enough catches his attention and causes him to turn in my direction. Holy shit. All of my train of thought is immediately lost, along with anything I could will myself to say.
I register a voice, and for a brief second I think it's mine only-- it's male, and it's coming from behind me which does nothing to break my gaze, still focused on him and him alone. "Amelia! You're late!" The staff member scolds before bringing his hand to the small of my back and guiding me closer to h i m. "Mr. Grayson, this is Amelia Ivashkov. The secretary I hired for you. I think you'll find her skills are beyond exemplary. Though her punctuality may need revising." He adds in as he introduces me-- and poorly at that. Bravely I extend my hand to him, "I'm really sorry I'm late. I can't even excuse it..." I finally muster up coherent words and not just moaning noises that were in my head.
Something shifted in the air between us and he quickly dismissed the third party, leaving me alone with this...tall, magnificent, and violently magnetic man wearing a three piece suit that I wanted to slowly shred with my finger nails. Even as Mr. Saunders left our side I couldn't will myself to look away. What a first impression to have? Late, awkward and probably incredibly creepy. I could feel my face heating as he finally took my hand in his and shook it with a gentle firmness. This job was going to be my sure fire, and blazing, ticket to hell with all the sinful thoughts that were crossing my mind each passing second. He was just so...demanding and what made it worse was the simple fact that my body was so aware of him. My heart was racing and I realized that a minute had passed and I'd yet to let go of his hand, and quickly did, letting it fall back to my side and finally breaking his spell.
Look anywhere. Anywhere but him. "I really am sorry about being late. If I'm being honest, I underestimated the traffic flow to and from this building." I finally speak once more, looking behind him at the scenic view from his office window. His hazel orbs follow mine almost as if he's looking through them himself and he leads me into his office, taking a seat behind his desk with a dimple piercing smile. "It's no problem at all, please have a seat." Marcus said easing into his chair as he flatted the fabrics of clothing against his abdomen. "Would you like me to get us some coffee?"
The rasp in his voice sent chills down my spine. His voice was deep but so deliciously smooth all at the same time and it added to the package that was Marcus Grayson. "Uh...isn't that...isn't that my job?" I question bravely. After all I did arrive late, whose to say I even had a job at this point and he wasn't just entertaining me for shits and giggles? He emitted a throaty laugh. "Technically yes, but I want to use this first day to become more acquainted with one another." The dimples pierced into his cheeks as he smiled. "Your answer was a little unclear, was that a no?"
I wondered if this was a test, some sort rouse to test my work ethic. Shaking my head I smooth down the fabric of my skirt simply out of nerves, "No, no thank you. I've never been much of a coffee person but I should get you yours, if not out of courtesy than to simply learn your tastes..since it'll be my job to have it ready for you when you call for it." I answered politely.
"Sit, Amelia." He ordered quietly, my body obeyed instinctively and without a single objection, lowering myself into the seat in front of his desk and squeezing my knees together tightly as I tried not to fidget. "Yes, sir..." I inhale sharply before I answer in a quiet tone.
