MIKHAILA
The doors to Nevex Corp swing open like a red carpet, and I walk through them like I own the damn place.
Whispers scatter all over, eyes flicker to me, but one pair lingers the most. A tall dark haired worker near the corner mutters "who is she? She's beautiful".
Out of the corner of my eyes I could spot Lorenzo heading my way. I turn to the worker and walk straight towards him.
A little flirtation wouldn't kill me, but it might kill him. "Really? Thank you, and you?." I trail my gaze from head to toe. "You look like trouble wrapped in handsome". He chuckles. I wasn't lying he was handsome but he wasn't the one I wanted on his knees. BEGGING. " I'm Mikhaila, and you are? …". Before he could answer my question.
I felt the air shift, I knew he was near before I saw him. That cold, hot thing he does to a room — like someone cranked the tension to eleven. Then his voice hits me. Rich. Dangerous. Still capable of making me forget every insult I had lined up. I hate that.
And then just like I expected, he was beside me, hands on my waist. His touch branding my skin through my dress.
"Mikhaila?, he looked at me like he couldn't believe his eyes. Then his gaze turned furious as he looked up at the guy I was talking to. "Thomas, explain". Two words filled with authority and power.
"Umm.. Boss, I..I had no idea she was yours." he chuckles nervously while looking everywhere but at Lorenzo. Did he just say yours, oh fuck no, I don't belong to anyone, let alone Lorenzo. I level Lorenzo with a glare,
"Get your filthy hands off me". I snarl in disgust. He just stares back at me, his gaze unreadable. He looks back at Thomas who is still rambling off. "Leave."
"yes boss". Thomas scrambled and ran off. Literally… Dimwit, I scoffed.
Lorenzo turns his gaze back to me, "Seems like you're really happy to see me, possessive much." I snort at him. His jaw clenches,his face still a perfect mask of stoic calm.
Mumurs explode from all around us, but we pay no attention to the audience
Lorenzo and I are still waging wars with our eyes.
Lorenzo grabs my arm pulling me towards the elevator. "What do you think you're doing?, let go of me Lorenzo". Before I could even get a grip he had whirled me so close to him we were almost sharing the same breath.
"If you don't want to be tossed across my shoulders in front of all these people then I advise you to come with me ."His voice has that same dangerous calm — a velvet threat that used to unravel me. I hate how it still does."
Focus Mikhaila. "You wouldn't dare".
He brings his face an inch closer. "There's not a lot of things I wouldn't dare do, but throwing you over my shoulder certainly isn't one of them".He brings his face impossibly closer, "So now I dare you, defy me".
Looking into those cold unreadable familiar eyes I can tell he isn't bluffing.
I smirk at him. "Touche' Mr CEO, lead the way".
His brows creases, I hadn't called him that in years. Well I haven't seen him in years. Mr CEO my ass, more like Mr Tyrant Bully. I let out a snort.
"What's funny?" I hear him ask. I look up at him making sure he knows I know he's talking to me then I roll my eyes and walk past him taking myself to the elevator.
Hopefully he doesn't reach it on time and I can ride on up by myself. I know this building like the palm of my hands, I've studied the blueprints his mother gave me. It was really helpful, I smirk.
I walk into the elevator attempting to shut it before he could enter but his stupid hands held it open. He glares at me and waits for the elevator to close before he shoves me against the wall, I gasp.
"What the fuck lorenzo?, get off me!" I try to push him off but he won't budge. He takes both my wrists in one hand and pins it over my head "Mikhaila, what the fuck are you doing here? You don't just get to show up out of the blue.".
The way he says my name makes me want to melt... God, why does it sound so...."
Get it together Mikhaila.
"I won't say it again. Keep touching me and I'll bury you". I'm serious as hell when I say that.
He looks at me unimpressed, his patience wearing off.
"I asked you a fucking question and now you're going to give me a fucking answer" he looks at me and smirks
"and Mikhaila, I won't ask again".
"That smug curl of his lips — God, he wears it like a weapon."
The bastard has been using my words against me. I put on my best fake smile " this wasn't the proper reunion I'd hoped for but I won't say I'm surprised. Trust you to act like a fucking dog in situations like…."
I gasps, before I know it his other hand comes up around my neck. Not hurting me but warning.
"Watch your mouth, you don't get to walk into my territory and insult me" He watches me as I wet my lips, lust clouding his eyes as his gaze falls to my lips.
"Stop being a creep. Lorenzo, I'd have thought you'd have bought a better character with all the money you make ." I say, just to spite him
This is how we are, we don't get along, never have and I'm not planning to be the one who waves the white flag. So why do I suddenly show up at his company out of the blue
Well..
He ignores me and keeps on staring.
"Talk… He looks me in the eyes… you were saying?"
"Weren't you informed, I work here now"
You would think the CEO would know about such a distinguishing guest
His eyes immediately snap back to mine. " What?" he looks so dumbfounded I almost explode with laughter.
I smile " Yep. I'm Mr Arnold's new PA". I watch the shock hit him like a slap to the face. Round 1.
Won.