Do you think you can come by my office this afternoon? I’ve cleared my schedule for 4.
I want to pump my arms up in the air but I restrain myself.
I can. See you then :)
I stand up quickly from the table. It takes at least an hour to get downtown where I know his office is located, and I have so much to do to get ready. For one thing, I’d gone to sleep with my hair in a twist, and now it’s in a crazy knot. I’ll have to shower again. And I should probably see if I can find something that looks professional and put together. I want to erase that cheesy cowgirl outfit from Andrew’s mind forever.
It takes me a while to find what I need. I have white button up shirts from waitressing of course, but they look so bland, especially when paired with black pants. Finally I settle on a purple blouse that has a bow tied up at the v-neckline and a grey pencil skirt that hugs me tight enough to give me a bit of an ass. It’ll do for right now. I skip the underwear because I can’t find a thong, and really, when the skirt goes almost to my knee, I shouldn’t have to worry right? Plus, it’d be a pretty sexy surprise if Andrew... I bit my lip and smiled. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but it never hurts to be prepared. I even manage to find a pair of heels that aren’t three inches high. I pull my hair into a sock bun and I’m as polished as I’ll ever get. A swipe of mascara and lip gloss and I’m ready to go.
By now my parents are done with their brunch too. My dad retreats into his study as always, and my moms left the house for her book club. I tiptoe down the stairs with my heels in my hands, putting them on once I’ve closed the front door behind me. I better hurry. It sucks to have to rely on public transportation, but I wiped out my savings on tuition. Luckily for me, I only needed to wait for a few minutes before the bus comes.
Chapter 4
Andrew’s company is in the heart of downtown in one of the newest, biggest skyscrapers. It has to have at least fifty floors. People stream in and out the doors, and I’m flustered by the chaos. There isn’t a board or anything to tell me which floor to go to. I walk up to the woman standing behind the counter.
“Hi, I’m looking for Andrew York?” I ask politely. “I’m supposed to meet him at 4 o’ clock.”
She glances at me, making it clear that she isn’t impressed by what she’s seeing.
“60th floor.”
“Thanks,” I say, determined not to let her sour mood spoil mine.
I walk past her and head toward the row of elevators labeled 40 to 60. I don’t wait long, and there’s an awkward shuffle as people get out and in at the same time, then press the buttons one by one. I catch a man in a suit raise his eyebrows at me when he sees me press 60. It’s the top floor, which doesn’t surprise me. Andrew does own the company after all, and the building, though it seems like he doesn’t use all of the floors.
Everyone has gone by the time I get off. The elevator opens up to a huge waiting area. It’s completely quiet, and floor to ceiling windows let in lots of light. There’s an elegant grey sectional to the left of the elevator, and a super modern glass coffee table. Andrew’s secretary sits behind a giant marble counter, quietly typing away on her computer. She’s gorgeous, a Nordic ice queen with a sheet of ice blonde hair down her back. She has a black turtleneck dress on, and it looks expensive and fashionable on her.
“Hi,” I say, the quiet of the office making me drop my voice too. “I’m here for Andrew York.”
She raises a perfectly plucked brow.
“You’re Noelle Bennett?”
“That’s right.”
She gestures to the sofa.
“Have a seat. Mr. York should be finished in a few minutes.”
I walk over to the sofa and sit down. There are a few hardcover books on the coffee table about surrealist art and some kind of architecture, but they’re perfectly stacked by size. I don’t think I’m actually supposed to touch them. I can see Andrew’s secretary trying to figure out what I’m doing here. I don’t blame her. Her boss is one of the hottest people in tech right now. He’s probably got tons of projects and important meetings. Why on earth would he make room for some nobody girl in a cheap polyester skirt and blouse?
Five minutes later, Andrew comes out. He’s dressed in a grey suit today with a light pattern and a crisp white shirt. Silver cufflinks complete his look. His blond hair was carefully combed back, and every little detail is in its place. The only thing that’s relaxed about him is his smile. He bounds forward and takes my hand. A single touch from him is enough to send a hot pulse of lust coursing through my body. He just looks so damn good. I don’t just want a job here with him anymore. I want him. I was supposed to be a good girl though. I wasn’t supposed to want Andrew, whom anyone would say is not the right man for me.