Chapter Four

Ryan opened the door for me as I got in his car. Ryan entered the car and looked at me, amused. I turned to him and use my hands to move his face so he'd be looking in the opposite direction. He looked back again as I repeated.

"Why do you keep doing that?" He had a small smile on his face.

"What," I looked away.

"Are you embarrassed?"

"Maybe,"

"Don't be," He removed his seatbelt and scooted closer to me. I turned to find him at least four inches from my face. I blinked as he placed his hand on my high hips and his other hand on my neck. I softly closed my eyes.

"Please, don't be embarrassed, especially if it's the truth." He moved back and buckled his seatbelt. I opened my eyes. "Why do you insist on closing your eyes?" He smiled. "Do you not like to answer me or what?" Silence passes through us. "Answer me."

"Which question would you like me to answer first?" I finally spoke.

"Let me ask you again." He kept his eyes locked on mine.

"Go on," I began to feel a bit queasy.

"You tend to close your eyes when I get closer to you, what do you think I'm going to do to you?" He raised a seductive brow.

"I, I umm…" I looked down. He put a wry smile on.

"Where here," He got out of the car as I tried to, however child lock was still on. He opened the door for me as I got out. We accompanied each other. However, as we got in the building, a lady walked towards him. She was a longed-hair blonde with seductive hazel-green eyes, her lips were full and her eyebrows were perfectly arched. She was tall, tall enough to reached Ryan's brows with flats on. I barely reached his chest with four and a half inched heels. Ryan was about 6'2, she was about 5'11 and I was 5'3, life isn't fair.

"Cassandra, what are you doing here?" Ryan had a menacing facial expression. I saw the other girl shudder as I knew I may repeat after her.

"Mr. Anderson, I just wanted to know if you were okay." She looked almost as intimidating.

"Go home,"

"No," She was firm however; I knew she would soon falter.

"Come with me to my office."

"Okay," She looked fearful.

"I wasn't talking to you."

"What," She her brows furrowed.

"Lillian," He looked at me. "Come, with me." His menacing expression changed to a softer look.

"Okay," My voice was small.

"Cassandra, I'll deal with you later." He walked away as I followed.

We were silent in his private elevator. Who was that woman? What did she want? Was she an ex-girlfriend? Is that his current girlfriend?

We finally entered his secretary's room. His secretaries and interns looked at me, noticing I was in his private elevator. Some of them glared, some gaped at him, some of the dropped their jaws. I look down, trying not to notice.

We stepped into his actual workplace. Once we did, he just looked at me. After noticing, I pretended to not see him. I looked at anywhere but at him. His office had glass walls that showed the beautiful skyline of Los Angeles. His leather couches were black and they were on opposite ends. In between them a white wood and glass coffee table, a large white mat with a black outlining, and a single leather seat. His desk was a large, dark mahogany with a huge mess surrounding it.

"Is something wrong?" He looked at me as if what happened ten minutes ago was just my mind playing tricks. Crap, now I have to answer him.

"No," I tried to sound calm however, I knew I was upset. My legs were shakier than Jell-O.

"I never sought you out as the lying type. I'm quite disappointed however, I barely know you."

"You're right, you don't know me." I look at him.

"And you don't know me; however that's just the glory of being your boss." His voice was irony. He softly sighed. "I wish you weren't my employee." He whispered. I assumed he thought I didn't hear. I pretended not to, I need this job. I can't say I'm not curious towards what he meant. If he didn't want me to be his employee, why not just fire me?

"Sir, there's a Miss Cassandra Benet waiting for you outside." A woman with fiery red hair came. Ryan and I both glared at her.

"Tell her to leave." He sounded firm.

"She's quite persistent."

"Tell her to wait, then."

"Yes, sir," She left as he turned his attention to me.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes," I accidently snap.

"You look mad," His fake smile appeared, now I feel like the bad guy.

"I'm not," I say sounding like a bratty teenager. He walked towards me, I froze. He moved his hands into my hair. I try to look away however; his other hand makes me face him. I notice the door opening. I turn my head to see Andrew. Andrew looked lost and mildly disappointed.

"Let her go, Ryan." He looked at him, firmly.

"Oh, Drew, you always ruin the fun." He rolled his eyes and backed away slowly. Deep down, I knew I would've kissed him, this time. "What do you want, problems at Thompson Industries?"

"No, I had to come and check up on you. Cassandra told me that you allegedly spent the night with Miss Greene, here." He glared. Wait, Andrew owns his own company? Why did he interview me, then? I tried to keep a mien look masked on my face.

"What's it to her?" Ryan snaps.

"She's your girlfriend." Andrew's gaze was more threatening.

"No, she's not, I clearly didn't approve of this marriage crap!"

"Dad would've wanted it."

"Well, dead or not, he's not getting it. He should be use to the disappointment I bring to the family."

"The only part where you're actually right is that we're family."

"I'm sorry, did I say that? Remember, I'm an Anderson and you're not."

"It shouldn't matter that we're not blood related. Look at what Dad made you."

"He didn't give a damn about me, this shit was all me."

"Can I go? This is getting very personal." I spoke awkwardly. Suddenly, they both turned to me, Ryan saying, no, and Andrew saying, yes at the same time. "I'm going to go." I walked. Almost faster than lightning, Ryan grabbed my wrist.

"Don't forget I'm your boss, not him. And today's your first day, I'm excited." He went from serious to playful. I didn't know how to respond, he's good at leaving me speechless.

"She can always wait outside." Andrew pointed out.

"Well, you can always leave." Ryan pulled off a smile. "Andrew, leave,"

"If you hurt Cassie again," He warns.

"If I do, then you can have her." Ryan cuts off as Drew glares, turns, and then walks out. Slowly, Cassandra enters the office.

"Ryan, who is she?" Her eyes are hurt with mascara gliding down her high cheekbones.

"This is Lillian Elise Greene, one of my new interns." His smile is rudely ironic.

"I'm so sorry, I swear, nothing happened." I attempt to explain.

"Yes, nothing happened, we just shared a bed, cuddled all night, I took a shower then I dropped my towel in front of her. She thinks I'm huge." Ryan says sarcastically with an irony smile, I can't believe he's being such an ass.

"You liar," She practically screamed out while pointing her index finger at me.

"We didn't even kiss," My eyes got big.

"We almost did, two or three times, since yesterday." Ryan, once again, defiles her hope for love.

"But we didn't," I turn to him, glaring; with Cassandra's never-ending sobs in the background. Ryan copies my movement and pivots where he stands parallel from me.

"Help, I need her off my back." Ryan mouths to me. I glare and shake my head with disgust.

"I'm right here!" Cassandra begins to sob, twice as loud.

"Why don't you, Ryan, tell her how you feel, honestly." my voice crescendos as I practically scream out once I hit honestly. Ryan's eyes widen and he shakes his head, as my look simply forces him to get over it. He finally turns to her as she stops crying to listen.

"Cassie," His smile, consists of plastic dolls being regurgitated from his beautiful, irritating mouth. "You're awesome but, you're very," He pauses, holding in his breath. "…Annoying, insecure, envious, unintelligent, and you're a fake person. And I don't like nor do I appreciate that." Cassandra mimics me, by dropping her jaw.

"It's like, over." Cassandra runs out as I hear a few interns laugh as if there were no tomorrow. Ryan and I face each other.

"What is your problem?" I fight to rude urge to laugh.

"Ah, come on, don't be so sentimental, or try to." He laughs.

"You're being a, a..." I struggle to not cuss.

"An ass," He smiles. I stay silent, this may be a trick. "Miss Greene, I am your boss, and I am who I am. If you think I'm an ass, please know that's an understatement." His expression was in obliged with an extremely vexatious smile. "Since, it is your first day here," He hands me papers as I accept them. "Make me twenty copies, well, twenty-five, I need at least five extras." He continuously stacks papers on my forearms. "I need this done before my meeting at eleven. Good luck, Miss Greene." He sends me off as we both leave his office. The girls gape and glare all with a hint of jealousy and astonishment. Yeah, it's going to suck working for Mr. Anderson.