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BPOV
Step 1 Show her a good time
Monday morning found me. I tried to hide from it, but that jerk found me. Seems the things I don't want to stick around always do. I wake up to the sound of my phone. My hand shoots out from under the covers to find the noise and silence it, but then I realize. It's Monday. I knew the sounds of "Dark Horse" meant I had 45 minutes to get dress and ready for another day in the hell I call work or else Satan aka Rose would have her pitchfork up my ass. Tossing my phone back on the bed, I roll over and look through my closet for something work appropriate. Finding a plain white tank and my blue blazer I start to look for those damn white pants. They seem to magically appear under my bed. Lucky me. With my clothes all finally on my bed I head off to take my shower. Its never taken me long to shower. This morning is no exception seen that my hot water is no longer working. I sigh thinking about the talk I have to have with Raul about it later. I finish my bathroom duties and dress quickly. The one thing thats never fails me is my hair. It's long and thick and behaves like it's a supermodel all on its own. Too bad it never matches the rest of me. Throwing on some silver flats and grabbing a granola out of the cabinet I'm out the door and down two flights of stairs when I remember. I forgot the damn purse. Running back up and almost tripping on the last step I open the door grab my keys hanging on the hook and my purse thats under it with my life intact. I'm back out the door with 15 minutes to spare. Great. Now lets hope the car doesnt give me any trouble.
Pulling in to the parking lot. I notice Rose's car isn't here yet. That means I have time before the she-devil comes in. I lock the car door and make my way inside. The office is on the 25th floor so the elevator ride takes a minute. Finally arriving at my desk I place my bag underneath. Before I can look up there's a package on my desk. Funny how it seems to be addressed to me and not the office. I look around the room to see if i can spot the person who delivered it. Nope. No ones around. Theres a card in there so I read it. "Will you be mine? Dinner tonight at 8- E" I had to be mis-reading this card. The elegant handwritten note had to be meant for Rose.
And just as they say, ask for the devil and she shall appear. "Bella where's my coffee? I thought we had been over my requirements for the mornings." She stopped short at my desk. I saw her eyes on the flowers and then to the card in my hand. She had that controlled look on her face. The one she put on when she was upset with something but didn't want anyone to know it. "Nice flowers. Who are they from?" Our eyes met. I was as if she dared me not to answer her. "I…. I don't know." I stuttered. Her gazed narrowed then she turned her head away as if she was dismissing the subject. "Keep your personal life out of my office space." was her final retort as she waltz into her office.
The day was going by smoothly. All the appointment were running on time for once. My best friend shot me a text letting me know she had found the perfect dress for me to wear in case there was an emergency. It was funny that she would say such a thing. Angela always had clothes for me, and I never did anything exciting enough for such grand outfits. I guess things would be different if I ever took her up on her offers to go out with her, but that's not going to happen anytime soon. I sent her back a smiley face text just to reassure her feelings on the dress. Knowing I would never wear it personally but pleasing my fashionista was was the bigger priority.
The phone on my desk starts ringing, startling me out of my thoughts. Slamming my cell back into the drawer, I pick up the phone. I place my happy, but serious voice on and answer. " Mrs. Hale's Office, how may I direct your call?" My head tilted to the side to cradle the phone while my hands fetched pen and paper to jot down notes. The voice on the other end chuckled. I could tell it was a man. "I don't think that will be necessary. It seems I'm in contact with the person I wanted to talk to now." I was frozen in place. That voice. His voice. The voice that haunted me in my dreams. I knew it was him but how did he get this number? "W-What can I help you with?" It took all of me to form those words. My eye held close hoping that this was not another day dream. Or worse, that Rose wouldn't come out of her office to put an end to my life. I could hear his smile through the phone. "You can help me with dinner tonight." As if his card wasn't enough of an invite. He simply had to repeat the offer over the phone. I stuttered for an excuse as to why I must decline the offer but I'm cut off. "I'm not taking no for an answer, Mia Bella, I have to see you again." My breath caught in my throat. "But, I don't have anything to wear." It was the best I could come up with.
"Really? I could send you a dress." He was persistent. That was obvious from what I hear he's a man that gets what he wants all the time. Angela made sure that I knew exactly who I had been talking to. Edward Masen was not a man who took no for an answer. Crowned the Corporate Takeover King in 2011, CEO of a fortune five hundred company, and all around man of mystery, Edward Masen was a force to be trifled with. Its a wonder how he didn't make the Hottest 100 list or the Most Eligible Bachelors list. He must have a police against such things because he was definitely to be among the top of both list.
"Mia Bella? Are you still there?" My eyes snapped open. He was calling me and I should answer. A part of me knew this could be my only chance. To do something that was so outside myself. Something I never had a chance to do again. Hell it wasn't like men like Edward Masen fall out of the sky and to your feet everyday. Live a little for once. I was going to take this chance and be someone, even just for a little while, someone who was part of his world. Hell, maybe one day I'd write a best selling novel and be a part of that world on my own. Hey a girl could dream.
"Ok, yes. I'll go" The words came out of my mouth so quickly I didn't think he heard me.
"Great, I'll pick you up at 8:00." With that the phone clicked. And the smallest sense of doubt crept up into me. Why did it feel like I sold my soul to the devil himself?
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