How to Be a Heartbreaker
Chapter 9: Step 3: Know your Target
A/N: Finally got the time to update! Hiya guys! It's a bit short hehe... sorry!
"Regretting this very much right now...well sorta."
The blonde blinked as her eyes trailed up and down and quickly shut the door in front of her. A blush creeping wildly across her face. She really, really didn't expect catch sight of her Boss' stark naked body behind that door. Marron had to admit, he had a great body. Though that wasn't something the blue-eyed charm would say aloud...but seriously...damn. What was she doing! She couldn't be thinking like that.
Her mind absorbed that scene pretty quickly, and she didn't know if she should feel absolutely terrible or absolutely blessed to have seen what she saw. But, she just really wasn't expecting that and what she meant really didn't need much explaining. Though she had to give him props, that V-line was just incredibly defined, she could have drooled just a bit from staring at it for too long. Fortunate for her however, she closed the door quick enough.
Her eyes may or may not have severed off the image of his head and somewhat ignored it instead, giving all concentration on the perfectly structured V-line her eyes...may or may not have wandered on. She inwardly wanted to slap herself but she had to admit it, a good body like that was worth peeking at and the blonde honestly had no regrets now. Because she was one of the only women who has flustered him in a whirlwind of seconds. The fact she can do that served her justice enough to have, for just a split second, beheld the sight of this man with a flustered face whilst being stark naked. That, was just plain amusement.
Large hands pushed the stray lavender-hairs away from the CEO's face whilst he took a deep breath as the door swung open again. A crimson cheeked Trunks looking at her. "I...That wasn't meant to happen..."
Marron swung around and glared at him, "Really now...you should have locked the door!" Marron yelled ready to knock him across the scalp. Her cheeks impeccably red as her manicured nails dug into the palm of her hand.
"Well you should have knocked!" Trunks snapped now walking out of the room and walking down the stair case whilst straightening out his white v-neck. "What are you doing here anyway?" The CEO said with much distaste as he slumped back down the couch.
Marron casually drops the stacks of papers on Trunks' lap, with a more than angered glare. "Work you were supposed to finish a hell of a long time ago." She seethed. "What have you been doing locked up in your apartment anyway?" She said leaning against the glass dining table, eyes focused on him. "Sulking maybe?" Red tainted lips; curled.
Trunks shot her a glare, "None of your business, that's what." He grunted annoyingly taking the papers, and flipping through them. "Hey you are helping me with these papers right?" Obvious annoyance displaying in his voice from her remark from before really made her grin, it was fun annoying him she wished she had done it more before. "Because I do need assistance." He grunted, as he slipped on his black framed glasses to read through the documents.
The blonde sighed and slumped down beside him on the couch, "They sent to give you these papers, that's all." She stated folding her arms, "Helping you sends me off duty really." She continued, staring down to the concentrated Demi-Saiyan.
Eyes shut as he shut the file, and turned towards her, pulling his glasses frame slightly downward, "Marron Chestnut, you are my assistant, there for you must assist me." He smirked triumphantly, that could make any normal girl melt into a puddle of hormones and desire. Marron simply glared back at him and silently slumped down on couch beside him.
"...Fine." She grumbled, folding her arms defiantly. Then smirked her fingers yanking off his glasses from his face angering him. Before he could protest, the blonde assistant clicked her tongue at him. "I'm just going to clean them they're terribly smudged you slob." She grunted walking over into the white-countered kitchen, surprisingly enough glistening in pristine cleanliness. A poised hand snatched a damp towelette cleaning off the smudges and grime off the glass; proceeding to hand it over to him arrogantly.
"About time." He complained slipping the glasses on to continue his work. "Y'know you didn't have to do that, right?"
Marron bit her tongue, glaring at him ever so dangerously. "It's called a favor, and you should say 'Thank You'." She snapped her arms adequately folded over her chest.
It took Trunks a minute or two to see what exactly would be a response to get his headstrong assistant as riled up as possible; by single-handedly dropping something that gave him results past his expectations. "Feh," He began, "Why should I say thank you anyway for doing something you're destined to do anyway."
Marron tapped her nails against the glass; two blue eyes drilling into his skull. "Is that so?" She asked, "I do think differently."
The CEO laughed aloud once again, "Don't all women think the same?" He asked whilst examining the piece of paper in his hand, "I mean seriously, you all think you're different...but you really aren't." He stated blankly not even paying attention to the riled up Marron behind him.
"Oh, I'd say the same about you pi-" Her words seemed to cut off immediately and quickly shook her head, "I mean, men." She painfully stated, flashing a grin brimming only so much pure annoyance.
Trunks whipped his entire body around and furrowed two thick lavender brows, "And what do you mean by that?" He asked, cocking his head ever-so slightly to the side, "We don't all think the same y'know." He scoffed boring his pupils into hers at the same intense level.
Then while focusing so much on her, he had noticed that her assistant was for the first time wearing normal clothes. Which he had to admit caught him by surprise, since he really didn't seem to expect that. They weren't even that revealing either, and still for some extremely uncomfortable reason he was...somewhat attracted to that. He really was taking his time looking at her which Marron obviously noted and waited just a few minutes until he noticed that she noticed.
Maybe he hadn't noticed the night before but, she had some nice curves, which obviously by the lighting of the night club he didn't even catch. Quickly after attempting to let his eyes wander down even more below Marron snapped in his ear, angrily. "Eyes on your work Mr. Briefs." She chided, turning herself around before Trunks mentality slapped himself. Sliding down on his back he returned to his work; not very diligently either.
"Anything you'd like to tell me, that look in your eyes said a lot Ms. Chestnut." He smirked, quietly scribbling down some notes not even lifting his eyes from the paper. Momentarily the blonde paused; then turned her vision towards the back of her bosses scalp. "Sort of needy...to say the least." Scrunched up face stared down the lavender-haired ego maniac. "Come on you can say it, I won't get mad." He laughed laying his pen on the binder.
Only to find, his assistant's angry face...much to his surprise. He would have expected a soft glance...the hell was this?! Marron was actually mad, and not even his comedic tone was helping ease the tension...that's a first. "Listen...Mr. Briefs, I have no intentions of arguing with you...thus the reason I kept my lips shut," the blonde began rather angrily, "But, if you can't respect my wishes...then I guess..." Marron continued hands firmly gripping the back of the couch, looking under her at the top of her boss' scalp, "I will just proceed anyway."
A brief pause, and a bewildered Trunks spoke louder than words itself. "W-Wha...?"
Long strides, repeated clicking bounced off the white walls and tiled flooring as Marron sat down crossing her legs with a poise posture that looked nearly killer. "Let's just drop the subject here Mr. Briefs." She responded a smirk tying on her lips as she opened the black binder, casually flipping through the several many documents before getting the group she needed and neatly placing it over the binder. The brief click of a pen was heard as Trunks' attention hung on ever action she made. "Let's begin shall we?"
Several, several tedious hours being placed in a room with Marron Chestnut...wasn't as bad as Trunks would have thought. Sure, it was mostly entertaining cause of the woman's body language, and that face has its own faults. Very nice...endowments. Why had he felt so damn uncomfortable around her though. It was like she was casting a spell on him. Every time the woman spoke it felt like a Siren singing to a sailor. Alluring and just a tad bit mysterious.
The silver watch on Trunks' wrist read 'Eleven' P.M, should he wake her up? She had fallen asleep just a few minutes before. Though he didn't want to rouse her either, her sleeping form was actually quite peaceful. Not very common. So he simply took the time to actually get a good look at her. A very good look at the sleeping face of his somewhat seductress assistant. He didn't find that girl actually, odd wasn't it?
A familiar...yet unrecognizable face he might add. As strange as it sounded, he could have sworn this face that seemed nearly angelic; has been in his life before. An innocent smile played on soft pink lips, lashed laying on top of her ivory cheeks which right now had the slightest of pink tints. Then of course, the occasional nose twitch that goes along with the restful scene he just captured. All was odd...yet familiar. Giving up on trying to find out the CEO simply got up and got the red throw blanket casually tossing it on her.
She'll leave when she realizes he's retreated to bed...but he'll let her rest. Grabbing the remote from the coffee table he switched the lights off and tossed it back to the couch setting the papers with numbers and several signatures (that Marron helped a ton with.) on the glass table. Trunks stretched his arm and looked back down to the sleeping Marron, catching...a grin on his face? Out of all the faces...there was a grin...truly odd.
But it felt right.
Sorry for the lack of updates, I was really, really, really, not in the mood to write this chapter. Mostly from a HUGE lack of inspiration which I've recovered at long last! Also, while you're still reading this can you all please read 'The Bucket List' by Brii-Chan14 Co-Written with Hero'sReprise it's definitely worth checking out...also Broten!
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MarronChestnut: Ah, that's what you think...maybe, maybe not. Hehe, we'll have to wait and see! Thanks For Reviewing!
Hero'sReprise: You guessed right, sorta predictable wasn't it. Of course Goten of all people (considering the Ladies Man he was in GT.) would be following his best friend's footsteps. I do in fact need a little bit of Goten in this story cause...hello it's Goten! It's really a game of Tug-of-War with these two you never know who pulls the rope to their side. Thanks For Reviewing!
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Unknown: Grow up, no one here is a brat or a slut. Both are great characters that I like so, no Marron bashing in my Marron-Centered stories please. I never Pan bash, so why even bring this up? Well, thanks for the review...anyway..
Thanks everyone for the reviews! I'm seriously trying to update and finish all my stories such as my newest stories, "Black Beauty" and "Playful Kiss" which I may/or may not be promoting for you all to go check out. Pesky grammar mistakes are my fault and PLEASE DON'T BE AFRAID TO TELL ME IF YOU FIND ANY! Thanks For Reading, hope you enjoyed!
