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Chapter 9

Chloe's P.O.V.

I gripped the side of the door to Derek's office, knocking on the door lightly.

Derek turned around in his chair, as his lips tugged upwards slightly, making my heart go crazy.

"Let me help you with that." Derek said, getting up and walking over to be and grabbed the large box I was holding. Meanwhile, his long, nimble fingers brushed softly over my own and lingered for a moment.

Derek took his time moving his hand away and I longed for the warmth that his fingers brought. I shifted, attempting to hide my crimson face from his view.

He walked over to the empty desk in the room and placed the box down gently. Derek turned around to face me as I grinned at him, expressing my thanks.

"First day," I said excitedly.

"Yeah, I got a few manuscripts for you to look over. Remember what I said about-,"

I cut him off and moved closer to him. "I know. You've been prepping me for the last two weeks," I reached forward and touched his arm reassuringly. "I'll be fine."

Derek raised his head, looked at my arm and then at my face, his gaze meeting mine. His dazzling green eyes pierced though me and I look an unconscious step forward, my hand still resting on his bicep. Derek's ebony hair grazed his cheekbones slightly and my throat tightened, making it difficult to breathe. I tilted my head up, now extremely close to him.

"What are you doing?" A voice exclaimed from the doorway. Tori's voice.

Realizing our compromising position I jumped apart from Derek and turned to fully face Tori.

"What?" Derek asked sharply, venom in his voice.

Tori raised her eyebrows; a smirk perched on her lips.

"I came to close the door, I could feel the sexual tension from the front desk." Tori said.

"Tori!" I hissed, I wanted nothing more than to disappear.

"Not very professional, Derek. Dating your assistant." Tori continued, ignoring me completely.

"W-we're not dating," I sputtered, blushing. "And I'm an editor."

Derek's eyes were alight with fury directed towards his younger stepsister.

Tori knew not to press any further. "Alright, alright, I'm leaving."

The door to his office closed and Derek placed his face in his hands, rubbing his eyes. Not knowing what to say I decided to keep my mouth shut as I peered over at him. He stood up abruptly, walked over to his computer and began typing quickly.

I let out a sigh as I walked to my desk and began to work.

Nearly three hours had passed before Derek brought his head up and glanced at the clock, then turned to me, "Food?"

I looked over at the clock. Lunchtime. "Food." I agreed.

Derek jumped up, grabbing his coat. "Let's go."

I looked over at him, reaching for my jacket, "Where?"

"I know a good burger place too." I smiled.

At the restaurant

I sunk my teeth into the cheeseburger, flavor bursting in my mouth. "This is amazing!" I exclaimed.

Derek nodded his head in agreement. "It gets better each time."

I smiled. "What other restaurants do you like?"

Derek looked up from the burger he had just been devouring and stared straight into my eyes. I felt as though I was melting from his intense gaze. "I can show you some of them sometime."

I blushed but nodded nonetheless. His gaze returned to his food but I kept observing him. What did that mean? I honestly couldn't like him. But did I? No, no of course not, he's my boss.

But still, I found myself mesmerized by everything he would do, the way he would murmur my name, the way his green eyes met my blue ones, and the way he would smile faintly when I was around him.

His eyes darted up, "What? Do I have something on my face."

"Ketchup, actually." I said with a chuckle.

Derek groaned and grabbed a napkin, wiping his face.

"Did I get it?" He asked.

"You smudged it even more."

Derek grumbled. "Then help me out, will you?"

I was silent for a second before nodding, I reached forward, my hand grazing his cheek. I dabbed away the stain with my napkin, but kept my hand on his face for a second longer than needed. I pulled away.

"Thanks." Derek muttered, returning his attention to his food, the tips of his ears slightly red.

"Do you need any help here?" Asked a waitress with golden hair and hazel eyes asked, giggling as she stared at Derek.

"No." Derek spat.

"Are you sure? A refill?" She asked again. I nearly rolled my eyes; Derek didn't even bother to resist rolling his eyes.

"We're good. Thanks."

She laughed, throwing her head back. "Okay, sure. Just call whenever you need me." She said patting Derek's arm for a minute before walking away.

I laughed once she was out of earshot. "You could've been nicer to her, Derek."

Derek groaned. "She does this every time I come here. I swear each time her number is written on the napkins she dumps on me."

I grinned. "I think she might have a little, tiny crush on you, Derek."

He glanced up at me for a moment before continuing eating. "She's not the one I want to like me."

I halted what I was doing for a second. My heart stopped for a moment, my palms going sweaty. I quickly wiped them against my pants.

I cleared my dry throat. "Well, I'm full."

Derek grabbed my plate and began eating off it.

I laughed, bringing light to his eyes. His lips formed a quarter of a smile and I nearly sank into the plush chair I was sitting in.

"I'm hungry." Derek grumbled in between bites.

I swatted his hand away. "It's mine. I'm getting a box."

Derek complained as I waved over the blonde, tall waitress.

She barely even looked at me, flashing Derek a magnificent smile that would've sent any man in this restaurant running to the bedroom. Derek didn't even blink.

I didn't like her. She seemed fake, uninteresting, and attracted to Derek. She hardly even knew him. But, did I?

She grabbed my box again and scribbled something across it before giving Derek a gorgeous grin and sauntered away.

I looked at what she wrote: Her name and number.

Derek smirked. "Told you."

"You've ever called," I glanced down at the box. "Erin?"

"Once."

My head shot up so quickly I nearly got whiplash. "What?"

"We went out once, courtesy of my brother. It was a while ago and one of many horrible dates I've been on. I'm not sure why she's still holding on."

I knew why she still was not over him, but I remained quiet for a while. "Many?"

"Horrible dates? Hell yeah. Everyone's too boring, honestly. I either get pissed with them or they get pissed with me." Derek said.

I laughed, "I wonder why they would ever get pissed off with you."

He grinned and my heart stopped short. "I know, it's a mystery to me too."

"I know what you mean," I said, trying not to sound too eager about his failed love life. "All the guys I've dated are…bland? I'm not sure how to say it, but there was nothing special there for me.

"Maybe someday." Derek said, raising his glass.

I looked at him, lifting my own drink. "Someday."

He continued analyzing me before he looked away.

"We done here?"

I nodded, my heart still pounding from his stare.

"I'll be back in a minute." Derek stated, getting up.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Bathroom."

I nodded, standing up myself, stretching slightly. I grabbed the box and walked over to front door, waiting for Derek.

The blonde waitress, Erin, emerged and walked directly towards me.

"You're Derek's sister, right?" She asked, giggling.

"No, I'm not. I'm Chloe."

"Oh," She paused, looking around the restaurant. "Is he seeing someone?"

I don't know what came over me, but I lied. "He is actually."

Erin scowled. "Don't tell me it's you. He would never like someone like you, I mean, look at you."

"I'm sorry?" I said, raising my eyebrows, becoming more and more annoyed with this girl.

"You're not pretty enough for him. You look like you're fifteen. You're a joke and he's too good for you." Erin smirked, crossing her arms over her chest.

I blinked away the tears prickling in my eyes, "S-sorry I don't reach you're standards, but you and Derek have only gone out once. I don't think you should be making all these decisions for him."

She glared at me. "I have to get back to work."

She walked away, huffing, as Derek came out of the bathroom. He walked over to me.

"Let's go." Derek grunted.

I nodded slightly, still thinking about what Erin said to me.

So I have strep throat. Yippie. But I pumped out this chapter. I don't really like it that much but I added quite a bit of romance. And a jealous Chloe.

Okay! So there is chapter 9. I really hope you guys like it. Don't forget to favorite, follow, and review!