[She may not be my girl, but I'll be damned if I let anyone else have her.]
"Where's Jason?" I set the mugs down on Mr. Grey's desk. "He's gone to setup the boardroom. Have you eaten breakfast yet, Miss Steele?" Mr. Grey blinked at me, standing up for some reason. "Uh… well, no; not really." "Come; I want something to drink." "B-but I just brought coffee?" He then turned down to the cups, then back my way; his expression was both unimpressed and vaguely amused. "I want some real coffee. Come have some with me, Miss Steele." And we left the office together. Of course we had to pass blonde brat in the hall, where she gave me the nastiest of glares. Yep; definitely jealously. Though I don't know what she had to be jealous about. As if Mr. Grey would ever even look at someone like me.
We went to this little nearby café. Mr. Grey ordered coffee for himself and tea for me; while he did so, I hastily put my burner phone on silent. I left my personal phone at the office, but I couldn't part from this one. Daddy would have a fit if I even thought about it…. Luckily, I stashed it away in my pocket by the time Mr. Grey returned. I was surprised to see a piece of almond cake on the tray- just one. We both had pink mugs…. Oh yeah! His favorite color is pink. Maybe it was his old girlfriend or mom's favorite color or something. It must come from somewhere…
Mr. Grey first set down my cup, then his. Then he slid the piece of cake over to me. I looked at him confused; he met my expression with a gentle smile. "Eat." "What about you? Aren't you hungry?" "I'm fine, but you need breakfast. Eat." He didn't have to tell me twice; I picked up the fork and chowed down. Mr. Grey watched me for a moment, sitting back in his seat and rubbing his finger under his lip in a thoughtful fashion.
"You're obedient, but you don't seem intimidated by me," he noted outright. And he was right; I wasn't at all intimidated by him. I doubt he ever killed or beat up anyone; why should I be afraid of him? Of all the rich guys I've ever met, he was the least dangerous. Course, he didn't know that. "I'm submissive by nature. Let's just say I'm not the leading type. I'd rather someone else lead for me… then I can focus on my books," my eyes moved down to my cake. That's also true… I wasn't born to lead; whether in the mob or elsewhere. I'm an academic above all else; I'm a writer…..
"You sound so sure about that." "I am," I quickly replied. Mr. Grey considered this for a brief minute. I found his stare locked onto me again, like he was trying to study me. To figure something out…. "You come from money, don't you?" This question didn't surprise me as much as it should have. I simply lowered my gaze again. "It's not "my" money. It's…. the "family's"." "The Steele clan?" "I guess you could say that," Daddy did have the biggest share of wealth in the Dollars.
More intense staring. What was he trying to do exactly? Dive deep inside me or something like that? I pretended not to notice this time, continuing to munch on my cake. "What's your favorite fairytale?" Ok, now this caught me off guard. I just blinked back up to my new boss; he wore a serious yet kind face. "What?" "You said you liked fairytales. Which one is your favorite?" He… remembered that? Awe! Bit of a weird question but I guess this was his way of making small-talk. My cheeks sizzled pink a bit as my hands twiddled excitedly. I love talking about literature- any literature.
"I like Rapunzel; the real version, not Tangled. I… have a thing for long hair." Mr. Grey nodded gently and met my gaze with his flawless blue eyes. Gees, I swear those eyes were like pools I could dive into. I almost worried that if I stared too long, I might get lost in them. "I like long hair too; though I prefer brunettes." "Really?!" "Why does that surprise you, Miss Steele?" "O-oh! Well, it's just…. all the women at your office…. Lots of….. lots of blondes." He looked appalled for a moment, then chuckled to himself; not to me. "You noticed that, did you?" Kinda hard to miss.
"I should correct myself- I like a brunette." "Oh! Is she your….?" I had to cut my sentence; that is super inappropriate to ask your boss about his potential love-life. If Mr. Grey wants me to know, he'll tell me. But to my bewilderment, Mr. Grey grew rather quiet after this; he looked out of the window we were sitting beside and lightly tapped his finger on the table. I could tell he was thinking, but not about me. No, in that brief second, his mind was somewhere far, far away from here. I wonder where he was trying to reach to…. where his mind was going to. Maybe to where an old lover is; like he's trying desperately to find her. Find her…. or forget about her.
I nearly flinched when Mr. Grey unexpected stood up; he didn't look down at me. "I'll be right back, Miss Steele. Stay here." "A-alright," I then watched him turn and walk away from our table. Weird; could he have been just triggered now? I hope he'll be alright; maybe this topic is off-limits. Unsure what to do, I continued slowly eating my cake and sipping at my tea. Mr. Grey…. I felt my eyes gently drift over to his still-full coffee mug. He better hurry back before his coffee gets cold. My gaze lowered a tad. I hope he's ok…. I really want him to be ok.