Annabeth's POV

THUD.

My day planner fell off the desk. Fuck. It was too cluttered. The whole office was too cluttered. I got up and walked around the desk to pick it up. I was crouched over, reaching for the planner when I heard someone clear their throat behind me.

"That's not a very professional position," I heard a man say.

I turned, and there was Percy Jackson. In all his tall, muscular, chiseled glory. I felt my cheeks burn hot.

"How…how—?"

"How can I see?" he asked with a smirk. Percy Jackson, one of the heads of this company, was blind. "I could hear you rummaging around down there. Which meant your hands were on the floor, which in turn meant it'd be safe to assume your ass was in the air."

"Excuse me…" I stammered, shocked, this man–my boss–was speaking so crudely.

"Don't worry. I'm sure it looked good," he said, stepping closer to me. "Better than good, in fact."

"What are you doing, Mr. Jackson?" I got out when he was just a step away from me. I was already backed up against my desk–I couldn't move back any further. And I didn't know if he was stepping so close to me on purpose, or if he didn't know where I was.

"Oh, Annie, you can call me Percy."

"It's Annabeth. What are you doing here?"

"I told you I'd be keeping a close watch on you, didn't I?" he breathed, his face leaning close to mine. My whole body trembled. This was wrong. He must know what he's doing. He must know the effect he's having on me.

"Does Nico know you're here?" I stammered.

But Percy didn't answer. Instead, he lifted a finger to my face, slowly dragging it from my temple down to my ear. The soft touch sent shivers down my spine, and I felt the heat in my core grow.

God, he was sexy.

Annabeth, stop that. He's your boss.

But my inner voice shut up the second his finger coiled a piece of my princess blond curl. He pulled it tight, and the pain felt good. A moan slipped out of my mouth.

"You like that?" he whispered.

Fuck. What was this man doing to me?

He released the lock of hair and slid his finger back to my cheek, to my mouth, and then, he was outlining my lips. I could feel the wetness between my legs, and he hadn't touched me with more than a finger.

This is insane.

What are you doing Annabeth?

But then, he pushed his finger between my lips, into my mouth, and I started sucking like I'd been born to do it. My eyes were locked on his, and he was looking back, right at me. It didn't matter that he couldn't see. I knew he could feel my gaze.

He was moving his finger in and out of my mouth, and I was sucking, twisting my tongue all around it. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever been a part of. Innocent, and so, so, wrong. I needed more. I needed to feel him moving this fast somewhere else, deeper into me, further inside…I was so turned on, but I needed release. I needed release now!

I was so close. How was this happening? How was I this fucking close to a–?

KNOCk, KNOCK, KNOCK

"ANNABETH!"

I shot up in my bed, my heart racing at a mile a minute. I looked around. I was in my bedroom. In my West London apartment. I squeezed my eyes shut. I could still feel the remnants of my arousal. But it was just a dream. Just a goddamn wet dream. About my boss.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

"ANNABETH, OPEN YOUR FUCKING DOOR!" I heard Malcolm's voice shout from the outside hallway. I ran out of bed and to the front door and found my older brother staring back at me.

"You never sleep this late."

"What time is it?" I demanded.

He held his phone up to me, and I saw the time on the screen. 8:17 am.

"SHIT!" I screamed, running to the bathroom. "I must've slept through the alarm. That never happens. Nico's going to kill me!" I cried as I smeared foundation all over my face. But Malcolm just walked through the doorway laughing.

"What?" I asked him.

He lifted his phone screen up again. This time, it was 6:43 am. The asshole kept on laughing. Louder now, infact.

I exhaled. "I'm gonna get you back one of these days," I promised.

"I'm waiting," he responded with a huge smile.

"You don't need to worry—" Nico Jackson said from behind his desk. But I waved the post-it note in front of his face. The post-it note that had taunted me from the second I walked into my office.

"This tells me I do need to worry! Do you see what it says?"

Nico sighed. "I see what it says, Annabeth. He's trying to make sure the company's in good hands."

"It says, and I quote, I am watching you." Which was ironic, considering it came from Percy Jackson. Percy Jackson, who was blind. But I didn't note the irony to Nico. "I don't understand why you didn't tell him about me before."

"For exactly this reason. I didn't want him to freak out."

"Well, that worked well," I responded, before checking my attitude. "Sorry. I just have the added bonus of another boss looking down my neck."

"He won't be looking down your neck, Annabeth."

I nodded even though I was still uncertain. But then, something dawned on me. "Is my contract…is my contract still intact? He can't technically void it or anything, right?"

"You're taking his joke way too seriously."

"I'm just making sure."

"Trust me Annabeth. Percy has enough to worry about outside the Jackson Hotel Group to keep him plenty busy," Nico informed me.

"You mean, the divorce?"

"The divorce, the custody battle…" Huh. That part wasn't in the tabloids yet.

"The custody battle? I haven't heard about that."

"Well, Percy's trying hard to keep it out of the press for a reason," giving me a look. A look that said, now I know you read the tabloids.

I shook my head. "I'm not interested for the sake of being interested, Nico. We have to think about the optics of the company. If Percy's being dragged through the mud in the tabloids, that won't reflect well—"

"Percy isn't being dragged through the mud in the tabloids. He has a bitch of an ex-wife who cheated on him, shoved a divoirce down his throat the second he became blind, and now is using his blindness as a defense for her custody plea"

I swallowed. "Right."

"It's not for you to worry about. All you have to know is that Percy has his hands full, so you can just focus on doing your job. Forget about him and his scare tactics," he said, motioning to the post-it in my hand.

I nodded even though I knew it'd be impossible to forget about him, with or without the scare tactics. In fact, ever since I met Percy Jackson yesterday afternoon, ever since I'd dreamt of his crudeness, his touch…I hadn't been able to get him out of my mind.

"You have tea with Craig at one. Don't be late," Nico said, pulling me out of my head.

I nodded again. Graig Avil Ramirez-Arellano, the father of Nico's fiancee, was a very important business adviser to the company. Craig had asked Nico to set up a tea so he could get to know me. But I knew what 'get to know' meant. It meant judge. It meant, figure out if the new twenty-five-year-old female hire was competent, or if she just had a nice ass. I headed back to my office, ready to get some work done before I had to leave for tea. I was actually looking forward to it. Regardless of whether Craig was a pain in the ass or not, he would make a good distraction. And at the moment, I'd welcome any sort of distraction at all. Anything to take my mind off the handsome face with the green eyes. Anything.

I strode into the Ritz Hotel in Piccadilly, London all by myself, and saw Craig Avil Ramirez-Arellano already seated at the table. He was good-looking for his age, with silver hair and a deep tan. When he saw me coming, he rose to greet me.

"You must be Nico's new Percy."

"Annabeth." I said, shaking his hand.

"Well, come on, Annabeth, let's have a drink."

Craig waved down the server and ordered two whiskeys, neat. My eyebrows shot up–it was one o'clock on a Tuesday, but Craig didn't seem to mind one bit.

"I hear you're doing a good job," Craig said after he took his first gulp. He eyed me, ready to read whatever response I gave him.

"It's been an honor to work for the Jacksons so far."

"Enough of the pageant answers, Annabeth. Tea is for dishing."

"And what do you think I have to dish about?"

"Look at you. An attractive young woman in a company full of power-hungry men. You must have your finger on the pulse of what goes on."

"A lady never shows her hand, Mr. Arellano." I smiled, taking a sip of my drink.

"Don't listen to her, Craig. Annie isn't old enough to be a lady." At the sound of his voice, I almost choked on the whiskey. I whipped my head around, and there he was.

Percy Jackson.

Wearing a gray cashmere sweater and jeans, his tanned skin and raven hair seemed all the more darker. He looked like fucking black haired Hercules, if Hercules went to Oxfard.

"Percy. Been too long, my friend," Craig said, shaking his hand.

"What are you doing with this one?" Percy responded, nodding in my direction.

"My name is Annabeth," I managed to get out.

"Getting to know her a bit. Nico said she'd be around for a while—"

"Did he?" Percy smiled.

"What are you doing here Percy?" I asked, trying to sound genuinely curious.

"I have a meeting. My guest is late. You don't mind if I sit, do you?" he asked, already dropping into a chair.

"I'll grab you a drink," Craig announced, heading to the bar.

"You're infiltrating all the right places." Perfect said to me.

"Infiltrating? I'm not James Bond."

"Certainly not with that body." he replied, and my cheeks burned. Did he just say…? "Yes, under certain light, I can see shapes. You got my note?"

"Yes. Thank you for that," I said tersely, trying to get my body under control, to force myself to remain professional. But he slid his chair closer to mine, and it was enough to raise the hairs on the back of my neck.

"Annie, I'm going to be real with you. I'm not happy you've been hired—"

"Oh, well that's a shock." But as I said that, Percy Jackson dropped his hand onto my thigh, silencing me. My breath hitched, and immediately, heat exploded between my legs. He leaned in close, so his mouth was right next to my ear.

"I'm not happy you've been hired, but I don't mind how you react to seeing me," he whispered.

"What?" I snapped.

"Being blind means other senses are heightened."

"So?"

"I can smell you, Annie. I can smell your arousal."

"EXCUSE ME?" I demanded, jumping up from my chair, but Percy stood up, too.

"Excuse me," he said with a smile, and then he walked to a new table and took a seat.

"Is everything alright? Where's Percy?" Craig Avil Ramirez-Arellano asked when he returned to the table with fresh drinks. I pointed—I couldn't do much else. I was still trying to figure out what had just happened.

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