Chapter Two- You Look So Good To Me

I'm feelin' the glory from that smile upon your face
You lifted me high above my ordinary place, uh huh
And I am so happy when I'm in your warm embrace

Ah, you look so good to me
With my eyes open wide I can see
Ah, you feel so good to me
And who knows what your next move will be

- Billy Joel

Bonnie

When I clashed eyes with the guy who stood in front of me at the elevators, my pulse jumped, my heart stopped, and my stomach quivered. Never in my life have I reacted this way towards a man before.

As I stood in the elevator the doors closed, leaving me trapped inside with the sexy-as-sin man. I quickly leaned forward pressing the button for the floor I wanted and felt the heat flowing from his body to mine. My stomach still quivered and I was pretty sure my panties were soaked. He watched me carefully through the mirror on the doors while I watched him out of the corner of my eye. I refused to meet his eyes.

My heart was accelerating and I felt more turned on than I had been in a very long time. What the hell was happening? Matt was acting like an ass, but we were still in a relationship. At least I thought we were. I had no reason to be attracted or turned on to high heaven by a total stranger.

The stranger, who had decided to focus his full attention on me. What the hell's wrong with this elevator – it's damn slow!

"You're new here?" he stated, or was it a question? I wasn't really sure.

I finally managed to put my tongue back into my mouth. "Yes." He didn't take his eyes from me. "I assume you work in the building?" I asked, trying to hide my embarrassment. I wasn't used to being the object of such a pervasive gaze. His eyes twinkled.

"You could say that…. You haven't told me your name?"

What did that mean? He either worked here or not. "You haven't asked me my name."

"I would love to know your name, if you wouldn't mind telling me," he replied. He's smooth, I'll give him that.

I groaned inwardly. This guy was really turning me into a bubbling idiot. I knew that touching him would be a really bad idea, but I held my hand out anyway. "Bonnie Bennett."

He seemed to freeze for a split second, then he stood taller and took hold of my hand. He wrapped his fingers around mine; the contact brought me out in goose bumps all over my skin.I was suddenly glad I was wearing a jacket, otherwise he would know exactly what he did to me.

With my hand still clasped in his, I looked up. His eyes had darkened and a pulse was beating on the side of his neck. Mmm, I wouldn't mind using my tongue on that spot. I licked my lips; his eyes followed the movement of my tongue and darkened a few shades.

He coughed, released my hand and stepped slightly away from me. He was just as affected by me, if the bulge he was trying to hide in his trousers was anything to go by. That realization made me hotter.

"I'm Enzo St. John."

Those words soaked me in cold water. He's my boss! Shit.

I hadn't even arrived at the office yet, and I'd already flirted with my boss, or rather, one of them.

"Enzo St. John, as in… my boss," tumbled out of my mouth almost incoherently. Why me?

"Yeah, that's me." He looked about as happy as I did.

"Oh." The elevator pinged and the doors slowly opened on the floor of the Salvatore's Executive offices, where Mr. Gilbert had told me to meet him.

I couldn't help but feel a huge disappointment that he was one of my bosses. I really would have liked to get to know him better, and I didn't mean with sex. He was a really handsome man, tall with broad shoulders, slim torso, and the most amazing eyes. When he looked into mine, I sensed a yearning, for what, I wasn't sure, but something was there, other than attraction. A connection.

I heard a throat being cleared and pulled myself together enough to step out of the elevator in front of Enzo St. John and to greet . He looked from me to his boss with curiosity in his eyes.

"Ah, Bonnie. You've met Enzo St. John, I take it?" he asked with his eyes focused on me.

"Yes, we've met. Let's go to my office," Enzo replied to a startled Mr. Gilbert. He didn't sound too impressed either. After a brief look in my direction, Enzo started to walk toward the glass door, which I presumed led to the inner sanctum.

I followed both Enzo and Mr. Gilbert along the corridor and tried not to wobble over in my heels. The carpet was so thick, like sponge. I would have loved to walk along there without my shoes, it would probably feel amazing.

The offices were plush with no money having been spared on the executive floor. I couldn't help but wonder what the other floors looked like. The art on the walls looked like originals, at least I thought they did. I wasn't sure where all the paperwork was stored, as the furniture was minimum, but expensive by the look of things.

I didn't know if I was ready to go back to work. Within a week my work space would probably be a complete and utter mess. I wasn't the tidiest of people.

Following Enzo into his office felt like I was walking straight into the lion's den.

Enzo had set his briefcase on the table and pulled a handful of documents out, before moving it to the floor.

"John, here are the papers you left last night. I've signed them, so you're good to go. Thank you for seeing to Bonnie but I can take it from here," he told Mr. Gilbert who looked flustered.

Not sure what that was about.

"Okay, Enzo." He turned to me. "I'll talk to you later, Bonnie." He quickly walked out of the office and once again I was left alone with the very hot Enzo St. John.

Enzo

While I led Bonnie and John to my office, I'd hoped to get my libido and disappointment under control. I was an idiot for not realizing in the lobby who she was. I'd only this morning been thinking about having a new assistant and the assurance from John that she was perfect and the ideal choice. After seeing the look on John's face when he'd realized we'd already met, it made me wonder whether or not John had an ulterior motive as to employing Bonnie.

I walked across my office to my desk, quickly retrieved the papers for John, then placed my briefcase near the coat rack and took a seat, hoping to hide the evidence of my arousal. My brothers, especially Damon, would have a field day if they knew I'd reacted like I had to my new bloody assistant.

Once John left, I just watched her fidget. She was nervous and I wasn't surprised after the heat that pulsated between us in the elevator. The light went out of her eyes when she found out who I was. If I hadn't been watching closely, I would have missed her reaction. It wasn't fake. She really hadn't known who I was.

"Bonnie." I loved the sound of her name. She had her eyes locked on me, which was driving me crazy. "I know John interviewed you for the position of his assistant, but the position open was actually as mine. I've had a bit of trouble in the past with interviewing, so thought it best to leave it up to John. I'm really sorry for not being up front, but I hope you'll stay."

I could see the wheels turning in her head. "Why do you have problems interviewing?"

Hell, I certainly hadn't expected a question back, most people just agreed with me. "In the past when I've interviewed, the interviewee has known who I am. They ended up being more interested in me and my brothers rather than the job. Not only is it embarrassing, but it's annoying as well. Whereas you hadn't a clue who I was in the elevator. It was quite….refreshing." Why the hell did I tell her that?

I shuffled some papers on my desk to hide my discomfort at having admitted about the interviews. "As my assistant, I expect all deadlines met. I do not expect you to run around on personal issues for me. If I slip and ask, then you tell me no."

She laughed. "Okay. I won't have a problem saying no." She was sitting opposite me with the biggest grin on her face, and all I wanted to do was drag her over my desk and seal our lips together.

I cleared the obstruction, which I knew was desire, from my throat and stood up. "Please follow me, Bonnie, and I'll show you to your desk. The reference we received for you was excellent and they complimented you on your computer skills, which I can assure you will be an asset in this job. My computer skills leave a bit to be desired, so it will be nice to rely on you for that."

Bonnie placed her purse on her desk then turned to look at me. Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing was uneven. I wondered if she was finding the closeness difficult as well.

"Okay then. Here is the password for the computer. When you log on, please change it to something only you know, but please tell me. Do not write it down." I really needed to leave.

"Will you be alright out here? The coffee is over there and it should be fresh. Olivia from reception out front makes it daily. I don't expect you to fetch me coffee, but when I have a meeting, I may, depending on who it is, ask for coffee, otherwise, I can get it myself. This tray right here has work in it, which I should imagine will keep you busy for most of the day." I turned to pour a cup of coffee, so I could escape back to my office.

"Mr. St. John?"

I hadn't realized she'd walked over to me and when I turned back around she stood so close that I had to force myself not to take a step back. "Yes?"

She looked rather flustered. "Thank you for not giving me my marching orders before," she said, waving her arms around.

"Why would I do that? You haven't done anything wrong." I couldn't look away from her eyes when I noticed they were almost violet.

"I mean for…. ah…. well…. flirting," she blurted out eventually.

Flirting. She really had been flirting with me. I hadn't imagined it.

"Okay." I turned and walked back into my office, closing the door behind me. Once safely inside, I leaned back against it and breathed a sigh of relief. I was so screwed. Perhaps it was just as well that Damon was in San Diego. I think I'd seriously have to hurt my brother if he went anywhere near her.

My cell started to ring on the desk, effectively pulling me out of my trance. I reached across to grab my phone and glanced at the display.

"Mason?" My oldest brother, and the most serious. Up until his car accident, he was as bad a womanizer as Sebastian, but now he was practically a recluse.

"What's Damon up to now?" he asked as way of greeting.

I sat down in my chair. "I haven't spoken to him in two days, and that isn't from lack of trying." I leaned back in my chair and did a ninety degree turn to face the window and the skyline.

"Tell him I need help out here…. he'll come."

"Are you sure about that?" Damon had never done what he was told, it used to drive our mother up the wall.

"Yes. Send someone to find him and get him on a plane to me." Shit.

I hit end on the phone, because it was already beeping in my ear. Mason had always had a problem with manners, but after his accident they were nonexistent.

After a few minutes of debating with myself, I punched out a text message to Julian from the San Diego office, asking him to find Damon and ring me when he was with him.

Author's Note:

Thanks for the reviews guys, I don't know why wouldn't show some of the comments but anyways I saw them in my emails and I'm glad people enjoyed the first chapter. Also it's comic con weekend the cast is on a flight to San Diego right now. Hope we get some bonenzo spoilers tomorrow.