Chapter Two

After digging through my closet, trying my hardest to find something at least decent to change into, I ended up wearing the exact same outfit I had started with. The only addition being a pair of black leather Chanel pumps. I made my way out of my building and down a few blocks to the office.

For some reason as soon as I stepped foot out of the elevator, and the vision of Edwards office flooded my sight, I panicked. My body froze at the door, I couldn't even seem to lift my hand to knock on the door. What was happening to me? He just said he needed to speak to me, it's probably just about some meeting that he needs to schedule, or maybe he needs me to find him a date for the ball tonight. Oh goodness, what if he was unhappy with something I did; what if he was calling me in so that he could fire me?

With complete control over my hand now, I quietly knocked on the door to his office. He arrived at the door, in a fraction of a second it seemed. His tousled bronze hair, deep topaz eyes, and pale skin captured my thoughts and made me feel so very inferior. He didn't appear as a 25 year old man but almost an 18 year old boy. If the good looks weren't enough, when he turned forty I'm sure he would still look as if he was just coming into his late twenties.

"Good morning Becca" he interrupted my train of thought. "Did you make it here without tripping?"

"Umm yes actually I did." I defensively replied.

"Well just making sure. So, join me in my office?" he asked. I knew it was a question, but could I really deny his invitation?

"Of course. Lead the way."

We made our way from the door into his large office. It was nicely decorated with dark oak furniture and forest green accents. I had stepped foot into the office before, but this particular occasion gave me more time to analyze my surroundings.

He sat down in his large brown office chair and gestured for me to do the same, but in a smaller, less comfortable chair. Sitting there on the opposite side of his desk gave me the full aspect of his stare. We sat in silence for a few seconds.

"Well how are you?" he said, breaking the silence.

"I'm well, but I'm sure you didn't have the intentions of catching up when you asked me to 'join' you in your office." I blushed, letting my eyes wonder around the room.

"You're right." he paused. "So you have worked for me for about a month now, and your work here has been appreciated by many, other than me."

"Wow I can't even last for a whole month. Shows how great I am at life." I said cutting him off.

"What are you talking about Becca?"

"Did you not call me in here to fire me?"

"No not at all. Oh I guess I addressed this all wrong." he paused again. Did he understand that the pauses made me all the more nervous? "I wanted to ask you if you would join me at the gala tonight."

Did he really just ask this? Out of all of the other beautiful 5'7", size two models in this office he chose to ask me. I really wished that my voice didn't choose this moment in time to disobey my wishes.

"Errrrr………… I would really love to Edward but is that professional? And I don't have anything to wear. Wouldn't you rather bring someone more fit for you?" I pursed my lips and I'm sure he could tell that I was unsure of his question by the look in my eyes.

"And what would you mean by 'more fit'" he made air quotes with his fingers.

"Well I just mean, errr, I don't know you're just so, well-" I gave up struggling for words.

"Don't even think I haven't thought this through. I wish for you to join me at the gala tonight and no worries for the dress situation. I had my personal shopper go a pick three out in your size and they are downstairs in the locker room." he was so good at everything he did.

"Well thank you. And I guess I have to accept your invitation." I continued with joy in my voice. "What time should I meet you there?"

"Actually I was thinking that maybe you would join me at my apartment for drinks."

"Umm sure. What time?" I replied skeptically. I couldn't read his face, but I felt as if I saw a look of remorse, like he wanted me to deny him. He was so cryptic with his emotions and I wasn't quite sure if this trait of his bothered or intrigued me.

He sauntered over to my chair, and bent down so that we were at eye level. My sight went fuzzy and I became dizzy as his head hovered just slightly above mine and his cool, sweet breathe grazed my face.

"Let's say seven, is that good for you?" he asked in a somewhat provocative tone.

"Umm that sounds perfect." my voice shaky. And at that moment I felt a slight feeling of fear and passion all at the same time.