Hi guys! So this chapter is in Martin's POV... I know cliffy from Phoebe Sorry!... Not ;)
E.L James you own most of this- you beauty :)
Again, as for the dodgy spellings for some of the users from USA... I'm English and so just ask if you have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about ... hell
not even I do most of the time!
Thanks for all the support again~ Twilightduckies (Zoë)
I waited upstairs for half an hour. Jeez, the Grey girl likes to take her god damn time. Waiting this long, I could've written a book and flown home and back by now, OK maybe not that much, but you get the picture.
Oh for fuck sake! Will she hurry up already?! OK, fine. I shall just tap my feet to a really annoying beat ... Ha I'm a poet and I didn't even know it. At this point I start chuckling to myself what am I doing with my life?
I hear the elevator stop just outside of the door and a beautiful woman walks out. Brown hair, gray eyes, curvy but sexy body ... Jeez she's hot!
"Err can I help you with something?" She asks me whilst fishing around in her bag. Oh god her voice is even better than I thought.
"Actually I was looking for a Miss Phoebe Grey would you possibly know where she is?"
Please be her. Please be her. Please be her. Fingers crossed behind my back...
"Can I ask what it's regarding?" She asks anxiously I mean why shouldn't she be worried about a stranger asking for - what I damn well hope - her.
"That's strictly confidential Miss..." Please. Please. Please.
"Miss Grey, Miss Phoebe Grey..." Thank Fuck! Yes! Living with fit girl for a year - goal!
"Oh, Well I am Sorry! My name is Martin, the student you said that you would take on?"
Why she took me on you may be asking? I want to go into the world of publishing. Reading books and deciding if they're good enough to publish. Why wouldn't the most successful woman - who owns a publishing company- not take me on for training for a year?
"Ah yes Mr Clarke- You'll be staying in the guest room in the penthouse.. There is going to be rules during your time here" She states matter-of-factly. Rules? I like the sound of where this is heading...
However, I decide to be the polite English man who my parents raised me to be. "Yes ma'am, anything in particular?" I look into her eyes and I see some sort of familiarity forming.
"1. No girls overnight" oh here we go..." I don't mind during the day, but after 10 I like some 'me time'." Typical! No fun for me during the night ... Except with her? No next it'll be 'no mixing business with pleasure'.
"2. I know you know who my family are, but I will ask you to sign a contract stating that you will not leak any information to anyone - especially media twats." Her family? Media? Wow now I'm confused! Damn you Elicia for distracting me from the research!
"3. You won't have the hots for my Mum- my Dad will try to kill you." Hots for her mum? What she's like 20-21 I'm guessing... So her mum has to be like 49 or something? Ew!
"4. Be in by 11 at the latest. I will lock the door afterwards." Again, typical woman.
"And finally 5. Don't try and hit it on with me. I am your boss and as my father would say 'Never mix business with pleasure'... Even though I really want to fuck you right now" And there's that rule of 'no mixing business with pleasure'... Wait what did she say?
I'm pretty damn sure that she wasn't supposed to say the last part out loud- seeing as she is now covering her sweet mouth with her delicate hands.
I take the last part in and have a deep breath before I reply. "Absolutely Miss Grey- I can quite agree with your father. However, I do appreciate your compliment and would like to return to you also" I look her straight into her eyes. Yes Miss Grey. Right here. Right now.
She practically drags me to her bedroom and we fuck. Plain and simple. I can straight away tell that she isn't a virgin- she knew exactly what to do, as did I ... Not that I have all the experience in the world. No all traces of Elicia gone.
When I wake the next morning, she is still asleep and breathing deeply. She looks cute and innocent when she's sleeping. She's anything but, I can tell you that for sure.
As she walks into the kitchen, I am sitting at the breakfast table with my steaming hot cappuccino and in my long t-shirt in which I bought with me to sleep in...
"Martin.. I" She starts to say. I automatically know exactly what she's going to say and so, I need to nip this in the bud, whilst it's still fresh.
I turn around in my chair and look her directly in the eyes.
"I know, It must never happen again- lets pretend it didn't. I will live my life and you'll live yours" I hold out my hand to shake hers in agreement.
She sakes my hand and then runs to her bedroom. Crying her eyes out. How do I know? Because I can hear her. I have some feelings for her already ... But not enough to do anything about them yet.