A/N: In just a ten minutes, I'll be leaving to a party. Joella's Graduation Party! Woo! Can't wait!

Iggy: Don't tell me you're having second thoughts.

Me: I am.

Iggy: Don't! Gosh, Aya. Go to the party! I think your skin is getting paler than mine.

Me: Are you kidding me? No! Your skin is paler, you know. I was born with this tan.

Chapter 3

Fang POV

I didn't expect that there will be more than one hundred applicants that will apply for the job.

Jesus. How am I going to find the right woman now? It's going to take a century!

"Ari," I said to Ari. "Help me. I want you to take out the women who don't look like they deserve the job."

Ari nodded. "Sure thing, boss." He left my office while I take a few deep breaths to ease my stress.

Jesus. A simple job, yet women are filling my house full. I don't even know why they're even here.

Ari came back after three minutes (Best assistant/butler/secretary I have ever hired). "Fang, they're all out. Should have known. They only wanted you. And by you, I mean the publicity, money and your... Everything. Yeah. But I left one."

"Who?"

"I should get her," He left my office a little too quickly that I became suspicious of him. He came back, with the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen trailing behind him. Instead of leaving my office, he sat down on the couch and crossed his legs. He motioned for the girl to sit in front of me. She didn't.

I suddenly stood up, feeling disrespectful. I am not going to let a girl like her knowing that I'm an impertinent man. Still, the girl didn't sit. Instead, she stood there, unsmiling (Though it would be nice if a smile would lit up her face), and her hand on her waist.

"Fang," Ari said, wearing the opposite face the girl was showing. "This is Maximum Ride. She's 20 years old, still in college and is good with kids. I'm guessing she's had more than two years of experience." Ari smirked at the girl. The girl, in return, glared.

She looks like a goddess. Wearing a gray business skirt that fell above her knees, a navy-blue and white striped short-sleeved blouse, a five-inch wide leather belt circled her narrow waist, PANTY HOSE, and adding to the contrast were black stiletto pumps. Her attire looked like she was going for the President of the United States seat.

Her brown hair was up in a messy ponytail. I also saw streaks of blond in her hair. Her eyes were milky brown and they seemed so unfathomable when you look at them. Her brows were a shade darker than her hair and well-shaped. She has an aristocratic nose. Long, brown eyelashes crowned her mesmerizing eyes. Her lips were a pale pink color. Oh, shit. Her mouth makes me want to kiss her endlessly.

Shit.

She turned back her gaze on me and rose her eyebrows. Is it getting hot in here? I loosened my tie, which seemed to be getting tighter and tighter as she approached my table. She rested her hands, palms down, on my table. I sat down. She eyed me while she leaned closer. I withdrew like a nerd being cornered.

"Mr. Nicholas Raine," She remarked, in a very husky voice. She continued. "When I entered your mansion, three hundred women, varying from the age of 20 to 60, were accumulating your living room like canned sardines," She retreated from my desk and sat down on one of the seats in front of me. She crossed her legs (which showed the slit of fabric that was the end of her panty hose). "Fifteen minutes later, your assistant came out, announcing that you are looking for a woman that just doesn't want the job just because of your reputation and your money and your looks. That pretty much eliminated 299 of them."

Behind her, Ari snorted. She glanced over her shoulder and gave Ari a look. Ari looked away. "She's the only one left."

"Why should I hire you?" I asked the stunning vision of a goddess. She met my gaze with her mesmerizing brown pools.

"Why, you ask. Well, I'll tell you why. I noticed, when I entered your living room, Barbie dolls are everywhere. I'm guessing those are your sister's. I also saw glitters all over the couches, throw pillows and on the rugs. Smudges of lip sticks are drawn the wall behind your curtains. See, Mr. Raine, I'm an observer. Judging by your loose tie, disheveled hair, and white knuckles, you are in desperate need of a maid-slash-nanny. And that your sister is giving you a hard and stressful time."

I completely ignored her reasons because I was too busy watching her mouth shape the words. I glanced at Ari, as if asking Should I hire her? He just shrugged, leaving me again with the decisions.

I nodded and took out a blank piece of paper. I scribbled notes, telling when Max can start and how much the wages are going to be. I handed the paper to her and we both stood up. She held out her hand and I shook it.

Here's the weird part. Electricity sizzled up and down my arm and all around my palm, where I felt her smooth and soft skin. We took her hands away right away. Did she feel it too?

"Thank you, Mr. Raine," She turned around to leave but stopped and looked back. "Oh, and by the way, this is going to be the first and last time you'll see me in this skirt and blouse."

"Not even in heels?" I teasingly asked. I saw a smile lighting up her face.

"Not even in those," She was almost at the door when she waved. "See ya, Fang!"

Did she just call me Fang?

But before I could even escape away to my Max-filled fantasies, I saw Ari's frown.

He closed the door behind her and leaned against it. "Did you just flirted with my sister?"

Wait.

Sister?

A/N: Ha-ha! There! I updated two chapters in one day! RnR?