Thank you guys for all the love, once again! Please Enjoy and Review. And I'm sorry if some of you thought Ana was a little rude last chapter. It has to do with what happened to Teddy and his previous relationship. She's being mama bear and thinks Olivia just wants to sleep with her baby.

The interviews are the worst part of my exciting day, without a doubt. Most of the interns are females and think that by batting their eyelashes at me they'll get what they want. While some were rather beautiful I always enjoyed a good conquest, not a girl that would just throw everything at me, which most of these girls wanted to do. Only three of the girls were actually competent and would most likely be guaranteed a permanent job when the internship was over. The others would most likely pass by my bed or not at all, and by the end of their internship they would have to look for a job on their own. The male interns on the other hand lacked imagination, but there was always time for improvement this early on.

To say that I'm happy when the last intern walks out of my office would be an understatement. I had always hated interviewing people and it all had to do with my impatience with them. Resumes could be impressive but the applicants always seemed to lack something in my eyes, maybe it had to do with the fact that I was distrusting of most people. Mother always told me I would rather do all the work myself than allow someone to do it and mess everything up. She also told me it wasn't a good trait to have and up until now I hadn't seen the reality of her words. In only a month I would have to trust my employees to help me keep GEH alive and flying higher than ever.

But remember last time. The last time you trusted someone, she betrayed you. She did it right in front of your family too.

No, trust didn't come easy to me anymore. The last time I had trusted blindly I had been humiliated and even now my heart was still bruised, no matter how hard I tried to deny it.

I shake the thoughts away from my head, now was not the time to think about her. Looking down at my watch I see there are only five minutes left before my lunch hour, before lunch with Olivia. I can't help the smile that graces my face at the thought of that little fireball and her adorable blush. There was something special about her, and it had nothing to do with her obvious beauty. Perhaps, during our lunch I will be able to see what that something is. I pull out my BlackBerry and text Thompson to get the car ready, not wanting to walk all the way towards the parking lot in the rain.

Standing up I walk over to the mirror I have on one of the steel toned walls and glance at my hurt nose. Just like Thompson had said, the skin had begun to bruise and it wasn't looking pretty at all. Luckily the swelling had gone down thanks the ice pack Olivia had given me, during our earlier talk. Fixing my suit and ignoring my bruised face I make my way out of the office and walk towards Andrea's desk where she is teaching Olivia about the network.

'' Teddy,'' she greets once she spots me. '' Do you want me to order lunch?''

'' No, thank you Andrea,'' I politely refuse, '' I'll be having lunch out today with Ms. Hart.''

Her perfectly arched eyebrow goes up in an instant, knowing well that I never take a GEH girl out for anything.

'' Well then, I hope you enjoy,'' she says politely.

'' Is my dad still on the call?'' I ask trying not to glance too much at the beautiful blonde, standing quietly by her side.

'' Yes, though I'm sure he's almost done if you want to speak with him,'' she replies ready to press a manicured nail to announce me in by phone.

'' No, no it's alright. I just wanted to know,'' I tell her before turning to Olivia, who is now dried off and looking just as gorgeous as before. '' Are you ready to go?'' I ask her.

'' Yes,'' she replies grabbing her purse from under the desk.

'' Let's go then,'' I say offering her my arm which she shyly takes. '' I'll see you bit Andrea.''

Andrea nods politely, but not before I see her click her tongue in displeasure of my and Olivia's closeness. She was one of the few outside my family that knew how wrong my one and only true relationship had fallen apart, and like mother disliked my flings. No doubt she would call my mother to alert her to my lunch out of the office. Mom had eyes and ears in this building, and they were named Andrea. It was the only way she would be able to know which blonde she could glare at for sleeping with her son.

I give her a pointed look as I lead Olivia into the elevator, not wanting this sweet girl to endure my mother's wrath. As the elevator begins its descent to the lobby I can't notice how perfect it feels to have her arm in mine. I know she feels it too. The shiver that goes down her body gives it away and she purposely avoids eye contact.

Ding.

The doors open and it seems like the world goes by in slow motion. People stop what they're doing to have a better look at what I have next to me. Glares and surprised looks are thrown both our ways, though the glares seem to be the most common. Ariana looks like she swallowed something sour as we pass by her desk, but I pay her no attention. All my attention is on the beauty next to me as I walk her out to the waiting Audi outside in the pouring rain. Thompson quickly moves to shield me from the rain with an umbrella, when he stops in surprise to see what I have on my arm.

'' Thompson,'' I snap eyeing him to shield us both from the rain.

'' Sir,'' he says covering both Olivia and I, and leading us to the car.

I let Olivia in first and follow quickly behind. Thompson immediately jumps into the car and pulls into the awaiting traffic.

'' Where to sir,'' he asks.

'' Is there somewhere in particular you would like to go?'' I ask Olivia.

'' No, where ever you'd like is fine,'' she replies softly.

She probably doesn't want to suggest somewhere that might not be to my liking. She most likely thinks all I eat is caviar and sip on mimosas all day long.

'' The Artisan Café, Thompson, please,'' I order.

'' Right away, sir,'' he replies turning towards the street where the café was on.

Smart thinking, Grey! A quaint café with delicious food and good prices that don't show off how rich you are, but don't make you look cheap.

'' Have you been to the Artisan?'' I ask her wanting to hear her sing-song voice.

'' No, I haven't,'' she shakes her head.

'' Well I hope you like Vietnamese food, their pork sandwich is to die for and they have amazing milkshakes,'' I tell her almost sounding like a small child.

'' I'm a vegetarian,'' she says looking me straight in the eye.

Shit! Okay, I think they have a salad, do they have a salad? Shit, should I take her somewhere else?

'' Um…''

'' Kidding,'' she lets out a giggle, her eyes dancing with humor.

'' Oh, thank God. I was about to kick you out of the car,'' I sigh in over exaggerated relief.

She giggles once more and it's like a soft tune that can make anyone smile. Suddenly, that bruise my heart has seems to be getting smaller. It's an odd sensation. For years that bruise had been with me and now it felt different.

I don't have any more time to analyze the bruise as I see the café come into view. Thompson pulls over to park by the sidewalk and quickly opens the umbrella and our door. I gracefully get out of the car, but I can't say the same for Olivia as her heel slips on the slippery step. Something in me immediately jumps and I quickly catch her before she has a chance to fall. Her small body collides with mine and her arms wrap around my neck. Her soft looking pink lips are only a breath away from my own. My arms are wrapped around her petite waist and I don't have the will to let go of her.

'' Are you alright?'' I ask her helping her down from the car.

'' Yes, thank you,'' she whispers, her green eyes shining brighter than ever.

I nod my head not finding anything to say to her. Her green eyes still hold me captive and I'll I want is to pull her even closer to my body.

'' You can let go now, Mr. Grey,'' she whispers again.

I look down to see my arms still firmly wrapped around her delicate body and I have no want to pull them away from her, but I do anyway.

'' Shall we?'' I ask gesturing towards the café.

She nods her head in agreement, but she looks somewhat dazed as she follows me into the café. I open the door for her and she steps in, glancing around at her surroundings. The Artisan looks like most Seattle cafes with baskets of bread and chalk boards announcing today's specials. Bright and colorful the Artisan is one of my favorite stops in Seattle.

Olivia scans the menu as do I even though I already know what I'm ordering. The pull pork sandwich and chocolate milkshake was my usual order, and I could probably devour it in a matter of minutes.

'' Do you see something you like?'' I ask her.

Preferably me?

'' I think I'll try the pulled pork sandwich and a strawberry milkshake,'' she says looking up at me.

A girl after my own heart, I hated those girls that only ate salads in front of guys and sipped on some shitty organic tea.

'' Good choice,'' I smile down at her, ''Why don't you get a table while I order?''

'' Okay,'' she nods reaching for something in her purse. I'm surprised when I see her pull out her wallet. '' Here,'' she says handing me a ten dollar bill.

'' What? No, I invited you,'' I tell her handing back the bill.

'' I rather pay,'' she says pushing the money into my hand.

'' I think I can afford a twenty dollar lunch,'' I say trying not to sound like some rich ass.

She huffs knowing well that my bank account wouldn't drop a single inch without twenty dollars.

'' Olivia, I'm your boss and I invited you do as I say, please,'' I tell her moving up in the line.

'' Fine, thank you,'' she says putting the money back into her purse and going in search of a table.

I place our order and hand over the money to the chatty teen behind the counter telling her to keep the change. Glancing around I spot Olivia sitting at one of the tables by the window, looking out towards the rainy street.

'' Order, ready,'' the girl announces handing me the tray.

'' Thanks,'' I say.

She nods and gets back to greeting the next guest as I walk off to the awaiting blonde.

'' Your food Ms. Hart,'' I announce setting the tray between us.

'' Thank you,'' she smiles that shy smile as she takes her food.

'' You're most welcome,'' I reply before taking a large sip of my shake.

As I drink I can feel her emerald gaze on me and I instantly look up to see her watching me. I kind of feel self-conscious under her stare.

'' Is there something on my face? Is the bruise uglier?'' I ask her moving my hand to touch my nose.

'' No,'' she lets out a small laugh, '' you're face is fine.''

'' Then what is it?'' I ask again.

'' I just wouldn't take you for a sandwich and milkshake type of guy,'' she answers honestly.

'' What kind of guy would you take me for?''

She shrugs and plays with the straw in her shake, avoiding my gaze.

'' Let me guess you think I only eat lobster and drink martinis as I gaze at my bank account lustfully,'' I tease taking a bite of my sandwich.

'' Something like that,'' she giggles.

'' Well I can assure you that's not me. I enjoy McDonalds and Doritos, and soda in between other things,'' I tell her. '' But if you'd like, I could take you to the Eiffel tower for dinner on the company's private jet and flash you my money.''

'' Is that what you do for most girls?'' She asks taking a small bite of her own meal.

'' No, I usually just have to show off one credit card and then it rolls from there,'' I joke.

'' That must be sad,'' she mumbles.

'' What is?'' I ask confused.

'' To not know if people want you for your money or for you,'' she replies moving her gaze back to me.

I'm stunned by her words, the honesty behind them. She spoke the words I had always asked myself when I met people and soon after when I was betrayed.

'' And how do you see me?'' I ask.

'' I just met you,'' she whispers and when I think she won't continue she does. '' You're kind from what I can tell and funny which is a good trait to have in life, and you're more than your empire.''

Shit. Why is my heart racing like this?

What is this feeling?

'' And you have a lovely smile,'' she adds.

Sweetheart, look in the mirror.

Somehow my gray world is adding a different shade.

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