Cameron Morgan sat on her seat, trying her best not to squirm under the gorgeous man's stare. Her answers were clear and smooth so far, and she was proud that her voice didn't waver. The man, Zachary Goode, her future boss, stared at her with his arms crossed on his chest, his eyes darker than usual.

"Let's start now, shall we?" Zachary asked.

Cammie nodded despite the fact that he had just asked that. He smirked at her and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Rolling her eyes would not leave a good record on her, she thought. Instead of asking the basic questions, such as what was her name, age and all those stuff (even though he already knew it) he asked a question that surprised both him and her.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Zachary asked, unable to contain his curiosity.

Cammie blinked, surprised that someone such as her future boss, would ask that. Where was the professionalism in this man?

Cammie knew that Zachary Goode was a successful man; continuing his parent's company, handling it all on his own at the age of 25. But why would he ask her that? He was also a playboy; having different girls on his arms every single night. Could it be he was interested in her? Her body tingled and warmed; and she couldn't fight: she started to feel giddy with excitement.

"Why do you ask, Mr. Goode?" She said, licking her bottom lip and biting it out of nervousness. What would he say?

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Why did he ask? He didn't know. How stupid it was of him to ask her something like that. How.. What was the word? Ah, yes. Unprofessional of him. And yet he couldn't resist asking her the question. And now it totally backfired. So, thinking quickly, he said, "I want to know whether any staff of mine, especially my personal assistant, will be bothered by someone here in my office. After all, I don't want unwanted guests." He said, stressing the word 'unwanted' a bit too long. He stared at her, totally poker-faced, trying not to give away his eagerness in her answer.

"No, Mr. Goode. I don't have a boyfriend. So you can expect me to be only focused in my work." She stared at him and he wondered why she looked a bit disappointed.

Zachary tries to ignore the stare and looks down at Cammie's resume. "Well, it seems you're fit for the job. Only one more thing: make me coffee."

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Cammie couldn't believe her ears. Coffee? That was all she had to do? This job was hers, for sure. "Okay." She says. Then she raises her eyebrows at him, questioning. "Oh. There," he says, gesturing towards a table that was filled with cups, coffee, milk and cream at the side of the wide office. She nods and abruptly stands up, heading towards the table.

Zach stared at her, suddenly happy that he decided to put the table at the side of the room for it gave him rather a good time to admire her ass. He taps his fingers on his table and watches her as she kept adding and adding things to the cup, humming a bit and he suddenly had a vision of her wearing nothing but HIS shirt at his mansion, making coffee in the morning and making him breakfast. He closes his eyes and shakes his head; ashamed of what he just thought of. Little did he know that the woman she was staring at was thinking the exactly same thing.

After about three minutes, she comes back, cup in hand. "Here you go, Mr. Goode." She says, leaning down a bit to put it on his table, revealing just a teeny tiny bit of her chest. But Zachary definitely enjoyed the view. "Thanks." He says, nodding. He grabs the cup and slowly brings it to his lips, all the while thinking, please taste good, please taste good, please taste good. Because as much as he liked Ms. Morgan, he simply couldn't have an assisstant who made bad tasting coffee. He wasn't disappointed. It tasted good, creamy and sweet but not too sweet, just like he wanted. It was a good change to the dull, black coffee. He smiles at her and she smiles back. He sets down the cup, stands up and looks down at her, since he was now towering over her. "Welcome to Blackthorne Enterprises Ms. Morgan." He says, extending his hand. She takes it and at that moment, a spark, a charge, an electric current runs down the both of them. And at that moment they both realized that the other burned with desire for the other. She takes her hand back quickly, muttering a thank you, while looking down at the floor. And though Zachary normally would have been irritated, he thanked her for it, because if he had stayed connected to her a moment longer, he knew that he wouldn't able to control himself; he would press his lips against hers and kiss her to oblivion.

A/N: sorry if it's short. I'm excited for Divergent; I'm watching later.

Comments, suggestions and questions will be highly appreciated.

-Tris