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How awkward was this? Eating with your boss? And not just any boss. But the CEO of a billionaire company. And it wasn't exactly great knowing he saw you fall flat on your face.

Harper sat uncomfortably in her chair as he began to order to the waitress a couple things off the menu he hadn't even looked at. The waitress was more than envious of my company, blushing red in the cheeks as she gawked at the handsome male, ignorant to her.

"Honestly, this is really unnecessary," Harper objected, once the waitress fled from sight. He returned his gaze to her, pouring himself a glass of water in the process.

"You shouldn't complain, Miss Daniels. Besides, I feel I deserve to treat you to a meal considering I had been part to blame for your ordeal. Your standard of work is so far exceptional," he said, wetting his bottom lip before taking a sip from the pristine glass.

Harper hated that simple action. It had her nerves rocketing up to the roof. He's just so darn beautiful.

"I also understand you may not have wanted this position but I promise it's temporarily," he added, "just until...I find someone else. Then you may return to your position."

Harper relaxed a little at that. Why was he being so nice? Guilt?

"Thank you," she replied, feeling it was necessary to show some gratitude.

"So," he began, undoing the ends of his sleeves and rolling each to his elbow on each arm. "Is this your first career? If you don't mind me saying, you don't look a day old out of University."

Harper felt a blush creep up her neck. "Erm, six months to be exact."

"Where?"

"Oxford."

"Impressive."

"Thank...you," she replied bashfully.

"I understand under the circumstances that it's a little different but did you intend for this career path?" he asked, paying full attention. Harper was getting a little self-conscious at those eyes studying her closely.

"I...just enjoy maths and—and, I was aware of your establishment being good for opportunities," she said earnestly, shyly looking towards the cutlery on the table.

"Did you hurt yourself earlier?" he asked.

"Oh—oh, no. It was nothing," Harper objected, waving off his concern.

"Please be careful next time," he replied, a sign of worry flashed across his face.

There was silence for a second or two until he approached her with unexpected question. "Is there anything you'd like to ask me?"

"Erm." She blushed. "I—don't know if—"

"You could ask how an attractive, young male like myself owns an oil company," he suggested and teased with a mischievous smile. Was he? No, he couldn't be.

"Erm," Harper chuckled anxiously. "I guess then."

"It's a family owned business. It's been in the generations for years. I went to University, had the desire to go into law but instead I was gifted the joy of the family's business. And now I own a billionaire company that fuels the homes, the cars you drive and fuels anything animated, around the nation and global scale," he explained, revealing more than Harper had expected.

"Like a lawyer?" she found herself asking.

"Yes. Ironically enough, I wanted to be an environmentalist lawyer," he replied.

Harper chuckled. "That is."

A short laugh fled his own. He had such a sexy laugh, Harper thought. Goddamit, why was he so attractive. It should be criminal to be that good-looking.

"Do you have any siblings?" he then asked, now diving more into personal details that again she didn't expect to be asked.

"Er, no. Only child. I guess you could say I was lucky for attention but it sucked for company," she replied, feeling a little less stressed in his presence.

"I have one. Violet. She's a bloody nuisance but I love her," he said, rolling his eyes gently. It was so bizarre how comfortable he appeared and how very close they were becoming in subjects.

Harper smiled shyly. She wasn't sure what else to say. What could she say? What boundaries could she push? This was just so surreal.

"Do you live alone?" he piped up, startling her with another personal question.

"Erm, I live with my friend."

"Guy?"

"No... my friend Daniella," she replied, unsure why it intrigued him to know the gender of her friend. Again, it could have just been reason to make conversation. There was nothing conspicuous about that.

She could see his mouth parting to answer another question until their food arrived.

It was half six when they left the restaurant. He was even chivalrous to open the front door as he ushered her towards the curb. It was raining heavily outside, and with another generous act, he offered his suit jacket despite that she wearing an anorak but she didn't decline. The warmth and invasion of his strong, addictive scent made her feel fuzzy inside. This was just so bizarre.

And then when his hand slid onto her back, mid-way, she could have sworn her heart had jumped out her ribcage. It was merely an action of reassurance as he ushered them into the black SUV that had driven them there earlier.

Samuels, the driver, who she had recognised from earlier, greeted her boss with politeness and followed with the same mannerism towards Harper.

"Where do you live?" Her boss asked.

"Oh no, it's fine. You could drop me off back at work. My car---"

"---Your address, Miss Daniels." He insisted, refusing to listen to her objection.

And that was that. Not only sharing a bizarre evening with her boss, she was now in the backseat sat adjacent to him embraced in the safety of his jacket. She dared a quick glimpse to him; he was looking out the window which took for her chance to admire him up closely.

He's literally a model. Those lips looked soft, kissable. What would they feel like? And those arms? Would they engulf me?

He then looked over, causing her to blush and instantly retract her gaze. She did catch a glimpse of his humour through the trace of his smirk.

They soon arrived outside her complex. She opened the door, thanking the driver, Samuels, and then turned to thank her boss for the evening.

"You're welcome. I'll see you tomorrow," he said, before she closed the door.

She watched as the vehicle disappeared out of sight despite the rain's downpour.

"Ah, shit," she cursed, noticing that she had his jacket on.

As soon as she entered the flat, she was immediately as expected interrogated by Daniella who was very observant of the male jacket wrapped around Harper's body.

"Where have you been then, Missy?"

"Erm...would you believe me if I told you my boss took me out for food and just dropped me off?" Harper said with haste, and without taking a breath.

"What!" Daniella shrilled. "Is this his jacket then?"

Harper nodded, pulling it off with some effort, not wanting to part with it as she allowed her friend to observe closely the jacket. "I forgot to give it back."

"Okay, you're explaining everything right now," Daniella demanded.

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Harper wasn't going to lie when she said didn't want to depart from the jacket. She had ironed it after feeling it needed some TLC after she had mistakenly took it with her home. She could only hope he wouldn't be mad but after yesterday's delightful conversation, she was a little less stressed to see him. Maybe, this job could actually be good?

She exited the lift, slowly it stopping herself from hugging it as she recomposed her professional mannerism. Harper headed for his office, watching as the doors opened outwards and he met her eyes.

And then out of nowhere, from some higher influence, it had to be, she tripped on a non-existent object and went for the fall. With lighting speed, instead of the impact of the floor, she felt the sturdy grip of two arms protecting her from the fall. Her heart was exploding at the embrace of him holding her steady. Her hands she hadn't realised, naturally slid around his neck awkwardly holding them closer than expected.

Oxygen was very limited now. Harper's chest was rising higher and lower faster than she could blink.

"Are you okay?" he said barely in a whisper.

"Y-yes, sorry," she apologised, removing her hands from as she stood up. "I—I—"

"—You're rather clumsy, I've noticed. Your trip yesterday could have been dodged," he said, studying her face with interest.

"Thank you," she thanked him, trying best to detach her gaze from him. It was too dangerous. "I apologise. I forgot to give you this back. I-I—ironed what I could and—"

He laughed a little. "That wasn't necessary but thank you. Anyway, your work has been arranged. I expect it done before midday. And then I expect you to take a well-earned break," he stated, before taking his jacket back into the office.

Harper stood there like an idiot, feeling a little giddy.

Around three, she was on the twenty-seventh floor after the photo-copier refused to work on the top and the others were preoccupied. She was standing there when some male colleague entered, looking prim and proper in his waist jacket and smart trousers. There was a friendly smile on his face, maybe a little too friendly as he met Harper's nervous gaze. He was good-looking, she thought. Not as...wait, why was she comparing him to her boss?

"Hi there," the guy spoke, introducing himself. "I'm Elliot, you?"

"H-Harper." She smiled bashfully.

"Hello Harper, what floor do you work on?" he asked, a grin licked across his lips.

"I work as a personal assistant for Mr Brewer although not...really. I'm supposed to be on the ninth floor. A financial specialist," she said earnestly.

"Wow. You work close to the big cheese then? Why the switch?" he asked, intrigued as he leant on the side of the photo-copier. Harper had noticed he was standing a lot closer towards her.

"I have no idea. Not my choice. It should be temporary," she said.

"Well, I hope to see you down here more often," he replied, a teasing smile accompanied to that.

Harper blushed.

"Catch you around, Harper," he said, taking the stapler from off the shelf that was adjacent and above to the photo-copier. Harper pressed her lips together, feeling a little dazed as the flirty stranger left the room. 

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