AARON

7 June, Tuesday

The company was in chaos when I got to the office on Tuesday morning. Everyone is running around to get their jobs done, not a soul lingering around with no purpose.

I headed to my office and opened my laptop, answered emails and went through messages. Not even thirty minutes later a knock interrupts me.

Sighing I look up at my assistant Liela as she opens the door. "Sir, Mrs Marcela's assistant is here for your meeting."

"Send her in."

I continue typing out an email replying to Brooke's Beauty, who wants to sponsor my company with make up. They are known to have the best products and are extremely famous in the country for their quality.

Just as I finish the email I look up and find a brunette on my sofa near the window on the left of my office. Her face is covered by a magazine, she is seated with her legs crossed at the ankles. My eyes drift down as I take her in.

Black heels cover her feet, a navy blue pencil skirt that reaches mid thigh hugs her curves, a black shirt fits tightly around her torso. My eyes trail back down to her legs as I take in the smooth skin.

"If you're done checking me out, we can start." My eyes don't move from her, her brown hair reaches below her breasts in long curls. I look up at the magazine but see her raising a sharp brow, her eyes narrowed. Those eyes... I know those eyes.

"You must be Marcela's assistant?"

"Harley Jaden". She places the magazine on the table and stands, she extands her hand but I'm frozen as I stare at her.

She's the girl I bumped into at the coffee shop on Friday. Those brown eyes hold me down as I try leveling out my thoughts.

"Aaron Burkley". I mutter as I take her hand in mine. Her skin is soft in my palm-but not nearly as soft as her lips- the sensation hasn't left my mind since I placed my finger on them.

She coughs and I'm brought out of my thoughts. I let go of her hand and clear my throat. Wipping my now clammy hands on my pants.

"These are Marcela's designs that you requested. They are divided into three categories-Late Night Gleam, Midnight Sun and Ocean Springs." She places three stacks of paper symmetrically on my desk. "Late Night Gleam is a set of dark blues and blacks which include formal attires." I look through the designs and my stress levels dropped so fast due to how elegant yet casual the designs were, navy blue and black pants suits and coats. I have a good feeling about this arrangement."Midnight Sun include, soft beiges and pinks, and Ocean Springs is a combination of turquoise and whites."The Midnight Sun designs are of casual pants and coats, and the Ocean Springs have pleated skirts and flowy dresses.

"Marcela is really talented, her designs are all unique." The different textures and sorted colours along with the designs she made are all absolutely amazing. I can't wait for Thursday to role around, each minute seems like torture.

"All her designs have a connection to her, a story or an emotion. The designs and colours were chosen to suit each and every women, explaining what they go through in a way only they will understand."

The meeting continued for another half hour. We discussed the background of each design so that I'll be able to understand their style and how I can improve my photographs by taking the perfect shots. Harley explained in so much detail, she would smile in between and sigh in contentment, that alone told me that Marcela meant alot to her.

"Thank you for your time Mr Burkley. Marcela said that I should give you my number incase you need any assistance regarding any designs or anything at all." Harley stood up after she gave me her cellphone number and was about to exit my office.

"Wait!"

I grabbed her wrist and spun her around so that I was looking at her face.

"I wanted to apologize for Friday. I was distracted by my phone call and hadn't noticed you infront of me."

"Its okay, you already apologized so you don't need to stress on the matter. I'll be on my way."

She removes her arm from my grasp and starts walking away. "Harley, can I atleast make it up to you?"

"You really don't have to-"

"I insist. You can come here tomorrow and I'll take you for lunch."

"Fine."
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HARLEY

My phone dings on the bed beside me.

'Unknown number- Hey'

I read over the number and tried figuring out who the person was, but it rang no bells.

'Who is this?'

'Forgot about me already... I'm hurt! :('

'You could be an ex-murderer looking for prey for all I know...'

'Its Aaron.'

'Ohhhh... I forgot I gave you my number. Is there anything you need?"

'Some company would be great.'

'Uh, sure.'

'Are you free now?'

What an odd question.

'Yeah, what's up?'

'Can you come to my house? I know it's alot to ask, but can you?'

...

Aaron came to pick me up after I gave him my address. He said he had a really stressful day and that my presence somehow made him feel at ease even though we just met. That confused me so much, but here I am sitting in his room as he works on his laptop at his desk.

Aaron's room is huge, just like his house. His room is divided into two sections, half of his room is set up like an office of some sort with a desk and chair, along with a book shelf in one section, there is two steps that serve as a border to separate the two sections that lead up to the other half which has his bed and closet though there is a door in the centre between the two sections that leads into a master bathroom.

My eyes can't seem to move away from him, he looks so comfortable, almost as though I'm not here. He is seated at his desk with a pen in-between his teeth, his eyes focused on the screen. "I can feel you staring you know." He says taking the pen out of his mouth, a smirk takes over his features. "I wasn't staring." Lie. I might have answered a bit too fast because his eyes shoot up. He leans back in his chair, watching me with a raised eyebrow and narrowed eyes.

"What?" I ask, he doesn't answer but instead shuts down his laptop and walks towards me. I am seated on his bed watching him as he gets closer, stopping just at the end of the bed. "I caught you staring Harley, there's no way you can deny it." My cheeks heat up but I cannot take my eyes away from his. They are so captivating, the brown colour seems to go on forever.

"I wasn't staring, your eyes are just really nice." I sigh looking at my hands. He shocks me by caressing my cheek, his palm parallel to my cheek while his thumb rubs soothing circles underneath my right eye. I instinctively lean into his touch, so foreign yet it feels just like home. My eyes flutter closed as I concentrate on the warmth radiating off of his palm.

What am I doing? This is not me. I don't allow people I just met to touch me in any way, yet I can't get enough of the way Aaron is holding my face. His calloused hands are so warm, and suddenly I'm all too aware of our close proximity. The two inches keeping us apart feels like a huge gap, but also feels like a huge boulder is pressing on my chest.

Aaron moves his fingers onto my shoulders, while placing his other hand on my other shoulder. His fingertips work on my shoulders, digging into the back of each one to get rid of the knots. My head falls forward onto his chest as a moan passes through my lips. Its been a while since I've had a massage and the stress I've been having because of my heart has added to the tension in my body.

"Does it feel good?" Aaron whispers, his breathe fanning the top of my head as my forehead presses against his chest. "Mhm." I don't trust my brain, so I hum in response. His chest vibrates with a chuckle as he continues working on my shoulders. "You should take a shower, it will help with the tension." He says now rubbing his hands up and down the length of my back. My breath catches in my throat at the new sensation, the action cause me to fill the two inch space that kept us apart. His hard muscles are directly in contact with my breasts.

I have no idea what came over me, but I took Aaron's advice and hopped into the shower. The water raining down on my back felt as though I were under a waterfall that was meant to put you at ease. Which is exactly what a shower is, I laughed at my stupidity. The sound of the water relaxed my mind, body and maybe a part of my lonesome soul aswell.

I was so refreshed when I got out of the shower. I dried myself but when I turned to get my clothes, they were nowhere to be found, in their place lay silk pajamas -a pants and shirt- along with a pair of slippers and fresh underwear. My brows knot in confusion as I examine the items. Wrapping the towel around my body I peek out of the bathroom door, I spot Aaron sitting on his bed with his laptop.

"Excuse me, Aaron?" He looks up with a raised eyebrow. "Where's my clothes?" "I put them in the wash while you were in the shower and placed a set of pajamas for you to be more comfortable after your shower." Huh? "But I'll be leaving soon, I don't think the pajamas was necessary." "Get dressed then we can speak." He says looking into my eyes, I nod and close the door.

I'm so lost. Why would he put my clothes in the wash? I don't even stay here. Wait! For him to have been able to put my clothes in the wash he would have to have gotten it from the bathroom where I undressed. Which means he came into the bathroom without me noticing, my eyes widen as I realize what he did- what he saw! Oh my-

Calm down Harley, just get dressed and you can settle this with Aaron. Your new boss, Aaron. Oh gosh, I think he might have- "No! Stop it." I muttered and got dressed.

This should be fun.

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