Dean's POV:

Silence falls between us again. Kiara stands up from her chair and I nearly expect her to leave the room again. Instead she grabs hold of our empty boxes and throws them in the trash, perhaps with a little force behind it as I hear the loud thud, as soon as the boxes hit the bottom of the trash can.

After that she walks back to the desk and starts working again without saying a single word. Running my hands frustrated through my hair, I pick up the card she tossed back at me from the floor and silently lay it next to her right hand on my desk.

"I don't need it", she says without even looking up at me once.

"Take it, I have a few more in my drawer. And even if it's far out of my way, I apologize for tossing it like that at you, perhaps it wasn't the politest way", I sigh.

Surprised she looks up at me, and for the first time I take in her full features of her face. While beforehand at a first glance and not paying much attention to her face I thought she is maybe average, it's now that I see her full beauty. My apology caught her off guard again and the face is relaxed.

When she caught me staring I did notice she wasn't caked but being caught stopped me from taking her in properly.

Her puppy like huge hazel coloured eyes, bild a strong contrast to her ginger hair, giving her face a natural beauty. As it looks, the only make up she is wearing is a mascara, a pink lipgloss and a very slight blush underlining her natural features. Besides a few cute freckles, her skin is spotless and true to her ginger coloured hair, the skin is very pale like ivory.

Her high cheekbones, a petite nose and fine jawline give her a feature, which reminds me of some of the models I've been around in the past, only that they paid well to have a plastic surgery done. And with her it seems to come off naturally. How couldn't I see this earlier? Ok, maybe I was too focused on being pissed off. But god she's beautiful.

I clear migh throat once I realize how I have been staring at her, for what seems like ages. And her eyes break away from me, back to the laptop.

"Perhaps?", leaves her lips with a huff and it takes me a moment to remember what I had said before our staring contest.

"Yes perhaps. It's not like you were exactly friendly before that either", I retort.

After that we work next to each other for nearly two hours in total silence. While I am working at all my mails from during the day and sorting out some paperwork, she keeps working on what we had talked about earlier on. She probably could have done this from her office, the only reason she probably still is in here is just in case she needs to ask me something.

Any other person I would have kicked out of my office by the latest after twenty minutes. But to be honest I doubt she would have listend to me anyway. And as much as she has me going nuts, I can't say I mind her sitting here at my desk.

Around us all the other office lights are being switched off one by one, but she is still fully focused on her work. It's like she is diving deep into it and a side glance now and then shows me exactly if she is happy about what she has just done or if she is frustrated.

Once I have my schedule done for today, I turn to her. "Hey, I think we are done for today it's nearly eight o'clock we've been here for nearly twelve hours." It's not like I work any less on other days, I'm always working. But I still feel the slight hangover from last night and she surely has better things to do too.

"Give me five minutes and then I will show you the different things I have worked out for this campagne, I just need to sort them into the right folders."

As she said, she doesn't need more than five minutes and she takes me by surprise how she has differentiated it depending for which plattform we are using the advertising. She explains that we need a different advertising on Facebook than on Instagram or other social media plattforms explaining it with the age difference by the majority of the users. Also having different layouts for the different kinds of magazines or online papers. She's worked out about nearly twenty different kinds of layouts, explaining her intentions behind each and for me to decide which I want for what. Wow, until now we have have gone with three to four layouts and I would pick out one or two.

"You did all of this in one afternoon?", I ask her with a little astonishment in my voice.

"That's what I am here for", she simply shrugs it off as if the work she has done is nothing special. Our former creative director would have taken probably a whole week to work out what she just did in one afternoon.

"Didn't you have to do any research first, to know how to place this best?"

"I try to keep up to date with the different plattforms and know what's right for them, so that when I have to place a product I know what is expected from me. Besides we spoke about your expectations and what you want to achieve with this advertising so it was quite easy. It would be harder doing it for a company I don't know what they expect from me. Like if I worked somewhere, where we only work to do advertising for other brands. Here I had the possibility checking out your expectations directly and knowing it has to match to this company too. That makes it easy peasy."

Leaning back in my chair, I can't help but smirk about this girl in front of me. She makes it sound as if it was no big deal at all. As a young director of this company I'm always working on new and innovative branches and products, I've been mostly fighting through most of the things by myself, as the older people here don't understand what I expect. And most of the younger ones have no own ideas and simply go with what ever I suggest.

This girl in front of me though, seems to work and think in the same way I do. She has a strong mind and her work is outstanding, something I for sure didn't expect when I met her this morning. Maybe it's not just daddy getting her into the right position. There's only the issue she won't obey to what I demand from her, can I work together with her?

"How old are you?", the question has been on my mind ever since this morning.

"Does it make any difference? Either you like my work or you don't. My age shouldn't be the thing that counts. Or does anyone judge you about being so young in your position?"

Well she might have a point, but people have always accepted my natural authority and through hard work I've proven to be in the right position. Some people think I am only here because of my dad, fact is who ever has worked with me knows better. I work harder than my dad and since I've been signed up on this company we've grown about three times the size from what we were beforehand.

Interrupting my thoughts again she asks. "Well, what's it going to be?"

"I'll judge you on your work and I'd say don't be late tomorrow", I'm still going to check her file and find out her age.

"I'm never late. You better watch you don't come too late, remember you drive a Porsche and not some old tiny Fiat", if it wasn't for the smirk and the teasing voice I'd tell her to get lost.

While she leaves my office, I can't help but stare at her swaying hips and wish that pencil skirt was a little tighter on her to show off her ass, like it did when she bent over this morning. Stop! Where are my fucking thoughts taking me? One rule, don't even think of starting anything ever again with an employee. Wich doesn't mean I can't have a look though, does it?

Opening her personnel file on my computer I scroll through a few pages. What I can read about her education is impressing, just as me she has skipped two classes and she couldn't have past the tests any better. Looking at her age she is one year younger than me. That's damn young to be a creative director, most people in her age work in the background helping the creative director. The work she did this afternoon would normaly be done by a whole creative team only lead by the creative director.

She definitely has the brains to be in this position, but can she handle the pressure coming with it? Thinking back to our encounters today I have to smirk, perhaps she can. She's feisty that's for sure. And well I really shouldn't be the one judging about the age, she is right.

I know working together with her is going to put me through hell, but if her work is like this everyday, I will gladly put her into place. It might take a few days, but she will realize she can't speak up to me like that.

It's gone nine once I can finally hit the gym.

************

Today I'm back to my usual routine, no hangover means I'm up early and already preparing some of my work at home. As Kiara had sent me all of the layouts yesterday, I use my time during breakfast to choose which ones I want to use and send her a mail already so she can set it all up. This way it will be faster than talking to her, as I am in different meetings all day long.

Arriving at the park deck I curse underneath my breath. Is she fucking serious?

Whithout even knocking at her office door, I storm right into it slamming the door shut behind me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I could ask you the same", and I see heat rising to her face.

"I told you yesterday that parking lot is mine and yet you have the audicity to park there again? Who the hell do you think you are?", my breathing is chopped due to the amount of anger I am feeling right now.

"And I told you yesterday, as long as there is no sign up there I don't give a fuck. You want your own parking lot? Then do something about it, put a damn sign up until then it's who comes first gets it."

She stands up, giving me a death glare, moves around the desk and starts shoving my chest, wanting to push me direction door. I can only laugh at her attempt. She's only something like maybe 5'6 or 5'7 feet and petite. While I am 6'4 feet and probably have three times as broad shoulders than she has, I don't budge a single step, no matter how hard she tries.

Instead I move her backwards until her ass hits the desk, both of my hands going down on her desk on both sides of her body, cornering her so she can't move, I lower my head to her.

"I don't accept people disobeying me, is that clear?", I declare only inches away from her face.

Her breath is coming heavy, just as mine. Instead of the expected fear in her face, there's this always stubborn look but something else is taking over too. The colour of her eyes has darkend and her breath is going heavier, her hands are still pushed against my chest which is rising and falling rapid. The look on her face lets me feel those tiny hands on me even stronger, while adrenaline is flushing my body.

There's no denying what I see in her eyes is lust and my body has already reacted with a twitching dick in my pants. Fuck! My gaze falls to her rapidly rising and falling chest.

The dress she is wearing today, has a slight rectangular cleavage with a tiny V in the middle, it shows the top line of her chest, and even only seeing this top line is sexy as hell. Her hot breath is tingling on my skin, while my face is still only inches away from hers.

Her phone ringing with my dad's name on the display makes me break away. "Don't dare park there again tomorrow", I demand before rushing out of her office.

Slamming the door shut to my own office, I pace through the room for a couple of minutes, images of me pressing her against the desk, flash through my mind. Damn that has never happend to me and I badly need to get a grip on it. This is not happening.

Besides I know nothing about her, she might have a boyfriend. By the looks of her, it's nearly impossible she doesn't have one. If it wasn't for her impressive work it would be best to fire her right away. But I know she is what I need for this company. Damn!

Ok, what I can do is at least put a bit of distance between the two of us. This week my schedule is full of meetings anyway. I could simply send her mails, tell her what needs to be done and stay as far away from her as possible. This way we can't piss each other off either.

My next video conference starts in about twenty minutes, I have everything prepared on my table, so I decide to send her a quick formal mail.

Dear Ms Summers, as my week will be very busy I will get Gina to provide you with all the material you need to work on this week. I will send you short informations about what I have in mind to the subjects. If you have any questions, feel free to send me a mail and I will try to reply as soon as possible. I expect feedbacks per mail by the latest at the end of your working day.

Dean Arlington

Her reply comes within seconds

Dear Mr Arlington, will be done.

Kiara Summers

Will be done she writes, that easy without any protest? And I can't deny the short answer disappoints me a little. Somehow, I had expected something feisty to come back.

The day croaches by, as the different kinds of meetings seem to drag along. In some we had to discuss some issues about productions, in others I was talking about possible new product lines which weren't impressing me much though. Between the meetings I would work through my mails and be a bit disappointed when I didn't see any from Kiara.

She better be working, just because she isn't sitting right next to me and knows I'm distracted, doesn't mean she doesn't have to work.

At 7pm I finally recieve a mail from her, just before I was about to walk across.

Dear Mr Arlington, I have worked through three of the campagnes you asked me to. You'll find all the layouts and details attached. Please let me know how to proceed.

Kiara Summers

Is she kidding me? She did three today? They sure must be trash if she has worked through them so fast. Before looking at them, I quickly reply so she can leave for today. At the moment it might be a bad idea only the two of us left here in the building, there will only be conflicts.

Thank you, Miss Summers, I will look through them and let you know by tomorrow.

Dean Arlington

I wait for a few minutes to see if she will reply, but she doesn't. What was I expecting something like a goodbye Mr Arlington? Ridiculous, I didn't even write goodbye in the first place. No one says goodbye in the evening to me anyway, besides Gina sometimes. Why should this be different? Our heated moment only resulted out of anger anyway and as I don't intend to repeat it, there's no reason to say goodbye.

Instead I open the files she sent me, page by page I am more and more stunned about the talent of this girl. Where I expected trash by the amount she managed to work through, it's so detailed and perfect, I already take my time to pick out what I want and send it to her in reply. There isn't even a single thing I want changed about it, which is new to me as I am not easy to please.

It's gone 10pm when I finally reach home. No gym for me today, but I do decide to take a swim in my pool. Seeing as I am sat at the desk most of the time I need the work out in the little time I do have left. I might just hit the gym in the early morning instead.

******

This feisty little bitch, she's really asking for it. No matter what I say, that fucking Mustang is stood in my parking lot. This time I even see a sign she has put on to her back window, stating:

STILL NO SIGN UP

For some reason I can't help but laugh about this today. Instead of storming into her office like I did yesterday, I head straight towards mine, not risking anything. After a short talk with Gina and asking Trish to bring me some coffee, I check my mails and a small smirk appears on my face with the mail just coming in.

Dear Mr Arlington, no storming my office today for parking incorrect? You seem to be learning.

Kiara Summers

My hands run through my hair and before I know what I am doing my fingers are typing.

Don't push it girl. You are really asking for it, aren't you?

Mr Arlington

While Trish brings in the coffee, I don't even look up, instead I keep staring at my monitor.

"Is there anything else I can do for you Dean?", Trish asks and I know what she's aiming at.

"No Trish, that's it. You can go to pick up the phones or what ever you do all day", I wave her off and open the new mail instead.

Oh I'm in trouble now, aren't I? You even signed with Mr instead of your first name. But trouble is my first name, so you aren't intimidating me with that.

Ms Summers

Instead of getting down to work as I should, I decide to reply again.

Ms Summers, I knew you were trouble from the first moment. And at the moment I feel like reminding you who's the boss. You better get down to your work now, otherwise I will really need to storm into your office.

Mr Arlington

For a moment I wish for one of her feisty replies, to make me storm the office.

Yes Sir, as you please.

Your obeying Ms Summers

Fuck that mail has my jaw dropped and my pants buldging. I have never done or thought of this, but right now I feel like going across to her office, make her repeat those words before I shove my dick down her throat to shut her up for once. I'd take a fistful of her ponytail and remind her who's the boss, while I thrust hard into that dirty little mouth of hers.

Fuck I better get a grip on my thoughts, before I ask her to join me to an important meeting on the weekend.

A/N: So thoughts are getting more and more uncontrolled on Dean's side. I think it's about time for the first POV from Kiara.

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