Is this really happening? Did my boss just ask me out? That too on the day I hit his mother for heaven's sake!

What am I supposed to say? I shift uncomfortably, not knowing what to say.

"Uhm Mr. Anderson-uh this is so sudden." I take my hand away from his.

"Amelia we're both grown ups here. You don't need to feel nervous." He looks into my eyes.

Oh but I am nervous. He has no idea what he does to me. But that doesn't mean I can accept his proposal, does it?

"I'm really sorry. I can't." I stand up from the chair and run out of the restaurant.

I feel out of breath, my heart's beating wildly as I enter a cab. I think back to what just happened. The look on Lucas's face, the sincerity in his voice. No matter what foreign feelings he makes me feel whenever he's near me, I can't say yes.

What will the other staffs say? He's my boss. I don't want to be that girl that has a fling with the office boss. I can't attract anymore attention than I have already done in the past week.

But I could have said it like a mature adult without running out of there like a scared little girl. Why did he have to go and ask me out to make things awkward?

Now I have to see him at the office everyday while desperately trying to avoid him.

My life just gets worse and worse.

I step inside my apartment and immediately fall onto my bed. I welcome the comfort of my pillow as I snuggle myself further. I exhale a deep breath of air. I feel exhausted as the events of the day unfolds in my mind. I have never had a single peaceful, stress-free day ever since I came to New York.

New York is one hell of a city.

My body drifts into a calm state as I fall asleep.

***

I stand outside Lucas's apartment the next morning. To say I feel nervous would be an understatement of the century. I just turned down his proposal yesterday and now I'm standing here with his black coffee in my hand, thinking how I'm going to avoid the well dreaded conversation about why I ran out on him. Great move Amelia.

I take a deep breath and step inside his apartment. I go up to his room to see his door locked. Why is his door locked? Has he left for office? I check my watch to check if I'm late but I see that I am exactly on time.

Is he mad at me because I said no? Is that why he left without me? Questions clouds my mind as I head downstairs. I see his housekeeper in the living room.

"Mrs Daniels, do you know where Mr Anderson is?" I ask her.

"He already left for office saying he had a meeting to attend to." She informs me turning to look at me.

"What? I thought I was on time." I gasp as realization hits me, he had a meeting with a client from England. "Oh my god, I totally forgot! I gotta go Mrs Daniels." I rush out of the apartment.

I wait for a cab but there seems to be no available cab at all. Just when I need a cab most, I can't find even one. I really need to buy my own car. I find a cab just as I start to think about running to the office.

When I reach the office, the meeting had already ended. I can see the clients leaving the office and Mr Anderson walking them to the door. He sees me rush out of the elevator and shoots me a disapproving look.

I avert my eyes away from him as I walk towards him thinking of an excuse as to why I'm late for work.

"Miss Grayson, my office. Now." He orders me.

He steps inside his office and I follow suit.

"Mr Anderson, I'm-I'm so sorry. I completely forgot about the meeting and I-I couldn't find a cab. So I had to wait really long. Please don't think I'm doing this on purpose because of what happened yesterday." I explain myself.

"Miss Grayson, I keep business and private life separate. I hope you do as well. I don't tolerate lazy people. I warned you." He says with such malice that it makes me shudder.

"And don't be late again. I'm starting to get tired of hearing you apologize all the time." He warns me as he takes a file and hands it to me. "I need you to review our client's presentation this morning, I want a full report on it first thing tomorrow."

I take the file from his hand. "Okay. I'm sorry once again." I walk out of his office and head to my desk.

Why did he sound so mad? Its only the first time that I'm late since I started working for him. He didn't have to be so mean about it. I hate that the way he looked at me bothers me so much. I hate that he have this effect on me.

"Hey Amelia right?" Someone interrupts my thoughts, I look up to see who it is. Its the guy who spilled coffee all over me on my first day.

"Yes, and you're Mr. who-spilled-coffee-on-me." I smile at him.

He laughs and takes a seat in front of my desk. "I swear that was unintentional." He puts up his hand in defense.

"Its okay. I know it was an accident." I tell him.

"Thanks. And also thank you for not getting me fired. I thought I was done for. Whew!" He imitates wiping a sweat off of his forehead.

"You don't have to thank me, really."

"No I want to. How about a thank you dinner?" He asks me.

"No, you don't have to do that." I decline his invitation. "Besides I have to review this presentation and have a report ready by tomorrow. I'll be working late anyways."

"Let me guess, the devil gave you extra work because you were late this morning, correct?" He leans towards the desk as he whispers the word 'devil'.

"The devil?" I ask in confusion.

"Mr. Anderson. We call him the devil when he's not around." He puts his index finger in front of his lips.

I laugh at him. "That really suits him."

He laughs with me. "So about that dinner?" He asks me again.

"I really need to get my work done. Sorry."

"How about this? If I help you finish your report before office hours ends, then will you go?"

He seems nice so I can't say no to him even if I just met him.

"Okay then." I say as I hand him the file. "Let's get to work."

I can see that he's pleased by my answer. He looks cute with his blonde hair gelled perfectly and his green eyes complements his sweet guy look.

After hours of writing a report for Lucas, we finally finish our work.

"There all done!" Coffee guy smiles. "So dinner?" He asks me again.

"Okay." I tell him.

"Cool! I'll pick you up after work." He says and starts to walk away.

He seems sweet enough since he helped me finish my work early. I need a friend if I'm going to stay here. Coffee guy seems just perfect. I realize that I haven't even know his name yet.

"Hey wait!" I call after him. He stop short in his tracks and turns to look at me. "I don't know your name."

He simply smiles at me. "I'll tell you after our date." Then he leaves my office.

Date? Not again. What is it with the guys here in New York? Are they all this straightforward? They are totally driving me insane.

What have I gotten myself into, again?

***

A/N

Hey guys!

Its a late update. I know I know. *hides behind the hulk* I have an explanation. Hear me out first. I have been busy with choir practice and with the conferences. Good news though is that we won 1st place in the choir competition so that's a hard work paid off. I promise I'll update sooner from now on, I'll try. *smiles sheepishly*

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