I turn on my heels, and he follows suit.
During the chopper ride from my house to that crazy man's office, I fume, feeling like I want to rip his head off. I think that I'm going to meet the most arrogant person I'll ever encounter in my life.
How dare he dictate me, and even worse, make my team consider his option. It will never happen. No way.
The summer sky is bright and blue when we fly. Today's weather is nice, absolutely the opposite of what's happening in my heart, in which there is a hurricane.
Once the chopper lands on top of the building, Mike gets down and helps me step down from it. A man wearing a suit welcomes us, and I accept the handshake that he offers me.
"Welcome to Klein Enterprise's branch office," he says. "I'm Ashton, Mr. Klein's secretary. We are very delighted to have you here, Ms. Castillo. He's waiting for you in his office."
What an arrogant son of a bitch. I can't believe that I'm the one who's coming to him. But I'll never let a lunatic come into my house. Never. I even have security guarding my house to protect me from all those stalkers, and Lucas Klein is worse than them.
I follow Ashton into the building, passing security guards who are guarding the rooftop, equipped with guns.
Ashton walks into the elevator, followed by Mike and me. Itturns out that Luke's office is just a level below the top floor, so the elevator door already opens again before I can even manage to calm my nerves.
Wait, I don't need to calm down, even though I feel like killing a person right now. I don't even think that I'll let Mike enjoy all the pleasure of beating that man down into a bloody pulp.
We walk further down the corridor, and I can't help but notice that this place speaks a lot of money. The dark interior of the building is modern and seems to be made of the best material in the world, but it feels too cold. Too formal. Too lifeless.
When we finally step into the CEO's office, I stare at the most spacious office I've ever seen in my entire life. If this is only a branch office, I can't imagine what his office in his headquarters looks like—maybe it’s as huge as a football field.
OK, I'm exaggerating.
The culprit is sitting behind his desk, but I can't see him because he's facing the window, staring at the magnificent view of LA.
I clench my fists tight at my sides, expecting him to turn around soon as he must have heard us coming in.
"She's here," Ashton announces our arrival to his boss.
"What a pleasant surprise," the person speaks, and that makes me frown.
His voice is low but much younger than I expected. Isn't he supposed to be an old man? The perverted one, probably with a belly as big as a pregnant woman's.
Instead of whirling his chair around to face us, Lucas Klein stands up and approaches us with long strides.
And my eyes widen in shock at the sight before me.
Instead of looking at a perverted old businessman who would greet me with disgusting laughter, I'm looking at a young man—probably only a couple of years older than me.
Trust me, I've been in Hollywood for years, and I've seen a lot of gorgeous men. Like,a lot.But, hell, this man here right in front of me, Lucas fucking Klein, can sit on one of the thrones there anddeclare himself as one of the gods.
He's unbelievably handsome, tall and perfectly built. His hair is dark chocolate, his eyes hazel and piercing, his jaw sharp.
The fact that he's wearing a suit and a playful smirk now creeps on his lips doesn't help. He's a man who would probably make women feel like getting angel wings if he ever kissed them.
What the hell? Why would someone fit enough to be the world's most wanted bachelor send me such a stupid letter?
Maybe he has knocked his head really hard and suffers brain damage.
"Luke Klein." He extends his hand to shake hands with me, but I'm still so starstruck that I can barely register what's going on.
Well, even if I weren't starstruck, I still wouldn't shake his hand. No, that will never happen.
Noticing my jaw drop, Luke lets out a deep chuckle, shoving his hand into his pocket as he tilts his head, staring at me with amusement. "I see. You haven't googled me. I did tell you to do that first. It might have saved you from the shock."
I've never seen a man so narcissistic—I suddenly want to pull my hair out. "You're crazy. You're insane. You're a luna—"
