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I finally had an aha moment — I had to acquire her business. Despite the fact that it sounded awful, I knew it was the only way to reconnect with her and show her I had matured. I wouldn't put her job in danger, but rather I wanted to buy her company so I could spend more time with her and get to know her better. It was a win-win situation — I could reconnect with her and she wouldn't have to worry about her job. And it was a decision I was happy to make.
A decision which would allow me to see the lady in the red dress once more.
Chapter 6
Madison
The Twitter headline was unreal. I couldn’t take my eyes off it; hell, I even pinched myself!
TRENDING: Randy Maven buys Umbrella.
I felt so insignificant at that moment. It was like a scene from a Disney movie, where the villain was using his power in an unrealistic way to try and ruin my life because I had rejected him. Was he trying to flex? Was it some sort of twisted power play? I didn’t care. The upside was that I was the protagonist in this story, and the protagonist always comes out on top in the end. Who was kidding themselves here? Certainly not me.
My palms grew sweaty and my heart raced as I anticipated Randy walking in and flipping my desk. My mind ran wild with irrational thoughts. But I knew one thought was certain: he bought the company because of me. That was power.No, it was spite.
The big question was whether he had done it maliciously. In the bedroom, his demeanor seemed genuine, and he appeared sincere. Alternatively, he may have been embarrassed. It was difficult to assess the situation accurately since he was behaving in the presence of a naked woman. He had purchased the company for reasons that were not clear to me, reasons that would take months to become apparent.
"Good morning, Madison," said a gravelly voice from behind me. "What a beautiful morning, isn't it?"
I hated to admit it, but I was still attracted to him. Even though he had ruined my life at one point, I couldn't deny the fact that he was still incredibly sexy. It was a constant internal struggle for me—my feelings for him were so strong, but I knew I had to keep them in check. As 9:30 am rolled around and my coffee buzz wore off, I realized that I was too exhausted to start the mental battle of my conflicting emotions. So, I chose to keep my back to him and my feelings to myself. It was for the best.
"Would you mind turning around?" he persisted.
I felt completely taken aback when he asked me this. It felt like he was breaking down the boundaries that I had worked so hard to build up. It was like having an unwelcome guest enter my life.
"I understand that you are my boss and the owner of this place,” I said, “but frankly, I don't think turning around in this chair is part of my job description. I need to focus on my work. So, if you’d please—"
"You're really going to make me fight for this, huh?"
Buying this company was one of the worst decisions you ever made in your career, if I'm being completely honest. It was completely unnecessary and, with all due respectboss, nothing you say or do is going to make me take notice, no matter how professional you try to be."
He paused.
“Professional?” he said. “The only way you’d dare speak to me is if it concerns business matters?”
"You heard me."
"Speaking of business, I’ve actually been looking for a new assistant.” I froze. “What, you don’t like that? OK, ‘secretary’ it is, then.” I bit my lip in utter fury. “Tough crowd. Anyways, I look forward to talking with you; professional, of course. I’ll double your salary too. Meet me in my office tomorrow morning.” Before he strutted off, he added, “Oh, and feel free to wear a mask."
I swallowed, trying to stay composed. I heard his footsteps as he walked out of the room, but I refused to turn around and look. My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding. Nothing felt real. I pinched myself again, hoping to wake up from this nightmare. I couldn't understand how I had ended up being hired as an assistant for the man I revile.
Then again, that may be a bit harsh. I may have not known exactly who he was when we had sex, but I must have seen something in him that I liked. In truth, we were enjoying each other's company before I found out his identity.
I was nervous, my head spinning with a thousand thoughts. Quitting was certainly an option, but my job at one of the world's best companies was too good to pass up. I was trapped, but I knew I had to adapt and make the best of the situation.
Or die trying.
Chapter 7
Randy
As I drove into work, I felt an immense hatred for myself that radiated through my body. I had achieved so much in life, yet I still felt this way. I knew that even the most successful people had moments of self-loathing, and I was no exception. The reason for my anguish was the fact that I was making a woman's life miserable. I had feelings for her, but instead of expressing them, I resorted to tormenting her. My own actions were causing me a great deal of shame and sadness.
She was going to start as my assistant and I had to make sure I was ready to present myself in the best possible light. I was used to being a bit of a charmer and had a reputation as a confident, charismatic guy—but I knew that she was no pushover and I wasn't sure how to handle the situation. I had to find a way to bridge the gap between the person she thought I was, and the person I wanted to be.
She was clearly attracted to me, having experienced the physical chemistry between us, but I was still concerned about how to interact with her. I wished I could go to some sort of boot camp to learn how to deal with emotions in a more productive way. But I had no choice—if I wanted to be with her, I had to play the game. I was confident I could find a way to make her see me differently and I was determined to prove myself.
When I got to the office, I placed my coffee down on the desk and did a little stretching to get myself ready for what was about to come. I had twenty minutes until Madison's arrival and I had no idea what to expect. Would she come in with a scowl on her face or a sarcastic smile? I had no way of predicting what her reaction would be, and that made it hard to prepare. Even in something like war, you had some idea of what to expect; not with love.
