Tick, Tick, Tick.
The sound of my watches hands ticking by were the only sound I could hear right now. My office was on the top floor of ELH Firm's corporate high rise and is located in NYC, a bustling constant source of noise, so the windows are of course soundproof.
A gentle knock on my closed office door tore me away from the anxious thoughts that had begun to make their way into my mind.
"Lana? Your fathers here", Evan said softly as he stepped into the room.
"Right, I'll be there in a minute"
Evan shut the door behind him as I made my way over to the ceiling length windows that wrapped around the entire building.
I had been in many a presentation, both presenting and sitting in, but whenever my father attended one, it made me nervous. He usually only sat in for our most important clients, but with talks of his retirement soon approaching and rival companies attempting to poach our clients, I couldn't help but feel his presence was meant to intimidate me into not messing anything up.
Taking one last deep breath I straightened my skirt and made my way out of my office and towards the presentation room.
** Two hours later **
As the presentation room began to clear, my nerves had once again subsided and were pushed away to the back of my mind, where they would stay dormant for the foreseeable future, I hoped.
The presentation was a success, even the board was impressed, who might I add was not attending as far as I knew. My heart almost flew out of my chest as I watched them file into the room one by one.
My father was as emotionless as ever, though he grunted a "Good job" in my direction before following the other board members out of the room, no doubt for a scotch in their private lounge.
My staff looked at me, their body language was rigid and awkward as they looked anxious to leave.
"You're dismissed", I said with a wave as I walked out of the room.
As I sat behind my desk, a sigh of relief washing over me, Evan snuck in before my door had the chance of slamming itself.
"What's that stupid look for?", I asked.
"Well, the presentation went well and it's over now so that means we can go for that drink you agreed to"
"I never agreed to any such thing, and besides it's barely past lunchtime"
"Exactly, that means we are already running behind and should have started as soon as we woke up"
I rolled my eyes in response and began to type away at the emails that had accumulated during my absence.
"Oh and by the way, would it kill you to thank the team?"
"Thank them for what? For doing their jobs, which they do get paid for you know", I said as I frowned at my screen.
"Frosty as usual, even when daddy dearest is pleased", Evan sighed, "Now about that drink-", Evans work cellphone interrupted him as it began to ring.
"Yes, he's here? Well send him up for goodness sakes", Evan shook his head as he ended the call, "Your replacement accountant is here, and you might want to think about replacing the reception staff while you're at it, they're complete bimbos if you ask me"
"You're just jealous about that intern frothing over them and not you"
"I am not"
"Mmm-hmm", was all I could manage to let out as I smirked at Evans reddening face.
"And by the way, the lot of them being called into HR for inappropriate workplace relationships also had nothing to do with me"
I chuckled as Evan began to rant. He only stopped once a knock sounded on my office door.
"Uh sorry", a males voice called from behind the slightly opened door, "they told me I would probably find you here, Evan?"
"And now they're sending people to your office?", Evan looked as if someone had just spoilt the ending of the notebook for him.
"Relax, I wanted to meet our new accountant after the last buffoon we had. I swear I'm this close to sitting in on the HR interviews myself and screening everyone that walks through the door"
"Come in", Evan spoke to the door while still muttering away about the reception staff.
As the man walked through the door, I lost all train of thought.
If I could describe him in one word, that would be breathtaking.
A man of 5'11, possibly 6'0 stepped into my office. His olive skin glowed against his dress clothes and his dark chocolate eyes caught mine immediately. He stared at me with such an intensity, it was as if we were the only two people in the room, in the whole building for that matter. His dark mop hair was brushed aside, and his tongue peeked out to wet his full lips.
"Noah Chaplain, is it?", Evan asked, but I could barely hear him.
"Yeah", Noah cleared his throat but kept his eyes trained onto mine, "pleasure to meet you".
Was that an accent I could detect?
"Lovely. Well as you're now aware I'm Evan, executive assistant to our COO, Lana Harris".
I stood from my seat as the stranger, Noah, approached my desk.
I reached out my hand to meet his extended one, "Lana", was all I managed to say.
I was completely mesmerised by him. I could hear muffled talking in the background, but I tuned everything out somehow and continued to return his intense stare.
A warm feeling spread throughout my body, one that was strong enough to melt all of the ice inside me away. I couldn't remember the last time I felt like this towards a man. I swallowed hard as I became aware of the burning feeling that had erupted on my cheeks.
I was pulled from my trance by Evans shrill cries.
"I was saying I'll be back at 4:50 pm to escort you to that meeting we discussed earlier", Evan eyed me suspiciously and I absently nodded.
Truth be told I didn't know what he meant, but I didn't care. I sat back down with a sigh as I watched our newest accountant leave the room...
*** Noah's POV *** My first day at a new job. Was I nervous? No. I was aware of the whispers that went on, about how everyone feared the woman behind the bosses desk, and to be honest, it excited me. Even the sympathetic glances I received from the receptionists was enough to encourage me further into staying. I was looking for a challenge, something different. I had travelled the world searching for something, but I didn't know what it was. Adventure, sure I'd had plenty. Women? Plenty of them too. Even behind their sympathetic eyes, I could see the wanton longing of the receptionists as they looked me up and down. As I rode through the elevator I thought back to the last time I had been in New York. It was seven years ago, and I was a boy at 19 years old. The city had overwhelmed me, and I wasn't ready for it then, but now I had lived a little and I was ready to see what it had to offer.
*** Lana's POV ***An hour had passed since I met him, and still I couldn't get Noah out of my mind. My cheeks were still warm from the effects his presence seemed to leave on me.For the first time since I could remember my mind was clouded and I couldn't focus on my work. This could be a problem... a big problem.'Guys like him would never go for someone like me, so let's get that straight', I told myself. He had to be the most handsome man I had ever seen, and judging by his confident strut I would say he's used to getting what, or should I say, who he wants.Not to mention we had a strict no personal relationships in the workplace policy. What would everyone think if they saw me fawning over him? God, I felt like a lovesick teenager. I wouldn't be surprised if I started doodling our initials into notebooks next..."Knock, knock"My father's brief knock on the door and his voice as he entered my offic
*** Noah's POV ***"So tell us, what was your first impression of the Ice Queen?""Yeah, running for the hills yet?"The group I was squashed into a crowded nightclub booth with erupted into laughter. I was the only one who didn't find anything funny at all."I really don't know what you're all talking about. I wasn't in there for more than 5 minutes but she seemed nice enough"The men that sat opposite me almost spat their drinks out, while the brunette that clung to my side hissed."Nice? No, nice is letting us go home early during Christmas break, instead, she made us work overtime to finish off some stupid pitch that wasn't supposed to be ready for weeks!""Yeah, and she worked all through that break, even the Christmas party... Refused to come out of her office to have one drink with her employees, not that we want to spend another minute with her outside of work... Really tells you the kind of person she is, doesn'
*** Lana's POV ***It had been a few days since my father's visit, and I had recovered from the disappointment of not being named his CEO. It had also been a few days since Noah Chaplain had joined the company, and I was yet to control my burning cheeks each time I thought of him."Thinking about him again?", Evan cooed."No. I mean, who?", I spluttered."I knew it. You've had a dreamy look plastered on your face for the last few days, and I haven't seen anything close to this look for a long time. Not since, what was his name? Derek? Daniel?""Devan, and no this is nothing like that. I actually dated him and we didn't work in the same company. Besides, I only had what you call 'dream face' on because I was imagining being anywhere that wasn't around him""Right, he was your dad's friends son wasn't he? Didn't you mention to me he was a total bore, and that you only continued to see him because he was an excellent
*** Noah's POV ***Sweat, cheap booze and sex... It was all around me. The smell of it all hung in the air as the vibrations from the loud music played against my eardrums.I inched my way through the crowd, ignoring the wandering hands that attempted to lure me in. I wasn't interested in what they had to offer, I was only interested in one thing, one woman, her.Lana.I spotted her in the entranceway, Evan's arm locked into hers as if he were her protector, but I had a feeling he was really holding her in place.I was shocked and excited to see her here, it wasn't exactly her scene and while I gave her no choice in accepting or denying my invitation, some small part of me worried she wouldn't make it.One word was ringing through my mind, spectacular. It seemed hardly enough to describe the vision I was witnessing, but it was all I had.While it was dark in the club, strobe lights bounced off and
*** Lana's POV ***I couldn't remember a time when I had been more carefree.I had walked into this club ready to walk straight back out again, that was until he showed up.His snug-fitting jeans and leather jacket accentuated his bad boy look. His dark hair looked as if he had combed it with his hands, and sweat glistened off his forehead, the tiny beads looked like diamonds as they reflected in the clubs sporadic lighting.I don't know why it brought such satisfaction to me, watching his shock and slight delight as I knocked back the shots he challenged me with. He didn't know who he was dealing with here. While I will admit, it had been some time since I had partied like this, I was definitely no stranger to it... Growing up with a demanding father like mine, who wouldn't want to destress a little?In my father's eyes, I was nothing but a dedicated student, and I was... But sometimes like most teenagers, I would
*** Noah's POV ***Never had I craved someone more than I wanted her. I knew we shared some sort of chemistry, but this was something I had never experienced.When I saw the creep from the club put his hands on her, I knew I had fallen for her sirens call. An overwhelming sense of protectiveness formed in my chest, mixed with rage. He was touching her, and she was mine.Could I blame him for wanting her? Not really. She was gorgeous, any man would be so lucky to call her theirs. But tonight, the only name she would be screaming is mine.That first kiss was all it took for me to become addicted. I didn't know if it was the adrenaline that was pumping through me after taking that creep down or sheer chemistry but I couldn't bring myself to leave her lips even for a second. It was a miracle we even made it back to her place because I was ready to take her then and there. I didn't care who was watching.
*** Lana's POV ***It had been almost a week since my night with Noah, one long, torturously slow week.Noah, for the most part, had avoided me. No eye contact, and only sending email correspondence when absolutely necessary. I thought he understood, that we had to stay professional, but now we were beyond acting professional, I was nothing to him..." a drunken mistake "My own words echoed in my head, had I been too harsh?I'd be lying to myself if I said I didn't miss him. Was I crazy? I barely knew the guy... and yet, I missed the playful glint in his eye, the rich scent of his leather jacket, and most of all, his hands wandering my body...I attempted to throw myself into my work, it usually worked but when it came to Noah, nothing helped to keep my mind from wandering back to him.Evan knew better than to pry, he could sense the tension between us during our Monday morning staff meeting.