30 Blind date

Meredith walked out the elevator holding a cup of coffee, her mind was replaying what happened Saturday night over and over in her head. The way Atlas had opened a new door of pleasure to her and how her body had responded under his command was just mind-blowing.

She was finally living her fantasies, lucky her. Her brows drew up together when she remembered his words,

'Don't fall in love with me.' Of course, she wasn't! She was just sexually attracted to him that's it. Meredith thought as if to convince herself. After he took her home, he had sent a message to check up on her later in the night. He was so difficult to understand.

If he doesn't want her to fall in love with him then he should stop kissing her forehead, being possessive and caring about her. Stupid man.

Caught in her thoughts, her ankle twisted on a spot but she managed to steady herself. Some of her coffee spilled on the floor. Meredith blew out a deep breath as she calmed down her beating heart. God why did she even wear heels today? She hated wearing it.

Sighing she placed her cup of coffee on her desk and took napkins from her drawer. She walked to the place she had spilled the coffee and crouched down to mop the mess.

Meredith heard someone clear his throat and she stiffened. She saw a pair of shoes in front of her. Her gaze slowly made its way up.

Her heart thudded in her chest when her eyes met a pair of blue eyes with a mischievous glint in it. This man was like a fantasy come to life.

They stared at each other for a moment. His penetrating gaze probed her face until Meredith blinked and looked away.

This was so embarrassing. Her mouth moved but remained soundlessly with shame. She reddened in embarrassment.

Awkward tension surrounded them until Atlas spoke.

"Miss Rossi, what are you doing?"

She flushed and stumbled over her words.

"I-I spilled coffee on the floor so I—was moping it.I-I didn't think you be coming-"

"You should have called the cleaner. It's too early to be on your knees." Atlas muttered dryly cutting her off as he gripped her arms and pulled her gently.

Meredith's body stiffened at his words. Her breath hitched and the flush on her face deepened.

Atlas moved closer to her which interrupted her line of lusty thoughts. He was so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her face, if Meredith looked at him, his face would be mere inches way from her. Meredith swallowed and tightened the napkin in her hands.

"You have coffee stain on your dress Miss Rossi. I have an important client coming over and my secretary should look decent not have coffee stain on her dress."

Meredith looked down at her dress and saw a slight coffee stain at the hem of her dress. It was so faint that you could barely see it so how did he even notice it?

"I-Im sorry sir. But I have no spare outfit at the office and it will take me a good thirty minutes to go home and come back." She replied.

Atlas looked at his watch and arched his brows. He just nodded at her and stepped back.

"Aright, have you arranged the files for the meeting with Mr. Falcone?"

"Yes Sir, I have." Meredith really wasn't expecting him to be this understanding.

"Send it to my office with a coffee please." Then he left her alone as he walked to his office.

What the hell just happened? Meredith cringed while she shook her head. She thought things would be awkward between them at the office but it seems her boss was really good at playing spilt personality.

*****

"Mr. Falcone, right this way." Meredith ushered the older man into Atlas's office. She really didn't think the man who had her boss all fired up was an old man. He looked to be around in his sixties and his eyes were softer.

"Welcome, Mr. Falcone. This is my assistant, Miss Rossie." Atlas stood up when he saw the old man in his office.

The man smiled at Meredith and gave her a firm handshake.

"You're really beautiful, Miss Rosie. Are you perhaps single?"

Meredith widened her eyes at his question. Was the old man hitting on her?

"My grandson is really handsome you know? He is one of the best neurosurgeons in the country. Unfortunately, he has bad taste in women!" he rolled his eyes.

Meredith bit her lips to stop herself from smiling. Who went around looking for women for their grandchild in this era?

"Anyway, looking at you, you seem like a sweet young lady. I can set both of you on a blind date."

Meredith slid a curious glance at Atlas and found him studying her with a piercing scrutiny.

"What do you sa-"

"I'm sure, she isn't interested." Atlas interrupted; his face blank devoid of any emotion.

"In case you change your mind, here is my card" Mr. Falcone let out a soft laugh and handed his personal card to Meredith.

Meredith took the card and stole a glance at her boss. A storm of emotion briefly passed behind his normally impassive face as he stared at the card in her arms. He averted his eyes and looked at the older man.

"Let's discuss the contract." Mr. Falcone said.

"Alright." Atlas agreed while he sat down beside Mr. Falcone.

Meredith watched as they talked about business and she took notes. Atlas looked so confident and the fire in his eyes while he discussed the terms of the contract made him look so handsome. Now Meredith finally understood the term knowledge is the new sexy.

Suddenly he lifted his head, pinning her with a feral look causing a delicious shudder to shot through her.