Raw

Atlas saw the smile on her lips and felt his heart thudded in his chest. Weird because he was sure that he didn't even possess one.

The woman in front of him was wearing a navy blue cooperate dress that was just above her knees.

She wore small pearl earrings and her dark hair had been put into a neat bun on top of her head.

She looked completely different from last night.

Her oval face was beautiful. So fresh and natural with no makeup except the red lipsticks she was wearing.

The flush on her pale cheeks was like flush of sunset on snow.

Her thick rimmed glasses hanged on her nose which was straight, short and charming.

He gazed into her eyes behind her glasses and he had to admit her eyes were the most beautiful sparkling hazel eyes he has ever seen.

They were lovely and full of hope and innocent but dealing with people have taught him that behind the most beautiful eyes laid secrets deeper and darker and he was quite curious the secrets hers held.

His eyes travelled down from her eyes to her shoulders, her breast and to her luscious red lips as she bites them. His pulse quickened with forbidden longing.

Atlas looked at her knotted fingers. She was nervous; he made her nervous.

The thought of having the slightest effect on her excited him.

"Ermm…. Sir?" The receptionist interrupted his thoughts. Atlas cleared his throat when he realized he was still holding her hand and dropped her hand.

He watched as color spread across her cheeks. Damn this woman was cute.

"Sorry to interrupt you Sir, but Mr. Miles wants to know if you will be meeting him today."

Since Atlas fired his previous secretary for leaking his personal information, now his receptionist was managing his schedules.

Atlas rubbed his neck feeling exhausted. He was beyond tired.

Lately, managing his company and finding the culprits responsible for his brother's accident was taking a toll on him. He sighed.

"Yes, but I will be meeting only him. Clear my schedule afterwards. I want to rest for today."

Atlas hated John Miles.

The bastard was cunning and manipulative if not because he owed his father a favor, he will not be having this meeting.

"Miss or Mrs.?" Atlas asked as he studied her facial expression waiting for her answer.

"Miss please."

Atlas nodded his head as reply.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

She looked taken aback with his question but he needed to know if he had to kill someone to claim her.

The thought of her with someone else made his blood boil.

"N-no."

Atlas smirked.

"Okay, Miss Rossi followed me. I hope you don't mind me asking these personal questions but I need to know if this job is your priority. We don't want a man as a distraction, do we?"

She nodded.

Atlas was annoyed by her not answering his questions he wanted to hear her soft velvet voice but he knew she was shy.

Soon his little rabbit will be comfortable around him.

They walked in silence as they entered his office.

"You will be just in front of my office. You will have your own desk. As my secretary you are to set up my meetings, pick up calls and organize every file and most importantly you will be expected to make me coffee. Hope you know how to make coffee Miss Rossi?"

"Yes, Sir I do. How do you like your coffee?"

Atlas stopped walking and turned to look at her.

"I like my coffee smooth, rich, strong and black. No cream or sugar just give it to me raw."

Atlas watched as she blushed looking away from him. It seemed his secretary was a little naughty.

He couldn't stop grinning.

"Miss Rossi why are you blushing? You know I'm talking about coffee, right?"

"I…. I- nothing. Yes, I know we are talking about coffee. No-nothing...else."

Atlas stood there silently, looking at her. His gaze travelled up and down her body. He saw her knotting left finger.

Seems it's a habit she does when she was nervous.

"Alright." He finally replied.

"Sit down, Miss Rossi."

He said as he sat behind his black executive desk, leaning his back on his chair. Meredith sat down across him.

"So, tell me about yourself, why you need the job and why you think I should hire you."

Atlas watched as she took a deep breath. He could clearly see that she was uncomfortable with his questions. He scrunched his brows in curiosity.

For what seems like forever but a few seconds she started,

"I'm Meredith Rossi. Uh.... I'm twenty-four years old."

Atlas stared at her. She looked so innocent for someone who was twenty-four years old. Now he was more curious about her.

He couldn't wait to break her.

To make her beg for mercy. To cry out his name when he bends her over his desk.

"I'm currently staying alone with my brother. Aaron is twelve years old and is attending high school..."

"What about your parents?"

Atlas watched as her face suddenly turned ashen. Family was a touchy subject for his little rabbit.

He was not in a hurry when the time is right, he would have all the answers he needs.