Chapter 5

For one fleeting second, I forgot about the fact that I was now drenched in scalding hot coffee and let myself be lost in the eyes of the mysterious man, who put me in this predicament.

Blond curls fell gently on his forehead in a very flattering way. His hair looked dishevelled but immaculate at the same time, if that was possible. And his face resembled that of an ancient mythological god, a Greek one perhaps. From his straight nose, his high cheek bones to his sharp jawline.

His eyes were the color of the precious stone jade, with almost unnoticeable streaks of blue. For some odd reason, they seemed to make everything still and I found myself drowning in them.

"What a first impression I've made. Are you alright, miss?" he asked cautiously, worry and concern swimming in his entrancing orbs.

And then the scorching intensity of the hot beverage set in, and I shrieked out. I sat upright, scanning my arms and torso. My outfit was completely ruined.

"Dammit, look at this mess. Do you not watch where you're going!" I half screamed, much to the stranger's surprise.

He chuckled lowly. "I should be asking you that since you are the one who bumped into me." And dare I say it, he was actually right.

I wasn't watching where I was going because I was too busy being angry at that asshole of a boss. So, to some extent, this was his fault.

He offered his hand to me. "Nonetheless, let me help you up."

I eyed his hand wearily, and took it. In one swift movement, he hoisted me off the ground and into his hard chest.

My breath hitched when we came into contact. He was way too close for my liking, invading my personal space. I knew that behind the fancy suit, he was rippling with nothing but muscle. Our faces were inches apart and his spicy cologne assaulted my nostrils. He stood a whole head taller than me. I was too scared to look into his eyes again because I knew they were studying me this very moment.

I pushed away from him, and straightened my crinkled slacks. An awkward silence suddenly fell around us, further adding to my unease.

I cleared my throat. "Umm, I'm sorry for bumping into you. My head wasn't in the right place." I said, looking down at my feet.

"It's alright. I should apologizing to you for the coffee. I bet it was blazing." He chuckled again, and so did I.

"It was."

His eyebrows scrunched up a bit. "I've never seen you around here. Are you new?"

"Yeah, I am the CEO's new personal assistant."

His brows shot up in surprise. "Oh really." and then he mumbled something under his breath, so he finally got rid of that floosy Tatiana.

"Anyway, let me introduce myself. The name's Logan Hunter." he pronounced in that cute British accent of his, offering me a warm boyish grin.

"I'm Aubrey- Aubrey Whitlock." I replied, shooting him a slight smile. This is probably one of the best worst moments I've had in ages.

"I see that you have neglected your duty to engage in some small talk, Miss Whitlock." roared a voice, his voice, which could be identified anywhere, the way it was surprisingly full of ice and another emotion.

I cursed in my mind and slowly turned to face him. Sure enough, he didn't look too pleased but it wasn't just discontent that was flashing in his steel eyes. Was that a hint of jealousy?

"S-sorry, I-" and then someone cut me off.

"Calm down, Bryce. We bumped into each other and she spilled the coffee all over herself. I was just making sure she was alright." Logan decided to intercede, trying to pacify Bryce's fury.

Bryce scoffed."Yeah, sure. That's exactly what it looked like." he spat, rather sarcastically and he was shooting silent daggers at Logan.

"It's true. Can you not see that I'm drenched?" I said calmly. Seriously, how insensitive could he get?

"Get cleaned up and get me my coffee. You seem to have forgotten about it." Bryce ordered. Heck, what crawled up his ass?

I was about to interject, when Logan turned to me. "Aubrey, dear, this is half my fault. I'm pretty sure you don't have anything to freshen up with so take my jacket." he voiced, shrugging off his jacket and putting it around me. It smelled just like him.

I couldn't help but smile at his humane act. Bryce could learn a thing or two from him. "Thanks Logan. I'll make sure to give it back to you," I hesitated for a moment, "that's if I ever see you again. Will I?"

Then he shot me a charming smile. "I hope so. But in case you don't, keep it safe for me. Go now, before I get you fired."

With that said, I turned to leave towards the elevator at the end of the hall, but not before stealing a glance at Bryce. His face was plastered with an unreadable expression. As I walked off to the said elevator, I could feel their eyes following my every step and one of the pair gave me the chills.

The problem was that I couldn't really tell whose they were particularly.

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