Chapter 5 Hello, Dreamboat Anna May

Alexie was an unexpected surprise --she had asked her to call her that. Anna really didn't know what

to expect this morning when she woke up.

Well, she did expect to go to work early to start preparing for the week-long seminar. But, having a

boss for a friend on her second day at work was really really unexpected.

She stood nervously beside her gorgeous boss, who looked like a runway supermodel with her

platinum blond hair and her fathomless gray eyes. She was as tall as her at 5'8"

Mrs. Marini walked beside her when they exited the elevator and it made her looked like her

personal assistant.

Her feet were comfy in her only pair of black 2-inch heels and her dark brown tresses neatly

brushed up in a tight ponytail.

She knew she looked plain with her maroon A-line skirt neatly tucked in a white silk blouse. It was

exactly the type of look she was aiming to achieve every day.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, dear. Michael will be with us as well as my brother. We'll go to work

together." Alexie smiled kindly at her. There was a strange glint in her beautiful eyes she couldn't

place.

"Your brother, ma'am? I mean, Alexie.” A brother? Should she get nervous? She doesn't do well with

strange men. Especially the creepy ones. They brought back bad memories. She shivered at the

thought. She felt Alexie grabbed her hand. They stopped before entering the dining area.

"Are you ok, Anna? Don't worry. You are under our protection. I'm sorry I forgot to mention, my

brother is Alexander Northam, our CEO. He wants to meet his new employee. It's a basic protocol at

the office.” Thank God. She relaxed right away. Surely, her brother was a kind middle-aged man who

was happily married with teenage kids. She nodded at her sincerity and smiled to reassure her

everything was ok.

"There they are. Come on, dear," She followed timidly behind her. She recognized Michael. He and

Alexie looked perfect together. She nodded at him shyly. He immediately wrapped his arm around

his wife's waist and inclined his head towards her.

Then her eyes moved to the man beside him. She gulped audibly. The boss was not a middle-aged

man. He looked so freakishly handsome it was unfair. His face was so chiseled like that of a Roman

god. His perfect gray eyes looked stormy. He was looking directly at her and she was pinned where

she was. She kept gawking at him. Couldn't stop it.

God, he was tall and massive with all the defined muscle hiding under his perfect Armani suit --so

dominating, so powerful-- he walked with a lethal grace. Like a wolf hunting. She couldn't help but

shiver. In a good way this time. For the first time in her life, she was attracted to a man. A beautiful

man. Major panic setting in, she tried to find the closest escape route.

She was so afraid of this unfamiliar feeling. That sexy man approaching her with controlled grace

was her boss. Nothing could come of this. She snorted. As if he would be attracted to her. God! She

must look like a fool. Standing so rigid gazing at him with her wide amber eyes.

He kept walking towards her. Shit! What now?

Anna's gorgeous as hell boss stopped right in front of her. Her breath was caught on her throat. She

inhaled sharply. A big mistake.

He smelled so good, she felt so dizzy with his scent. It was so fresh like mint and the ocean with a

hint of his masculine musk

She can vaguely hear Alexie made the introduction. Like a robot, she held out her trembling hand

for a handshake. Her jaw slackened when he kissed her wrist softly, a brushed of his soft pink lips

that traveled all over her skin.

She shivered deliciously. What was that? Did she get electrocuted? Were those tingles and sparks?

Did he feel it too? She looked up at him to gauge his reaction. But his sharp features were not easy

to read. He still held her hand. For some reason she let him. His touch anchored her to the moment.

The spell was broken when he guided her to their table. He pulled the chair for her, sitting her to his

left. She can see Alexie and her husband were busy with the menu. She inwardly frowned. Her wits

were effectively scrambled by his innocuous touch.

"What would you like for breakfast, Anna?" Shit! Why does he sound so sexy?

His vibrant stormy gray eyes never left her face. She fidgetted in her cushioned seat. Deep, gravelly,

and husky. As if rarely used. It made her instantly think of a darkened bedroom. Oh, God! Where did

that thought come from?

"I..ah...I think I will have fresh orange juice, pancakes with blueberries, and Nutella if they have it,

please.” She mentally cringed. Her choice of food seemed unsophisticated in this type of elegant

setting. Glancing at the waitress, who nodded while writing it down, she slowly breathed out.

Thanked God no one seemed to mind.

"I will have bacon and eggs with black coffee. Make it for two. I'll have ham and a platter of assorted

sausages as well." He murmured, his great gray eyes never leaving hers. She blushed and averted

her eyes at his scrutiny.

"By the way, Anna. I forgot to tell you that all our managers, such as yourself, have their own

apartments. There is one prepared for you and you can transfer after work.”

Thank God for distractions. She gave her attention to Alexie as she informed her of her new living

arrangements. She thought what she suggested was really wise since she planned to have her

sisters here with her in the near future.

"I would be okay with a one-bedroom apartment, Alexie. I mean I don't want it to be expensive.”

Money was tight and she had to save for her siblings’ visa. This hotel accommodations were for free

but she doesn't want her bosses to think she was taking advantage of their generosity.

"You don't have to worry about it, dear. We will take care of everything. And you will be safe and

comfortable in your new home." Was she really this lucky with her job? She really hoped so.

"I don't want you to think that I am taking advantage,” she muttered quietly, yet they heard her

loud and clear.

"You won't, Anna." How could she argue when she got starstruck every time he opened his mouth?

Why does he have to be so goddamn sexy? Peering at him, she could clearly see amusement

sparkling in his eyes. Does he know she was so into him? Her food arrived and she was saved from

her rhetorical question --one she wanted to avoid at all cost.

She began to salivate at the aroma of pancakes and chocolates. The silver cloche was pulled from

her plate, making her smile in anticipation. She glanced around, suddenly embarrassed. Maybe she

should act more refined while dining with them? The bosses.

"Do you want something else, mia anima?" Alexander asked softly. Frown in his eyes. Damn, her

cheeks reddened.

"Oh, no. I am waiting for you guys to start.” She watched stupidly as he began to serve her.

Spreading Nutella on her hot pancakes then adding her berries. He poured her a glass of fresh

orange juice in her crystal glass.

"There, cara mia. Let's eat.” He waited for her to take her first bite then he sipped his hot coffee. She

watched mesmerized, her eyes following his graceful hands --he took a bite of his bacon then his

ham-- focusing on his beautiful pinkish lips. The pair curve in amusement. She blinked and looked

away. He caught her staring. She suppressed the urge to crawl under the table.

Please stop embarrassing yourself Anna May.

Taking small bites of her scrumptious meal, she tried to tell her mind to shift gears and think of

other mundane thoughts. Impossible!

For all she knew, he might already be married to a gorgeous heiress with two kids. But she doesn't

see any ring. That doesn't mean he doesn't a girlfriend or a mistress or whatever. Men like him have

no use for someone like her. As what that monster told her before, she was not marriage material

for rich men. She was only good for a fuck. Well, fuck him! She had kept herself intact for her

husband. Her first love. The one who will be worthy of her. Who would help her care for her sisters.

They were a package deal.

You want me, you get the whole family.

"Anna, dear. Are you ok?" She was startled from her dark thoughts by Alexie. She glanced up. Her

boss was seriously frowning at her now.

Shit! She looked at her meal and gasped at the mangled pancakes. Wasn't aware she was murdering

her meal. She had lost her appetite.

"I am fine, Alexie. I was just thinking. I'm sorry. * She avoided looking at the gorgeous man beside

her. Her instant attraction to this man was ludicrous it frightened her.

"What bothers you, mia anima?" There goes his hypnotic voice once more. It was so deep and husky

and it again reminded her of a lover in the dark of night. Like in some of those romantic novels she

read. She wanted to get lost in it.

"Just my sisters, sir. I am wondering what they are doing right now. We have a different time zone."

Well, that was a half-truth. She can't tell him everything. He will most likely avoid her like the plague.

"I see.” No, you don't, your majesty. She can see the confusion in his eyes as he tried to read her.

"You can have your sisters here with you, mia anima. Just tell me when." Please don't make promises

you can't keep. Please.

"1 will think about it, sir."

"Call me Xander, cara. I insist.” She merely nodded, hating to commit to anything. "I ordered a

sandwich, you might get hungry later. Come, let us get to work. You are riding with me. We have a

lot to discuss.” He pulled out her chair for her and took her hand.

Mr. Northam escorted her out of the private dining room, towards the entrance of the luxurious 5-

star hotel. She can see men in black with earpieces scattered around them, their tight security.

A black expensive sports car stopped in front of them. Her Adonis guided her gently to the

passenger seat. She inhaled sharply when he leaned close to her. Was he going to kiss her? God, he

smelled so good. She closed her eyes, afraid of what she might do. Then she heard a clicked. He is

securing the seatbelt for you, Anna.

She almost moaned, disappointed. Her eyes fluttered opened and she found him staring at her so

intently, hunger in his eyes.

His long, elegant finger grazed her red cheeks, he bent towards her and dared to brush his thick lips

on her forehead. "Soon, mio angelo, soon."

What the fuck did he mean by that?

Author's Notes

Alright, folks! It's getting hot in here. Next will be Alexander's POV. It is really getting hard for him to

resist. No pun intended.