Just three minutes of being on the phone with ' blue eyes ' today and I couldn't bear the gravity of flirtation his voice contained.
"Please get to the point already" my voice came out harsher than intended.
"Icy" he said in this slow and unapologetically hot tone. I inhaled sharply trembling slightly at the impact it took not to crash my phone at that moment.
"Why did you call?" I questioned him through gritted teeth.
"I should be the one asking you that, shouldn't I?" he answered or more like questioned me back. This guy was annoying to the core right now. Did he really ask me that question now? What guy sends a lady a bouquet of flower, slips in his contact which indirectly means she calling you. She does and you ask her why she called? I exhaled sharply with a clenched fist.
"Because you sent them....?" I answered.
"Did I?" he asked and I gritted my teeth.
"If there's one thing about me the media failed to let known is that I hate waiting!"
"Impatient are we?"
"If that's how you'll like to term it " I answered.
"Dangerous! I better tread carefully then" he said in this slow tone.
"The flowers got delivered to the wrong address send them to the right one" he opened up.
"Are you for serious?" I asked in bewilderment.
"Uh-huh!"
No guy, absolutely, no guy especially Arnold would dare send me on an errand. Placed between the position of choosing between an execution or sending me on an errand, Arnold would have chosen to be executed. I hated being treated like a princess - all prim and proper and this experience would be new if only I said,
"Fine!"
He paused a bit before saying, "Good" and then disconnected the call. The nerve of this guy! Anyways, I had agreed to this. I took a good look at myself and added a touch of perfume before setting out .
"A date you got?" Mom asked from the couch as I headed towards the entrance door.
"And why would you guess that?" I asked stopping at the door.
"You know...flowers and few moments later you come back downstairs smelling good. I'd call it a good guess"
"I'll be back" I said and left in my Rolls-Royce after planting a wet kiss on mom's cheeks. After thirty-five minutes of driving to the texted address, I came face to face with AXE.INCORPORATED
How? I rechecked the text message earlier received from ' blue eyes ' . I was at the right place! I parked in and walked into the organization with all eyes on me. Eyes filled with recognition, jealousy and respect. I made a stop at the reception, wondering what I was going to say to her. I didn't even know ' blue eyes ' name. Guessing from the fact that he gave me this address, he might be the CEO? Wait CEO of where? AXE.INCORPORATED? No way. It couldn't be possible. Axe Incorporated was the best and leading company in the entire world in terms of technology. A normal but of course handsome looking guy like blue eyes couldn't own Axe. No! The CEO of that company has to look very expensive and full of authority. He's got to exude an aura of power.
All my life, I'd craved, I'd wished and dreamt to be here but never had the chance. That was why I had to recheck the address sent just to make sure I was at the right place.
"Hi um... I'm guessing your boss sent flowers to the wrong address and he asked for it to be returned". I said coming up with something.
The lady's brow furrowed instantly.
"All of sir's requests are made known to me and me only and I get them done. I don't remember him requesting for flowers to be delivered anywhere" she said and I pursed my lips taking note of her words especially, "All of sir's requests" and "I get them done" for some weird reason.
"But I just spoke to him on the phone" I argued.
"Just a minute" she said and picked up her telephone. After a couple of seconds, she mumbled something incoherent into the phone and turned back to me, "Sorry but he said you are at the wrong address and I don't think he made such requests".
"What? Does your boss have blue eye orbs?" I asked.
"Ma'am anyone can"
"Fine let me call him!"I took out my phone and dialed his number. He picked up after few rings.
"Is this a joke or something?" I said once he answered.
"You're still not here!" he said.
"You know I am" I answer.
"The reception is not the right address!"
"Where is?" I asked.
"My office"
"So you expected me to pass right by the reception and go about aimlessly in search of your office in a place I've never been before?"
"wow" came his only reply.
"Take me to his office" I turned to the receptionist and she obliged. Had it been any other ordinary person, she would've asked me to have an appointment scheduled first. But then she led me to the elevator which took me to the 36th floor. I'd be peddling falsehood if I ever degraded the gravity of luxury AXE.INCORPORATED especially this floor - the floor that contained the CEO all in covet! A slight knock on the door after sliding in a key card and rather than the hard masculine voice that spoke earlier to me on the phone, a soft and calm voice responded. We entered only to discover ' blue eyes ' seated in his swivel chair almost shirtless with his legs on his office desk. Stacks of papers were galavanting all around his desk and onto the floor. His eyes lit up immediately they set on me. The receptionist went on her knees reordering papers then later excused herself.