IsaBella's dress is seen on the side.
I wasn't sure if I wanted to see him today or not. I've been debating whether or not to phone Daniel and pretend to be "sick" instead of reporting to work.
Nate enters my room with two coffees. He puts one in my hands, kisses my forehead, and then proceeds to my closet to assist me in choose an outfit for today.
He croons, "Morning Bella."
I say, "Good morning, Natey."
I throw a pillow at him in defense, and he dodges it with a smile. "Hmm...I'd say go in a dress but that would be too dressy and I'd say go in your normal choice but well that would be a little boring so..."
In order to complete preparing our breakfast, he went to the kitchen after setting the clothing and accessories on my bed. I sighed and reluctantly rose from the bed. After brushing my teeth, applying makeup, and taking a shower, I straightened my hair. After grabbing my suitcase, I headed outside to the kitchen. My French toast had been made by Nate. After devouring his delicious dinner, we headed to Starbucks.
Nate, Daniel, and I each purchased our usuals, and then we traveled to Olivia Global. I was very nervous and shivering for some reason. I did my best to ignore the uncomfortable sensation I got in the pit of my stomach.
I felt sick to my stomach after using the elevators, and I glanced down at my watch. Given that it was 10:59 am, he ought to be present. I inhaled deeply and tried to think of a happy idea. Daniel's coffee was in my hand when I gazed down at it. I grinned as I pictured giving Daniel his coffee and seeing Daniel.
I entered, grinning at my coworkers, and moved toward Daniel's office. I knocked on the open door and peaked my head inside.
I grin and ask, "Did somebody order a cappuccino with two sugars?"
He glances up, and either when he sees me or the coffee in my hands, his eyes light up. My favorite morning activity, ugh.
I approach him and give him the coffee. Yes, drinking my coffee in the morning is always one of my favorite morning activities.
He smiles and puts his lips around the Starbucks cup, "Who said I was talking about the coffee?" After blushing, I drank some of my own coffee. Lisa bursts through the door before any of us had a chance to respond.
She sighs with relief as she sees me and says, "Mr. Olivia- Oh my god there you are."
Daniel enquires, "What's wrong?"
She responds tensely, "Mr. Bieber clearly stated that he only agreed to conduct an interview with IsaBella, not with Emily. He doesn't want Emily to do the interview with him. Yes, Robert did in fact revere her.
My stomach sinks as I groan and tremble over my face. I suddenly find that I don't want any more coffee. When I turn to face Daniel, he smiles sympathetically.
Bella, would you mind conducting the interview?
I think of a way to get over this as I raise my lips to my mouth. "All right, but only if Nate and Lisa can come in there with me."
Daniel smiles, "Done." Lisa will record his responses to your questions as Lisa watches the interview. Nate, uh, what exactly will Nate be doing?
Daniel smiles as Lisa and I snigger. I roll my eyes and say, "He'll comfort me and help me get through the interview without flipping it at Sir Bieber."
Before letting Lisa pull me to the godforsaken room where the interview is taking place, Daniel laughs and nods in agreement. As we enter the room, I take a big gulp as I hear arguments. Lisa smiles at me and then opens the door.
I notice Emily standing up and attempting to stop Robert from leaving as I enter. He portrays anger. Fuck.
I instruct Lisa to go get Nate while trying my best to project confidence. I inquire with an eyebrow raised and my arms crossed across my chest, "What the hell is going on here?"
When Robert turned to face me after glaring at Ashely, I thought the world had come to a complete halt. Since I had last seen him, he appeared even more seductive. His physique was dressed with a stunning Boss suit that was perfectly tailored. He had kept the same hairdo from the previous time I saw him. When he saw me, his beautiful brown eyes brightened up, but they quickly returned to their expressionless state.
He accuses Emily fiercely, "I committed to do an interview with you, not with her.
I adjust my arms on my chest, "And what exactly is the problem if Ms. Davenport does it instead?" I inquire with an arched eyebrow.
She almost whimpers, "I asked him the same thing, but he won't let me.
He says, pointing at me, "Look either you or I. Do the interview, or I leave."
As I roll my eyes, I turn to face Emily. "Ashely, you may now depart; I'll handle the rest."
She casts an envious look my way and softens it when she sees Robert. I'll be right down the hall if you need anything at all.
He is fixated on my figure and doesn't even look up to hear what she has to say or show any interest in it. Ashely gives me another unflattering glance before huffing and leaving the office. I shake my head and let out a chuckle as she slams the door.
I scream as I glance back up. Somehow, Robert was directly in front of me. His gaze departed from mine to embarrassingly scan my entire body. My hands were cold, and my heartbeat quickened.
He looks at me again and adds in a harsh voice, "I told you not to be late."
I spit out my words and proceed directly past him to the desk in the center of the room. I wasn't meant to conduct the interview, therefore I wasn't exactly late.
I knelt down to retrieve the inquiries I would be posing to him from behind the desk. I felt him put his back against mine, and a gasp from my lips. I quickly stood up straight and as still as a pole. My neck felt his breath on it, sending a chill down my spine. He shaved my head, showing my neck.
My stomach was nibbled about by his strong arm as he pressed my body up against his. He grinned, "Loosen up, your stiff as fuck. My eyes fluttered as he kissed behind my ear, but I struggled to remain calm.
I spat, even though I enjoyed having his hands on my body, "I believe we agreed for an interview not for you to touch me," I like having him close to me, but I was also afraid of it.
After chuckling, he kissed my collarbone, causing the area where his lips touched it to sting. You adore being this close to me, Ms. Jones, you know that."
My forehead touched his as I whirled around as he was holding me. I didn't realize until now just how close we were.