It wasn't a question.
Her words, Ms Love reaction, the security guys, and Amelia words all started to make sense now.
"So am I to understand that Mr Valentine has a thing for blondes?" I asked with a raised brow.
"More than a thing," she winked at me, a knowing look in her eyes.
"Well that makes things easier," I mumbled underneath my tone. If he already likes me, seducing him shouldn't be an issue. And men talk when they have sex. If so, I should be out of here in few weeks, and five million dollars richer.
The thought brought a smile to my lips, as my dream bar appeared in my mind. I was so lost day dreaming about all the things that I could accomplish with the money I am going to receive when I complete this job that I forgot that I wasn't alone.
"What?"
Lucy's question jerked me off my thoughts and back to her. She was looking at me confused, and her question and expression in turn confused me, so I returned her expression. "What what?"
She started laughing, and I stood there wearing a morose look, waiting for her amusement to be over with my hand crossed over my chest.
"You said what what?" She laughed again.
I didn't understand how that was funny. "Yeah. That is because I didn't get your question," I patiently explained.
She took a break from her giggles to explain. "You said something that I didn't hear, and I wanted you to repeat it."
I didn't know what I could have said that she didn't hear, so I said. "I am sorry, I have forgotten."
"That is alright. I better run along before Amanda gets to the office. She freaks out when I am not there. Lunch?"
She already ran off before I could even say yes to her lunch offer, let alone ask who Amanda is.
I shook my head at her burst of energy and continued my way towards Mr Valentine's office.
When I arrived, I knocked and waited with my heart racing inside my chest for him to ask me in.
The door suddenly opened instead of the invitation to come scarring the shit out me.
I looked up in shock and fell into the stunning green eyes of a very sexy tall lady.
At first there was shock like I wasn't who she was expecting, then her pale green eyes deepened with interest.
"And who might you be?" She asked in a deep alto, not hiding the fact that she was checking me out.
She was looking at me like I was a piece of meat that she wanted to gobble whole. Her bold regard was making me nervous, but I hid it perfectly well behind a very stoic expression.
"I am Chanel Stone, Mr Valentine's..."
"Oh Malcom, you will never change," she yelled loudly and then a small furrow appeared between her well carved brow. Although this one seems to be on the short side.
"Excuse me!" I frowned at her rudeness.
"But she is hot though," she leered at me, a wolfish grin on her face.
This woman boldness is unbelievable.
"Spin for me," she took my hand and spur me around before I could react or say something.
I was so shocked by her abrasive behavior that all I could managed was gape at her like she was an alien.
"Wow! She is packing a nice rack here, I am sure they are so juicy," she spanked my ass, though gently.
What the fuck is going on here? If I didn't know better I will think I am still in my old job.
"And these babies," she screamed with excitement, her green eyes bulging out of her face as she cupped my two breast.
What! My eyes nearly fell out of their sockets.
"Honey are they real?" She wiggled my breast like she was trying to shake them off my chest.
"Of course they are real. I have a very firm size D breast that men loves so much. Apparently women too," I grumbled inside. If she don't stop playing with my boobs I am going to punch her face.
"Amanda quit harassing my assistant, we don't want her suing you for sexual harassment on her first day!" Malcolm yelled from inside, and then his tall imposing figure came around to join us by the door.
Damn he is so handsome, and very fit despite his age.
Amanda's hands disappeared from my boobs, so did the leering, and the amused expression on her face. She became serious. The transformation left my head spinning.
This woman is truly an odd ball.
"I am Amanda Sinclair," she introduced in a very professional manner, stretching her hand to me.
I eyed her hand like it was a viper, while Malcolm finished the introduction.
"Amanda is one of my best agent."
There was respect in Malcolm's voice as he spoke about the woman in front of me.
"His best agent," Amanda corrected arrogantly, a twinkle back in her green eyes.
I don't know how to take this woman. Her personality confuses me. Is she a lesbian?
"Chanel Stone, Mr Valentine's new assistant," I slowly shook her hand, acting suspicious like I was scared she will do something weird to the hand I just placed in her very soft and smooth ones.
I wouldn't put it past the woman. Have never met anyone like her in my life.
"Please call me, Malcolm. And I apologize for Amanda's crass behavior. She is an acquired taste," Malcolm flashed me a very friendly smile that put his white perfect teeth on full display.
"Hey! I am right here. And I can apologize for my own behavior, thank you. And quit making me sound like I am looney," Amanda threw Malcolm a hard look that earned her an indulging grin.
You are looney woman, I thought in my mind, but was intrigued by Malcolm and Amanda's interaction.
They seem like very good friends, and not employer and employee relationship.
"Hey! I am sorry if I scared you with my behavior earlier. I was just messing around. And no, I am not a lesbian. I like men," she smiled at me.
"A little too much," Malcolm mumbled, earning himself another glare. I on the other hand was shocked by the woman's non-sequtuir.
"What!" I looked at her confused.
Her expression softened, as she replied. "Oh honey, never play poker. Your face is like an open book," she teased with no offense in her expression.
I blushed at her words, but said nothing.
"Can I tell you a secret?" her green eyes gleamed with mischief.
I was suspicious.
"Hey, you don't need to look like I am asking for your virginity," she teased seeing the look in my eyes.
"I wouldn't put it past you," I mumbled underneath my voice but she heard and laughed uproariously and when I nodded my head, giving her permission to tell me her almighty secret. She leaned in and whispered into my ear.
"Don't make it easy for him, he enjoys the chase more than the catch"
When she straightened up she winked at me and then moved past me. As she passed me I perceived her perfume. It was mildly strong and sexy, just like the woman.
Her words left me confused and reminded me of something similar Amelia said.
When she walked a few feet away she paused and said. "Oh Malcolm, Chris Jenner is looking to sell her house and purchase a new one. Will I get a raise if I get her to go with us?" Her green eyes gleamed with mischievous excitement.
"No. I gave you a raise last month. You are the highest paid agent currently," Malcolm grumbled like he wasn't happy paying whatever he was paying the red head.
"Quit complaining, boss, you only pay me what I deserve, because I am the best," she winked at him and walked away.
"Your ego is almost as big as your arrogance," Malcolm muttered after Amanda, with no heat in his voice.
"I heard that!" Amanda yelled back making Malcolm to smile.
Their interaction intrigued me. I wondered if the man in front of me is this easy going with his wife as well.
He didn't come as some kind of monster from what I have seen. He actually acts kind, and friendly.
So why does Amelia hate him? And why does she want to bring him down.
"Hey!"
I snapped back to reality at Malcolm's raised voice, and looked at him. He was watching me with a raised brow. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah," I blushed at the fact he just caught me day dreaming.
"I didn't expect you to start today?" He stared intently at me.
His very close regard made me a little self conscious.
"Ms Love said you needed your assistant ASAP. "
He smiled. "Cassandra. Always worrying. I would have survived another day."
"Oh. In that case can I go?" I was teasing.
He took it like that, and smiled at me. "No. I am glad that you are here."
His smile was disarming, and his words made me feel that there was more to it, than what was said on the surface.