EMILY'S POV.
I stood in front of Lucas who looked every bit as handsome as he was that night. Why did he keep looking more handsome the more I saw him?
His brown hair looked tousled, and hung low on his beautiful face. He was intent on looking at me, as he talked about our night, and I was shocked at myself when I blurted out that I didn't know him.
Why did I do that? The letter was right in my skirt pocket, so why did I lie that I didn't know him?
My heart fought to tear out of my chest, and my face burned hot. He knew I was lying, and that was the reason he kept staring at me intently.
"Really? You're not the drunk woman who claimed she was drugged?" He asked, in a voice as smooth as butter, and my eyes looked everywhere, but his face.
"I… I have a common face. People always tell me my face is really common. Almost a lot of girls have dark blonde hair, and dark eyes like mine, and… and since it was… at night, you must have been mistaken because I and… I and the drunken lady have some similarities. So… so…" My voice trailed off. I knew I was doing a bad job of it. My eyes ought to have rested on his, for a moment in the least, but it was clear I was avoiding eye contact.
"Ohh. You feel I mistook you for someone else." He asked, getting to his feet, and I nodded, taking a step backwards, and let my gaze fall to the floor.
His hands rested in his pockets, and he kept staring at me.
His aura was overwhelming, and intimidating. I was suddenly aware that we were both alone in a room for the second time, and it was a room with low lights.
Was he more disgusted by me because I was lying? No one liked liars, and liars who weren't good at lying were the worst.
Well, maybe it was for the best. If he wanted to blackmail me, I could simply lie my way through it.
"Have you been drunk recently?" He asked, and I looked up at him, only to look down quickly.
"Dr..drunk?" I asked.
"Yes, and have you spent the night somewhere else recently? A little inn or something like that?" He asked, and I held my hands together. It felt like something wanted to tear out of my tummy, and run.
"No. No, I… I haven't." I said, and summoned the courage to look into his eyes.
It was hard to keep staring into that green forest that lay in his eyes, but I kept my stare fairly well.
I needed to be believable— Stuttering and avoiding eye contact would only make me look really suspicious and like a liar.
He raised a brow when I kept on staring at him, and I immediately turned my head down.
I had been too busy trying to prove that I wasn't lying that I completely forgot it was rude to keep on staring at an Alpha directly in the eye.
"You can leave." He finally said, and I bowed, then turned around to leave. I could feel his intense stare at my back, boring hot holes into it, and it almost made me walk off balance. When I stepped out of his room, and closed the door gently, I turned around to see John walking towards me.
Although I doubted he expected to see me coming out, due to the questioning look in his eyes.
I bowed, preparing to pass him by, but he held my arm, stopping me, and that almost got me all fired up. Even his touching me slightly, made me annoyed.
"Why are you just leaving?" He asked, looking from Lucas' door to mine.
"You made me give him a folder."
"Yes, you were to drop it. Why did you stay so long there?" He asked, and continued, "Dropping it, and walking out happens in three seconds. What conversation were you having with him?" He questioned, and I laid my hand on his, gently taking it off my arm, even though I wanted to swat it away like it was an annoying fly.
"Do you also control the lives of your secretaries? Do you have a totalitarian system between you and your workers? I don't see why Alpha Lucas and I can't have a conversation." I replied, professionally with a flat look on my face.
"What?" He scoffed. "He's my Uncle."
"And what are you implying, Mr. Granger? Are you implying that a little conversation will lead to a relationship with Alpha Lucas?" I asked, and he looked a little flustered, trying to find a witty comeback.
"You're not to talk to him." He spat, and I tried hard not to scoff. I'd do anything just to defy him, and let him know he didn't control me.
"Is there a reason why I'm not meant to have a conversation with him? Can you tell me why that is? Because I believe a boss doesn't have total say over what goes on in the personal life of the secretary." I replied coolly.
"You were working!"
"As an in-house secretary, my personal life will definitely mix with my professional life because I work here, and also live here. You asked me to deliver the files to him, and nothing else, and I did exactly that. I don't see where the problem is coming from." I countered, smoothly, and could see him getting red-faced by the moment.
"You…"
"John. That's enough." Lucas' tired voice came from behind us, and even though I was startled, I didn't bother turning.
John shot me an annoyed look, and walked past me, making sure he did his annoying habit of knocking my shoulder with his.
I decided to brush it off, and walked away, with the sound of my heels knocking on the floor, being the only sound at the moment.
When I got down the stairs, I met Katie on her way to her office, and when she saw me, she stopped.
I walked towards her.
"Your work for today." She said, softly, handing me a sheet of paper. I groaned, and looked at it in annoyance. Until when did I have to put up with those silly jobs he didn't need?
I took it from her, and walked behind her, as our offices were on the same floor.
Katie looked like her mind was really occupied. Her eyes slid into a blank state, even as she walked, and she looked really troubled.
When we got to her floor, she turned to me with those depressed eyes, and parted her lips to speak.
"Oh, before I forget, we're having another welcome party for Alpha Lucas' moving in. It's tonight. I'm sure you already know all the details about the family, and how you should dress." She said, and turned into her working space.
I closed my eyes, and tried to take a deep, calming breath.
Another party? For Alpha Lucas? With those disregarding Alphas, and their proud children? And there I was thinking, 'No, things can't get any worse, Emily.'
They were getting worse!