Stepping into the Quinn's restaurant all heads turned towards them with mason at the front, one of the waitresses quickly rushed to him, trembling. She had heard from the chef who was the oldest staff member of how Mason kicked everyone out after getting into the position of the CEO and had stated he would do it again, if he heard any complaints from his customers. "What-what do you need sir" she stammered
Mason, whose head had been looking sideways for any misconduct, turned to the trembling woman before him. "Take us to the private table"
"Yes sir, please follow me," she walked away. Mason followed the waitress, his feet moving faster than her so that she had to run along. Meanwhile, Michelle couldn't keep up with his pace and walked slowly, which he noticed after not hearing her footsteps. He turned to her. "Should I carry you or you walk ahead of me"
"Hmm?" She asked for where she stood,almost bending down to hold her knee. Why was he so fast? How long is his leg, maybe he would have gone to be an athlete and not a CEO, taking over people's company.
"You tend to get lost easily and not good for a secretary who just started working," he chided her.
Michelle mentally rolled her eyes, arrogant!
"Sorry mr…boss"
"Mason, the name is mason. I would prefer if we stick to what I said, hope you are not forgetful?" His eyes went to her face, her head ducked. His eyes wandered from her eyes to her nose and then her lips, he gulped. Clearing his throat, he shifted the topic "Can you still walk?"
"Yes, I can"she sauntered towards him, taking long strides so she could get him. His eyes following her, when she reached his spot, they both left for their table.
**
Opening the buttons of his suit jacket he placed it on his chair indifferently,not minding the woman in front of him "the scenery is beautiful,but it's more beautiful at night"mason proclaimed to mitchelle and she hummed.
The waitress knew mason would never look at her or even notice she was there "I will be back sir, ring the bell by the side to call out when you are ready to place your order. Do you need anything sir?" The waitress rambled, mason's eyes took in the private room, everything was just how he had known it to be. The room was just a normal place, mitchelle absentmindedly sitting in front of him facing the floor to ceiling window. The decor was not much, just a touch of two big vases by the far end of the door. He waved the waiter to leave and sat down.
"You can talk freely while we are alone,you don't have to feel like I'm holding onto your lips and you are unable to speak,you can but you know your boundaries unless you want more" mason smirked at her. He didn't know why he would be trying to flirt with a woman he just met today and she happens to be his secretary.
When did he start mixing work with pleasure?
"I will be okay, silent. I'm just here to attend to your needs"
"Whatever makes you sleep at night" he sighed,he really wanted to make Mitchelle comfortable around him so he could get to know her more. His cousin was a real time woman chaser that loves the thing beneath the pants of every woman but not mitchelle. He didn't know why but he felt possessive of her, like he had met her before. He was so confused, he never wanted to have anything with a woman right now, only taking care of the empire his father gave him which he didn't want to disappoint him.
He may only be knowing her just for a few hours but he felt a connection towards her and wanted to know her more. She was his type, when she had attended to him back at the office, his eyes had evaluated her, her curves daring out from the pencil skirt. Her chestnut hair, he doesn't do chestnut but black hair women, he had a thing for that but damn all features, her hazel brown eyes.
He hates women who behaves like leeches and she was not that kind of woman from the little hours he spent with her. If his mother caught a glimpse of her he knew he was getting married tomorrow.
But no, he was taking this slow like a real gentleman and not like a caveman. His eyes turned to her and saw her glancing out the window, he would only turn caveman if his cousin tried anything again. "It's beautiful from up here,"he began, however Mitchelle didn't turn her eyes to him but was steady on a school boy holding out a cotton candy his mom had bought for him. They laughed together going home. Tears filled her eyes which she blinked back to mason eyes glaring back at her "I said it's beautiful from up here, especially at nights" He blinked his away, clearing his throat, silence engulfed them.
Mitchelle didn't know what to do, she didn't know how a date works, though this was not a date but eating dinner out with a male it's still called a date. This was so tiresome. Her hand mindlessly goes to the menu book, flipping through the pages, her eyes stumbled on a meal, she hadn't eaten for so long that her eyes widened which mason caught onto. He picked up his own menu, and within a minute, he rang the bell and a waiter came in. This time male. "What would you like sir?"
"Herb-crusted lamb chops with roasted garlic mashed potatoes" he dropped the menu and the waiter turned to Mitchelle "yes mam?"
Mitchelle cleared her throat, fiddling with the menu, she flipped and said indifferently "same thing as his and *clears throat* a wine, if you don't mind" she faced sideways. Mason almost chuckled, waving at the waiter, yet mitchelle stopped him, almost yelling "penfolds grange" the waiter nodded and left.
She internally cursed herself all the things she knew would be suited for her foolishness. She was showing off that she knew things the rich knew. She facepalmed and sighed loudly forgetting mason was there "the food would be served shortly, you don't have to worry" and this was it. "I didn't sigh because of the food, I sighed because…"she snapped at him , almost spilling her guts out Again!
She breathed out.
"Because…?" He raised a brow, this time chuckling, he couldn't hold it in. He smirked at her, gosh he was in deepshit "cute" he mumbled but coherent enough for Mitchelle to hear him. This time she said nothing, they should be in silence. It was needed.
**
Thirty minutes later in delicate silence, a trolley of food was brought in. Mitchelle was so happy about the food. She smiled all the way while eating after almost getting herself drunk from the wine. Mason saw all this and a tingly feelings bubbled in his chest, he had seen the picture of the food while she had flipped to a standstill on it and knew she wanted it.
They finished their food in no time with Mason watching mitchelle while she ate and michelle feeling awkward. The meeting with the client from country D was to be held in another restaurant which was reserved by the client himself.
Arriving at the place,the client had to stand up to shake mason which he did,his eyes trailed to mitchelle and it lasted for seconds before taking it off "is that your p.a?"
"Is that why we are here?" He instead sternly reprimanded "sorry but she looks pretty" Mr Walker continued not minding mason, a cheesy smile on his lips.
"I will take this as you are not interested in the business mr walker, I will leave if you want me"since he hasn't sat down yet he turned back to leave but mr walker held onto his arm. Mason fixedly glared at the hand holding onto him.
"I'm sorry Mr Quinn we can head straight if you don't mind"with a pleading eyes he waited for Mason to sit before he did.
"Start"
"I have a proposal, let's see" he shuffled through his files, which was a turn off for someone trying to get a contract "I got a message from my p.a the Quinn's are starting to build a new estate and since my company is based on building materials,we are consonant in providing the materials for you"
Mitchelle got down the things he said down on the iPad she was holding onto, when mr walker had looked at her in a flirting and disgusting manner she wanted to plug out his eyes and feed it to the dogs on the street.
Vermins'!
"What do you think, mitchelle?"Mason tried checking if her potential was really up to what Howard had said "you heard him right?"
"Yeah, his proposal is good but first we don't know how good his products and goods are. We can't just jump into such a good deal,maybe going there yourself or sending someone to check it may be a good option"
"Hmm,that's likeable did you hear her mr walker. We will get back to you. Let's leave mitchelle" he dragged her hand with him without letting her think things through. Mr walker stood there agape at what just happened,mason was long time uninterested with whatever mr walker decided to say. He was disgusting.
When they reached the company, mason's mood was sour,everyone noticed it. Mitchelle was scared to go close to him and tell him they have another appointment,until he raised his head and said "Your clothes are too tight mitchelle,don't wear such things again"
"But ma…boss"she almost called him by his name,was she too lost in him she could talk freely with him?. She came here for no relationship or business with him, only revenge. Mitchelle signed.
Hearing Mitchelle trying to call him his name Mason smiled but hid it. Time will tell if she will be able to resist his charm to call him by his name,maybe when she is on his table while he smacks her ass then will it be nicer for her to call him by his name.