CHAPTER SIX
Evander's POV.
Nyx's demand was simple–she wanted a job at my company.
And I gave her the job, because I couldn't have her ruining Jeremy's image. I refrained from scolding Jeremy in front of Nyx, but after she left, I made sure to give him a piece of my mind.
It's been two days since I last talked to him but I was sure he's going on a break from clubbing and flirting, because it seems to be ruining how he sees women.
Not on my watch though, as his friend, I'll make sure he becomes a morally inclined man, even if it takes hours of deep talks.
"Good morning boss," A familiar sharp tone disrupts me from my thoughts.
My eyes veer back to reality, landing on a figure…Christ, what the fuck is she putting on?
Nyx is wearing a black ripped jeans that had tears up to her thighs, and an AC/DC crop top–exposing her belly piercing and tattoos.
My face splits with disgust, "Where the hell do you think you are?"
"At my boss's office, reporting for duty," she makes a mocking salute, a sly smirk spreading along those full lips.
I rise up from my chair, peering over the figure who's standing like she's posing for a photo.
"Listen to me carefully, in MY office, my workers aren't allowed to wear ragged clothes. Modest gowns, and skirts are allowed, and if you have no idea what those are, go out and look around," I pointed towards the door, my voice firm.
She scoffs, lifting a brow, "Whoever said I was going to follow whatever dressing rule you have here? I asked you to give me the job, I never said I was going to be an obedient little worker."
God.
Why does this woman always manage to piss me off so badly?
Yet somehow, I can't get rid of her even if I wanted to!
Fury pumps through my veins, making my breaths fast and short, "My office, my DAMN RULES!" I snap, banging a fist on my table.
She moves closer, placing both hands on my desk, leaning forward in a way that helps me see her face up close.
"My job, My fucking terms. Got that?" She replies defiantly.
Christ, help me with this lady.
Have I made the wrong choice by giving her the job? Definitely not. I can't have her ruining Jeremy's image over a silly mistake.
But who the hell is she to question my authority? In my own company?
I'll clip those egoistic wings, and have her respect me whether she likes it or not.
Taking a deep breath, I returned my eyes to Nyx, who's staring at me with crossed arms.
"As a personal assistant, you're to attend to all my emails, handle schedules for meetings, and sort out files." I state, and she stares at me blankly so I continue.
"And since I don't have a lot of emails, you're to handle schedules for meetings and sort out files. There's a huge heap at the office two doors away from me. That's your office, make sure to be done before 6 p.m or you'd have to work overtime." I declare, resting my weight against my executive chair.
She frowns slightly, "I'm not working overtime."
"You'd like a reduction in your paycheck then?"
She gasps, pressing her lips together with her hands balling into fists but she utters no words.
Great.
She's starting to learn.
She bolts out of the office, slamming the door so hard, it makes my jaw tick. But I decided to focus on my work, so I won't have her ruin the rest of my morning.
And as I got engrossed with work, making drafts for Jeremy's event coming up, Nyx's rosy scent lingered in the air, teasing my nostrils.
From her scent, flashes of her features creep into my mind, making me zone out one too many times.
She looked ragged this morning but she also looked hot, in her own way. I love how her lilac eyes glisten whenever she's pissed, and how her ring under her nose shakes whenever she shakes her head.
All of that wildness seems to intrigue me.
It's so…different.
"Beep beep beep!" My phone blares, drifting me back to reality.
"Shit, not again," I curse under my breath, realizing I just zoned out again.
I hate this curiosity about Nyx that I'm suddenly developing. I have to stay away from that lady, before something I hate happens.
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It was six p.m and workers from different sections of the commercial building were trooping out.
I was also heading out as I was done for the day, and after locking my office door shut.
I notice the light in Nyx's office is still on, that makes me smirk. I knew she wouldn't be done with the job before 6 p.m, that was my way of showing her who exactly is the boss around here.
I stalk towards her door, hiking my laptop bag on my shoulders, as I walk.
When I get to the door, I slowly push it open, revealing a lady sitting on the floor.
She's surrounded by different sizes of files, in various colors, sorting them according to size. Her lilac eyes had lost its glow and from the wincing in her face whenever she reaches for a file, I can tell she's very exhausted.
I instinctively want to help her up, and apologize for putting her through so much work on her first day but when she flashes me fiery eyes, I discard the thought.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" She barks.
"It's past six p.m, which means you have to work overtime," I state, almost snorting at how her cheeks burn with annoyance.
"You arrogant mother fucker. Why can't I just continue tomorrow?" She growls.
I smirk, "I'm the boss, remember?"
Hearing that, she slams the files in her hand against the floor, rising up like a woman ready to pounce on a man.
But when she gets close to me, her face beams with a strange expression that I can't pinpoint. She sizes me up, a smug smile appearing at the corner of her lips.
What the fuck is she thinking?
Her hands reach for my shoulders and I jerk back on impulse, my heart racing.
"You know, I think I like how addicted you are to rules, it's cute," She whispers, her hands joining together at the nape of my neck.
Words bubble at the end of my throat but nothing comes out.
Her wandering fingers slowly trail up into my hair, fondling softly, "You…should loosen up sometime…and thankfully…" one of her hands moves from my neck to the shell of my ear, "I'm here to help you out."
My brows furrow, and I catch the grip of her hand, "You have a better chance at seducing a stuffed animal, than me."
She chuckles softly, her eyes boring into mine, like she can see through me. That makes me feel uneasy, yet curious.
"If that's a challenge, then game on."
She says and breaks her hand free from my grip, slapping my crotch.