A Millionaire, His Suit And Poor Me – Part 2

I tried to pull the hem of my dark red dress lower and lower as I got out of the taxi after paying the driver. I tightened my grip on my coffee, admiring the towering building in front of me. A towering skyscraper in the middle of Manhattan, a sleek sign on the facade read Steve Enterprises.

I entered timidly. I wore a tight dark red Valentino, paired with a pair of black Louboutins. Jace and I went to find the perfect outfit from the photoshoot wardrobe downstairs in the office. The dress was from the previous season, the absence of which would probably never be noticed, and the shoes never used. I was going to put them back in place as soon as it was finished.

Everything I wore was more than I could afford and I felt fantastic. I approached the reception where a beautiful blonde girl was busy typing something on the computer.

?” He asked, with

appointment ?”

“Seven months.”

ng?” I complained. “Look, this is really important.”

ionaire looking for a cheap merger, there’s no chance she’s going to see Mr. Steve today.”

looking for a taxi and calling Jace. He answered on the first ring.

never be able to talk to him,” I immediately complained. “Unless I’m a hot girl who wants a job

“Is she

my dress as we arrived at a huge mahogany door at the end

ere for

reath, pushing my shoulders back and sweeping my hair behind my shoulders before

rt underneath, all buttoned up. My trained eye has identified the costume as being one of the

er his intense gaze and approach his

vior

an amused grin on his

curity

have an error. Am I

asked not to contact me to

ly.” I responded in an offended manner. His gaze intensified and I walked

.” He said. I tremble under his gaze, but I

to me,

surprise before standing up, putting my hands on the desk and meeting his gaze. He was such an a*****e. You have no manners. You have no manners. And thank God you declined the interview, because ther

red. His hands grabbed me firmly by the hips and They spun, so that I

of my head, leaning on the door. Steve tilted his head at

hest against mine. “I think

reacted by pushing me more against the door, my attempts were

“I ca