Chapter 10

• She has a point. What if Benedict would have that in mind? What if he'll let me interview him again only if I'll allow on a date? But then I laughed at myself. Thinking of ridiculous things like that. No, he wouldn't even think about that. I don't qualify to be on his list and I don't wanna be a part on that list. I'm not his type and I just try to force myself that he's not hot even though he is. He won't even like a woman like me with a horrible past like mine.
• "He doesn't like me. And if that's the case then I'll lose the internship than to go out with him." I answered confidently.
• "But Lure Magazine is what you've always dreamed of interning on." Kylie bothers me.
• I groan. "Okay maybe one date if he will persist but I need to get my article done by tomorrow so I need to double time."
• I glanced at my watch. "Shit I'm running late. Uhhhh, help?"
• Kylie and Jonah began to help me in picking my top. They were the ones who fixed my hair too. They're too supportive of this because they know I want this article so bad to impress Mrs. Victoria. If I get a good remark from her, she will hire me as an employee after I graduate. I'll be a regular at Lure Mag. That would be a dream come true. This article about Benedict Saintclare would be my key to a new start with Mrs. Icky Vicky.
• By two forty-five, I finally arrived again right outside the tall building of Saintclare Enterprises. I strut my way in to the lobby with my chin up, I'm more proud of what I'm wearing that a while ago. I'm now in my white skintight pants, white laced sleeveless that showcased my cleavage with a dark red blazer over it pairing it with my red stiletto. My strawberry blond hair was hanging lose past my shoulders and everyone's attention were on me as soon as I walked up to the information desk.
• "Hi. Thea Thibault for Mr. Benedict Saintclare." I say with a smile.
• I know she remembers me, "Weren't you here this morning?" She asks.
• "Yes. Mr. Saintclare told me I should come back by three." I answered.
• She nods and instructed me to proceed to the top floor. I hop into the see-through elevator and felt my heart jumping out from my chest. I have interviewed him a while ago but why does he still makes me feel this way? I exhale through my mouth once I reached his floor. As soon as the doors opened, I headed out of the elevator and saw Coral and her minions still taking that endless continual calls.
• "I'll call you back in a moment. Thank you." Coral hangs up right away when she saw me so I walked up to her desk.
• "Hi. I came back to meet Mr. Saintclare."
• She looked at me from head to toe with her eyebrow arching at me. Envy the blazer bitch, it's Burberry. Kylie lent it to me. I grin at her, my blazer sure did caught her attention for sure. She looks back into my eyes and faked a smile.
• "Mr. Saintclare is still talking to some investors over the phone. I will inform him once he's done. Have a seat." She gestured to the row of chairs again.
• I smiled and walked away. She didn't offer me anything to drink anymore I like a while ago. I settled myself down all alone on these row of chairs. I stare at my feet, it's not converse anymore. I smile as I felt happy with what I wore this time than a while ago. At least I'm now presentable in front of him.
• By exactly three in the afternoon, Coral final stands from her seat and walked up to the frosted glass door. Finally she's going to inform Benedict that I'm here. I've been here for fifteen minutes now. I don't wanna waste any more minutes. I've got shitload of stuff to ask him. It's my first full story. I'm planning a three pages, four -- hell, five pages article about him depending on how much information I'd get from him.
• She slightly opens the frosted glass door while I look at her past my shoulders. She smiled before saying, "Mr. Saintclare, your three o'clock is here. Shall I send her in?"
• I can't hear a reply because my heart is pounding fast again. I'm anxious about how my outfit will impress him.
• Wait what?
• Impress him?
• You're not here to impress him Thea. You're here for work! For your goddamn internship to be saved. Focus! Don't have other intentions. I scolded myself.
• Coral comes out again and calls me over to the door so I stand from my seat with my hear beating loud against my chest. Oh God, please let it be right this time. I mean. I'm already dress to impress. I'm ready. So no mistakes this time please? I need him for my article.
• I marched my way to his frosted door and once I'm inside in lair again, I felt my heart even pounding harder. I feel intense shivers racing from the top of my spine down to my tailbone. I feel a prick of dread even though I have already met him. Well, a while ago was just ten minutes and this time it's an hour. How long will an hour be when I'm inside his office with him?
• Oh god, my poor heart.
• He sits there, comfortably in his huge white chair, leaning back with a pose deceptively casual. Fuck, he's just sitting there and he's already gorgeous. Like a cutout supermodel from a magazine.
• "Miss Thibault." He greeted.
• I watch him with mounting awe.
• "Mr. Saintclare," I finally mumbled. Recovering from the fact that I'm already dressed right in amid such polished luxury.
• He's staring back at me, quite puzzled as his eyes scans at what I'm wearing.
• "At least you don't look like a while ago." He commented.
• I knew he was staring at what I'm wearing. He begins to stand from his chair and walks away from his desk.
• I gulped.
• He continued to walk to his sitting area and gestured to me to follow him so I did. I take a seat on the grey couch and he takes the couch across mine.
• "Clock is ticking Miss Thibault. Might as well shoot." He reminded me.
• My eyes glued at his Emerald deep-set eyes but then I remembered not to get attached to those eyes. So I landed my eyes at his lips. Oh god I just had to look at it. They're like a pair of sweet cherry. His lips liked soft, sensual, plump and pinkish. The kind of lips Kylie would call it as edible.
• "Thank you for seeing me again Mr. Saintclare." I say.
• "Benedict is fine." He answers.
• It's just a couple of minutes and I feel my armpits already sweating with him being this close to me.
• And God, is that his perfume?
• I love his scent. It makes me horny.