CHAPTER 3

Nate's picture is on the side.

"Okay. As soon as we sit down at our workstations, Nate says, "First things first. "He's a fucking babe!"

Michael Olivia? Goddamn, I'm right.

He giggles, "No you idiot- well yes, but we weren't discussing that wonderful specimen at the moment. "I'm referencing Robert Woods. The guy appears to have been gently and flawlessly sculpted by Greek gods.

I chuckle and take a sip of my coffee. "You're obviously over exaggerating," I say.

He turns back and scowls, probably with me in mind as he whispers obscene comments beneath his breath. I squint and take a second drink of coffee. I spit it out all over my black flats before I could even swallow it. Nate jumped back and smiled at how my dignity and my jaw both dropped.

The most beautiful man I had ever seen in my life was there on his television. I wanted to comb my fingers through Robert Woods' golden brown hair for hours on end. He appeared to have a jaw line that could cut through glass because it was clearly defined. His complexion was flawless, free of any imperfections, and flawlessly tanned. His pupilsHis eyes had a rich, chocolate color that completely engrossed me and caused me to lose awareness of my surroundings. They were so alluring, and I was certain that if I ever met this ideal human being, I would lose myself in them right away.

Nate moved his mouse away from the picture of him with only his face visible and toward a full-body shot of him wearing a Dolce & Gabbana suit. He had a slim build, and he had numerous tattoos on his forearms. He had a beautiful body underneath the suit, despite the fact that most of it was covered by it.

I took Nate's mouse out of his grasp when I noticed a picture on the side that said Robert Woods topless and clicked on it. After clicking on it, my mouth absolutely dropped open. I could see myself gagging as I scanned his magnificent figure.

He had a six pack on his stomach, which gently dipped into a V line that was partially hidden by his Calvin Klein boxers. There were tattoos on more than just his forearms. Additionally, it affected his neck, pecks, shoulders, and the center of his chest. Never before did I feel the urge to touch someone's body as much as I did for this man. Trey Songz or Chris Brown may have made the list, but this Woods youngster was undoubtedly included as well.

Chris Brown, Trey Songz, Harry Styles, Bruno Mars, and many other artists were my weakness since I've always been a sucker for tattoos. I have a couple tattoos of my own, but I can't really show them out at work, therefore they are now hidden by my outfit today.

I'll get back to this youngster. This guy definitely doesn't know how to smile, I realized while Nate and I were prying about. He always has this grim expression on his face in all of his images. He was scowling, scowling, glaring, or simply frowning. That such a beautiful person wouldn't smile was a real tragedy.

I was startled from my thoughts as Nate clicked on a picture. As he grinned. He appeared to be grinning since it covered his entire face, including his eyes. He no longer had the stiff exterior, and if it were possible, he appeared even more attractive than before. No, he appeared to be an angel that I would never tire of admiring. He really did have an amazing smile. He appeared to have braces on because of how white and straight his teeth were. He had a dimple, which I also noticed. my shortcoming.

Nate said, "Wow," and laughed. It appears to be "love at first sight."

I wiped the small amount of drool on the side of my mouth as I gathered myself. I then closed my jaw. I shook my head and cleared my throat.

He's fine, I mumbled.

Nate laughed so hard that he had to struggle to stand up while holding his stomach. I growled at him and swiveled my desk chair around. The girl in the cubicle next to mine thinks my crazy best friend is weird, so I'm grateful there is a wall so nobody can see him. Every day, our strange bond manages to shock and frighten her. If the poor girl asks Daniel, our boss and our hot boss, to switch cubicles, I won't be shocked.

He wiped a tear that had fallen from his eye and fixed his tie and dress shirt after Nate's fruitless laughing onslaught. Wow El, you utter a lot of bullshit, but that's the biggest bullshit I've ever heard come out of your mouth.

He receives a forehead blow from my stress ball as I glare at him and toss it at him. He exhales and places his hand on his forehead. He throws it back while glaring at me, missing me and knocking over a frame holding a picture of me and my other best friends, Logan and Maliah.

He hisses, "That was totally unnecessary, you whore."

I waggle my tongue at him before turning around to take the picture frame.

"You realize I'm correct. Cut the crap and get out with it; your jaw fucking fell at the sight of this sex god. I want the truth, so please tell me what you think.

Nate was grinning as a red mark was developing on his forehead from the stress ball that my hand was currently gripping. I bit my lip and turned around in my chair to face him. I really tightened my grip on the stress ball before gushing about how ideal I thought Mr. Woods was.

He is incredibly attractive; seriously, Nate, have you seen that goddamn figure. God, "I cried. What I do to that man's body and how I treat him! I could investigate him all day and night, sh*t.

I concur with you there, honey. That young man is in excellent condition.

"I'm sure right! Observed he was wearing that suit? Oh, and Nate, did you notice his filthy tattoos? I shrieked.

Nate chuckled while nodding. "Yes, and I knew you'd notice that and freak out over it. They are all over his body."

Hell yeah, I picked them out, and I wouldn't mind kissing the Hebrew tattoo that runs up above his hip and the trace of his cross tattoo on his chest.

"I warned you! The man is the god of sex! He has women physically flocking away from him. Everyone is vying for a piece of him. Everyone desires to interact with him and become his buddy. Nate chuckles, "Hell, he even hangs out with your people.

The question "My people?" My brows crease in confusion.

"Yeah, like Lil Wayne, Drake, Chris Brown, Tyga, and Nicki Minaj-"

"Be quiet! No, he doesn't. I shout while grinning broadly.

"Dead set," Nate chuckles. Everyone is eating out of his hand, according to him. He was even romantically involved with Selena Gomez.

I scream, "No way," like a young schoolgirl. "I'm not sure if he or she is the relationship's luckier party. I mean, the girl hardly ever has imperfections, making her one of the most attractive and exquisite actors I've ever seen. She has ferocious features, but she also has the largest heart I've ever seen. If I had Selena Gomez's body, I would be the greatest bitch. Nate and I both agree as we both laugh.

I shrug and say, "And Woods he's fine, just look at your fucking computer screen." It adequately explains it.

Before he looks into my eyes and grins, Nate glances over Robert's body one last time. Yes, but he's totally the antithesis of Selena Gomez. He's fucking sexy and one of the biggest dicks, while she is wonderfully gorgeous and the sweetest person ever.

I mumble in a stupor as I stare at the computer screen, "I'm sure he has a big dick."

Nate tells me to "snap out of it" as he turns my head away from the computer. "You need to email him and set up the interview, but I'll tell you right now that I'm sure he'll decline since he categorically refuses to conduct interviews. You were given this position specifically so that you would fail, he explains sympathetically.

I sigh and smooth my hair with my palm. "Look, you don't realize that, alright? I'll write him a heartfelt note assuring him that everything will be handled in his favor.

After I've removed his email from the "Woods Enterprises" website, I turn around and open my inbox. As I'm typing the email to him, my hands start to shake. I take great care to utilize the proper language and to write each word precisely. I reassure him that the interview will proceed according to his wishes and explain that Olivia Global only wants to speak with him briefly and ask him if he would be open to participating in a picture shoot for the feature. Before mailing, I add my signature and the name of the company I work for.

I bite on my fingers tensely as my stomach begins to turn, expecting for a prompt response from him.

The question "Did you send it?" Nate enquires as he hands me my stress ball to help me relax.

I hesitantly nodded while biting my lip.

"Move aside while I read it."

When he sits in my lap to read the email that was sent to Mr. Woods, I move out of the way and make a "unf" noise. Every syllable is scrutinized by his eyes, and when he is finished, he nods. "Squirt, you wrote this so well. Please refrain from feeling guilty or upset if he rejects it.

He falls on his arse as a result of my gaze and pushing him off my lap. You know he could say yes?

"However, what sets you apart from other interviewers? He is unfamiliar with you even.

"I don't know, look. Yet there is yet hope, alright? As though we were in a church, I encourage you to have some faith. Nate shakes his head and chuckles. Even if he rejects my request, I won't give up until he agrees to the interview. When my computer dings, I respond, "I don't care if I have to go down to see him- see who it is for me.

Nate nods before checking his latest email. Before noticing Nate grimace, I was going to continue my tirade at Robert. What is wrong, you ask?

He smiles sympathetically at me and tilts my computer screen in your way. I read the most recent email while holding my spectacles up to my nose.

Robert Woods; from. Isabella Jones, please.

Greetings, Ms. Jones.

I appreciate the offer, but I don't believe it will be necessary because I never conduct interviews. If you try to email me again, I'll file a restraining order against you, so stop doing it.

Hello, Ms. Jones.

Woods Robert.

By the end of the letter, my eyes are wide as I gape in disbelief at the computer. like what the fuck, really. Do you truly want to file a restraining order? He turning down my offer made me mad, perplexed, and just a little bit sad.

Guess you'll have to visit his office and speak with him directly now, huh? Nate says, grinning.

I turn around and shake my head as I stare at him. I scream, "He said he'll frecking file a restraining order against me!" And when I ask to speak with him, he doesn't even listen to me.

Nate suddenly gives me a cheek slap. I exhale and grab my cheek as I stare at him in disbelief. He gasps as he wipes his cheek after I slap him back.

"Ow," he whimpers. You little bitch, I was going to give one of those lectures you see in movies."

I whimper, scratching my cheek, "Well sorry but it hurt you prick."

He grunts, "Ugh whatever," and then rises to his feet. He glares at me and says, "As I was going to say before I was rudely slapped, don't give up, at least not this easy."

"What should I do?" you ask. I sobbed.

"After I dress you up, you're going to waltz down to Woods Enterprises looking hot as fuck. Then, Nate grins, "you're going to go up to his office and tell his secretary that you have an appointment with him.

"She'll ask for my name, check it as soon as I say it, and see that my name isn't there. Then she'll tell Robert, who will recognize me right away and likely send security to get me." I moan and squeeze my stress ball even tighter.

You stupid, don't say your name because of it. He averts his gaze. "Just follow my advice and put your faith in me, okay?"

I contemplate if I should be doing this while biting my lip. I'm somewhat afraid of what he'll do and what he'll do to me if he finds out it's me and has security accompany me or whatever. That would be very embarrassing.

Nate coos, "Hey." You'll be okay. I swear. Come on, you're not afraid to take a risk.

I sigh and wipe my face with my palm. I don't fear anything or anyone, he's right. I always battle for what I want, and I will do so if it means getting Robert Woods to speak with Olivia Global. "Okay, what's the strategy?"

When the female in the cubicle next to ours starts acting strangely toward us, Nate squeals like a little schoolgirl and straightens himself out. Oh my goodness, I do feel bad for her. She quickly exits her cubicle after grabbing her suitcase.

Nate chuckles as he settles into his chair. Okay, let's discuss what will happen when you visit Robert's office tomorrow.