Brinley's POV
Friday, March 22nd, 2015
Since Mr. Malik's little pissy fit, he has generally been in a good mood. Today has been uneventful I went through papers, made him coffee, and scheduled his meetings. I ate lunch with Harry, Louis, and Rose. Which of course involved some type of argument between Louis and Harry.
"Is their anything else you need before I leave?" I asked whilst packing my bag.
"I just need to get these damn files sorted. Do you mind coming over to my apartment to help me finish the rest?" He asked jesturing to the massive pile of files left.
"Uh... I suppose so." I stammered nervously.
The man does pay me for some reason.
"Thank you Ms. Kaye, I'll see you tonight at 6 o'clock. " He said handing me a scrap of paper that had his address scrawled across it.
"Yes sir, I'll see you then." I said nervously.
"Laters, baby." He said making my flush instantly.
What the hell?
I quickly left with my bag over my shoulder and a box of files in my arms. I struggled hitting the elevator button with the awkward shaped box.
"Let me get that." Said a familiar British voice.
"Oh, thank you." I said smiling at him.
"Down right?" Asked Harry.
"Yes." I replied as I stepped into the elevator.
The ride down was quiet he didn't say much.
"Do you live nearby? I wouldn't mind walking you home." He said making my stomach flip inside out.
"Just a couple blocks away on Downing Street, its not far I'll be fine." I said assuring him.
"I live at the end of Downing!" He said excitedly.
"It's a great neighborhood." I stated.
"Yes, it is. Now I'll have to walk you." He said agreeing.
"That's sweet you really don't have too." I replied making him sigh.
"It's right on my way, it's really no big deal." He insisted making my cheeks flush.
"Okay,whatever." I said relenting.
Then I noticed his evergreen eyes, his jawline, and long thick tousled hair. He certainly was fine looking.
After walking for about 10 minutes we reached my apartment building. I led him up the rickety stairs to my tiny apartment. I pulled the keys from my bag and fumbled with them as I tried to open the door. After taking what felt like another ten minutes to open the door I finally got it.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked him politely.
"That would be lovely." He replied while looking around my quaint apartment.
"Water?" I asked grabbing a tall glass from the crooked cabinet.
"Please." He said looking along my slightly dusty bookshelves.
"Have you read all of these?" He asked as he picked up different copies.
"Yes." I answered handing him the cool glass of ice water.
"Every single one?" He asked with a surprised expression written on his face.
"Yep, I guess I'm what you'd call a book nerd." I said laughing softly making him chuckle.
"No you're just curious." He said picking up my worn copy Copper Sun.
I looked at the clock, it was getting closer to 6, and Harry was still here.
We continued making awkward small talk.
"I'm really sorry Harry but Mr. Malik wanted me to sort through these files and stuff." I finally said apologetically.
"Oh, yeah I'll just go but-" He said setting his now half empty glass on the counter.
"I'm sorry, I'll see you at work though." I said interrupting him.
"I wasn't finished talking love, I will leave if you promise to go to dinner with me." He said smirking.
"A date?" I asked blushing furiously.
"Yes, I suppose so." He said laughing softly at my reaction.
"Okay, when and where?" I asked biting my chapped lip.
"I'll text you the details." He said walking towards my front door.
"Okay, thank you for all the help with the boxes." I said about to close the door.
"Sweetheart, i'll need your number." He said shoving hid foot in the door.
"Oh yeah." I said awkwardly taking his phone and putting his number in.
I'm so stupid...
"I'll see you tomorrow." He said waving.
"Okay, bye." I said closing the door and trying to get ready.
I brushed out my wavy hair, applied a little bit of make up, and I freshened up with some perfume, Paris Amor,which I swear by. I looked once more in the mirror. I looked like shit, but I don't have time to fix my hot mess. I grabbed my bag and the box of files. It was beginning to get darker and colder outside. I haled the nearest cab and climbed in and handed him the piece of paper with his address scrawled on it.
***
His apartment was huge compared to my tiny apartment. The whole street was full of glamorous houses and extravagant apartment. I sat down the box of files and rang his doorbell nervously. I heard it echo throughout the apartment. I was a couple minutes early, hopefully he wouldn't mind.
"Just a moment!" I heard him call out from inside.
Moments later the door opened and a very hot wet Mr Malik was at the door. His dark hair was dripping wet like he'd just gotten out of the shower and his skin glistened. He wore dark skinny jeans and a black tank top. It was so strange not seeing him in his usual work clothes.
"You are early." He stated taking a long look at me.
"Sorry, I just didn't want to be late." I explained timidly.
"Better early than late." He said letting me in.
It was even bigger inside. The walls were painted a soft gray and crown molding lined the edges of the wall. Photography and painted canvases littered the walls.
"Yes I guess so." I replied after looking around.
"Let me get that." He said grabbing the heavy box of files.
He led me into his large kitchen and placed the files on the breakfast bar.
"Would you like a drink?" he asked from behind the bar.
"Yes,please." I replied quietly.
"Red or white?" He asked holding up two bottles of wine.
"Surprise me." I said cavalierly.
He poured himself and I a glass of some fancy red wine and handed me the cool stemmed glass.
"Thank you." I replied before sipping from my glass.
"You are very welcome." He said licking his moist lips.
"Oh my god this is delicious." I stated amazed at the taste.
"It's straight from a small vineyard in Italy." He explained as I continued draining the glass.
"So should we get started?" I asked redirecting his attention.
"Yes, of course." He said sitting next to me by the breakfast bar.
***
Files after file we sorted for hours. The more files that we sorted, the closer he got. I felt his lingering eyes on me at all times. His breath was slow and husky, and when he spoke his voice was raspy.
"I have to go to the restroom." I said giggling and jumping up.
I really shouldn't have had so much wine.
"It's at the end of the hallway." He said pointing towards the back of his apartment.
The hallway was dimly lit and I noticed the numerous art pieces lining the walls. There was two doors at the end of the hallway. I twisted the knob to the door to left, praying it was the restroom. With my luck of course it wasn't. I was utterly embarrassed that I'd walked into his room.
"Wrong room sweetheart." He said spooking me.
"I'm sorry sir I thought it was-." I stammered awkwardly.
Sweetheart?
"Why did you call me that? It's not very professional." I said causing his demeanor to darken.
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Hope you liked it! -Dee xx

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