Little Nerdy Nightmare

Chapter 14

Both of us turn to see a pair of green eyes carefully studying us.

How long has he been standing there?

"S-sir, I'm sorry, I didn't see you come." The security man immediately falls back into the right manner his own eyes and body trembling from fear.

Rory begins to walk towards where we are and I can't help but notice he is looking really handsome this morning.

Did I just think that?

"Tell me something, Robert, is this how you treat everyone that wants to go inside?" He demands angrily but in a calm voice.

"No, sir, she was asking to see you and I thought-"

Rory sighs, stuffing his hands into the pocket of his trousers, before looking up at the man he is dealing with. "Just another stupid excuse for your incompetence, I won't take this, at least not in my company"

I still where I stand listening to them, his company? Isn't Bill Gate's company being managed by his son?

"I'm sorry, sir." The guard lowers his head in shame, knowing he's at fault. "it'll never happen again."

"I pray it doesn't." He answers with a snort, "Then I won't think twice about firing you."

The security man walks away and I'm left, standing silently with Rory.

"Come with me." He says, taking my hand and guiding me into the tall, big and beautiful building.

Something about him holding my hand feels intimate; his hands are soft compared to the time he'd held me.

I wonder how his hands would feel on other parts of my body.

Did I just think that?

The inside is also busy, but that doesn't stop the staff from staring at us-me. I feel nervous having a lot of people looking at me, but when I feel Rory's hand tightens around mine, the tingling of fear vanishes. I see some workers glaring at me, others look at me with disdain and others with a frown, but I meet all their gazes with a plain face.

Rory approaches a lady on her desk and the lady quickly straightens up. "I haven't gotten my coffee yet Lucy, did Cynthia die or something?" His voice makes it clear who the boss is.

"Cynthia called three minutes ago while you were out she says she is very ill today," Lucy answers formally.

Rory hiss' in annoyance, "That's just another excuse for incompetence." My eyes and Lucy's furrow, clearly lacking clarity of what he's saying. "If she isn't better by tomorrow, we might as well find a new place to get coffee."

That's rather mean. I want to say, but I don't.

After what seemed like forever, we finally enter a room I figure is his office and he lets go of my hand and moves to his desk. Rubbing his thumb between his brows, he leans against his desk and I can tell he is in deep thought.

I'm silently singing Rihanna's 'what now' in my head.

I don't even realise he moved back until I see him standing in front of me, and suddenly the memories of the night he saved me watched over me and it brings me to the awareness that what he did less than 5 minutes ago was the same way he did three months ago.

The only question on my mind is why? I get insulted and talked down on all the time, not that I take it likely, but threatening to fire his staff because he was rude is still new to me.

"You're not hearing me are you?" I snap back into reality and notice Rory's intense gaze burning into mine. "You could have called me."

I don't have your number. I almost reply, but then I remember he must have texted me with his number last night.

"I'm used to it already." I shrug, not knowing how to answer his question.

"Well you shouldn't, no one has the right to be rude or worse call you names."

"No one but you, right?" I tell him flippantly meeting his soft and concerned eyes.

I don't mean to hit the nail on the head, but that's what I do.

"You're surely not going to let me forget that would you?" He asks, his eyes dropping in pain and moving back.

I smirk to myself, knowing he is not feeling good about his sins anymore. "It doesn't hurt Mr Gate and for future reference, I prefer being called a slut than a w***e hope you don't forget." I playfully remark with a grin.

Before I know it, he grabs me by the arm making my stomach curl up in a panic and my mouth open as I look at him in fear.

Way to go, Tay, you have stepped on the wrong wires, now prepare to get burnt.

His breath hit my neck, sending shivers down my spine, and I don't want him to let go. "You're not a w***e, and neither should you be okay with being called a slut."

He let go of my arm to cup my face in his huge hands.

I feel incredibly small right now.

"I'm sorry I called you that, I had no right to and I hope you can forgive me someday."

I feel breathless as he said those words and he let go of my face. I blink a few times and compose my trembling self, certainly not willing to give him the wrong impression. I can handle cases like this, I have handled cases like this in the past, haven't I?

No.

"Paris asked me to come over and collect something?" I begin awkwardly because I don't know what it is I should be getting.

He shifts uncomfortably where he is when I say this and he seems to understand the reason for my visit.

You're not expecting a visit from me, are you?

"For a moment I thought you came to visit me." He tells me in half humour, half-truth.

So you are!

"Why would I do that? We are barely friends."

"You didn't get my text did you?" His eyes narrow at me in an inspecting manner.

"No?" I lie, but he knows better 'cause he smirks.

"You've never been good at lying have you?"

Oh, you have no idea how good I am.

"How did you get my number?" I ask instead.

His face breaks into a loose smile. "Let's say I hacked into the ACH file book last night, I have to admit it wasn't that hard to get since your name was the first I saw." He admits. "I always get what I want."

"That's supposed to be illegal!" I can't believe he went through all that for just my number, but then again he wouldn't have gotten it if he decided to ask me or Paris.

"Who's gonna tell? Besides, you owe me."

He stretches his right hand and shows me the little bandage on it.

"My hand still hurts you know."

"It wouldn't if you didn't choose to be a jerk last night," I mumble, he hears it, but instead of getting angry like he normally does, his smile widens bringing his deep dimple n display.

Damn those dimples.

"And you were the viper that stroke the jerk weren't you?" He teases, strolling towards me. "Well you're right, so I'm not going to demand payment. I'll just have to let it go."

Now that's weird, is he bipolar or something?

"Why are you being nice? Last night you were willing to bite my head off."

His smile dies off in an instant and he moves to his seat. "I don't know." He sighs deeply, "You kind of left me stranded three months ago."

"So this is your way of getting even?" I raise my brow at him.

He nods in admission.

"You called me rude and rebellious, weak and vulnerable." I vehemently argue my point with him.

"You know I'm right, but you'll never admit that."

He's right I wouldn't. "There's a reason."

"You're even more beautiful in glasses you know." He complements out of nowhere.

That caught me off guard.

My cheek glows red and I cover my face in embarrassment, I can't believe this is happening to me while he's watching.

Complement should not have this effect on you Taylor.

I peek at him from between my palm, not knowing how to reply to him. "Looks like I said something I shouldn't." He states pressing his lip together into a thin line.

"Yea you did."

"I don't want you to be uncomfortable around me Miss Snowfall, that's why I'm putting in so much effort." He resumes in a more business manner. "I noticed my first impression wasn't the best, but I want to be able to have an understanding with you."

"What kind of understanding?" I can't help but ask.

"A mutual understanding." He replies briskly. "You take a seat and let's get down to why you're here."

I do as he says. "Paris asked you to do what?" He prompts as soon as I sit.

"Collect something you wanted to give her."

He groans immediately, "I told her we were to go out together and get the engagement ring, what was she thinking, sending you over?"

He mumbles to himself, rubbing his temple.

Then he looks at me. "Well, we'll need to go get an engagement ring then since Paris sent you over." Something in his eyes feels withdrawn as he says this, maybe he isn't really happy getting married to Paris.

"Sucks doesn't it? Getting married to someone you hardly know." The words run out of my mouth before I can stop myself.

Sometimes I wonder how I've survived all these years with a mouth as big as mine.

"Miss Snowfall?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean-." I begin to apologize, but he cut me off.

"You're right it sucks, but it is a decision only the brave can make."

I remember his quote from the book A Little Of Everything, but it seems he kind of mixed the whole thing.

So I ask, "Isn't love the decision only the brave can make?"

He stands up and straightens his suit, then moves to my seat. "Well, Ms Snowfall love is a luxury that people like me can't afford." He tells me and stretches his hand towards me, I take it and together we exit the room.