Chapter 3

Third Person's POV.

Around 9 in the evening,  a blue Mercedes Benz parked on the underground parking lot.  It's driver, Nicholai Stalin is a young  Spanish bachelor and one of the best lawyer  around New York City. Nicholai stepped out of his car holding a briefcase in his left hand while talking someone on his phone using his free hand. Walking his way to the elevator, he saw a blonde girl struggling taking out boxes from her car.  Being the self proclaimed gentleman he is, he put his phone on his slack's pocket and  went to the girl to help.

"Excuse me nice ass, do you need a hand?"

When the blonde girl holding a brown box  faced Nicholai, hazel eyes met him. " Oh thank gods, please! " she said handling him the box she's holding.  A little bit surprised of the girl's eyes and action, he took the box she's handling to him.

Though he was more surprised when the girl suddenly took the briefcase he's holding saying, " I'll take this one and you take my boxes" and grinned like a mad chick.

Being the self proclaimed gentleman he is, he towered the three boxes. "Seems heavier for just books. What do you have here inside these boxes?" Nicholai asked while they were walking to the elevator.

The girl beside him chuckled and tapped the 3rd floor . "Just a few of my gadgets Mr. Lawyer." He just smirked in response.

When the elevator stopped at the 3rd floor, they both stepped out and walked a little. Though Nicholai's eyes were fixed to the blonde girl's ass that's walking before him. 

Minute later, they stopped at the 101th room. "Your room I presume?" Nicholai asked after checking the girl out from bottom to the blonde girl's face.

"Mmm" the girl said nodding not minding the fact that he just checked her out. She slid her card to the door and it automatically opened. "I'm good here, thanks a lot Mr. Lawyer. "

Sensing that the blonde girl won't let him in, he put the boxes down the floor and reached for his briefcase that the girl hands to him. "Nicholai,"

The blonde girl caught quickly and just smiled, "Pauline, "

He smirked, sliding his free hand to his trouser's pocket, " Well, goodnight Pauline."  and off he go.

When the elevator stopped at the 3rd floor, Nicholai stepped out and went to his own door, room 100. After stripping his clothes, he went to his bathroom and started the shower, fixing the right temperature to the way he wanted it.

While the water runs down his back, his mind plays back to the blonde girl that he had encountered just a moment ago.

"nice ass blonde."