3. HURT

SIENNA'S POV :

Today I woke early so that I do not have to rush to office like yesterday. I dressed formal and here I stood at the front of the marvellous building, ten minutes before. I even brought his coffee from Starbucks. He had texted me yesterday.

I flashed a grin encouraging myself to do well on my second day. I am sure I'll prove myself to Tristan today. I blushed realizing that this is the first time I said his name. It sent shivers of pleasure down my body. Silly me! He's your boss!

I went inside expecting the office to be just like yesterday. Just as I entered the people looked at me and started gossiping among themselves. Is something wrong in the company?

I hurried off towards the elevator which was about to close. I breathed a sigh of relief as I entered. And then I heard something which made me stiffen. Two women.

"Isn't she the one who was looing at Mr. Ellison's body during a meeting?" one said.

I looked down tears pricking my eyes.

"Desperate people can do anything. They want money and sex. They can sell their body for anything."

"She should be fired. Such sluts do not do any work." And that was the only word which ignited my anger towards them.

I turned around a sweet smile on my face. "Ms. Hell and Ms. Shit whoever you are. Look at yourselves chatting about something instead of working. You are speaking as if you have never opened your legs for anyone. Are you a virgin Ms. Shit. Oh! Poor girl couldn't find anyone. Didn't you ever have sex? How could you ever get ideas like that? Don't you feel any shame in insulting a woman like this? You maybe think of trying to get in someone's pants. But there are some people who believe in working hard. And better not talk about my dressing sense when you yourself are dressing like a bitch showing off your non-existent cleavage." I finished my long speech not believing my own tongue.

How the hell did I say those? Was it really me?

"So you are saying that you are not trying to get in his pants?" that shameless woman said.

"You shameless idiot" WOW what am I saying "Do you have that fat of a skull to not get it. Well obviously if you spend your time bitching about others this is what happens. And seeing that you are getting ideas about getting in anyone's pants then I'm sure you have done the same thing that is why you think that everyone is like you. "

Once I finished my speech there was pin drop silence in the elevator. All eyes on me. Some in appreciation, some in shock, some in envy and very less in hate. Then all of them started clapping. I looked from one corner to other and got genuine smiles. I smiled back. I can fight for myself. And thinking that I wiped some tears which had leaked out. And then slowly all of them went out one by one. Some giving me smiles.

I entered my office giving Melissa a huge grin which she returned though a bit confusingly. Maybe she thought I'd be sad after hearing those rumours. I kept my bag and entered Tristan's office. I kept his coffee on the table and looked at the office. And before I realized I started daydreaming again.

I looked at the walls. These walls are so lucky.

"Hey!" I addressed the walls. Guys, I am not crazy. " You are so lucky. You get to see that handsome man everyday and also from morning to evening. I wish I could see his handsome face to my heart's content. Then probably I'll end up looking at his face for my entire life. I wish I could get a handsome guy like that who would love me." I leaned on his desk. A mental image of Tristan Ellison kissing my forehead made me smile or let's say blush.

A second after I saw him entering the room in a black crisp suit looking as dashing as ever. "What are you doing here?" Shit.

" I came here to keep your coffee."

"And then lean on my desk."

Realizing that I was still leaning I got up in a flash losing my balance in my extra long heels which I was not used to. I thought that a hand will be going around my waist hoisting me up but that never happened. I found myself landing on the floor. But doesn't this happen in romantic stories?

"Well what did you think that I'll catch if you fall down?" he chuckled. I did think that. My cheeks burning up silently confirming my thoughts.

"Do not dream such things. The only thing you can get here is work." He said coldly. His eyes showing no hint of kindness.

"Sir what should I do today?" I asked gritting my teeth.

Just like yesterday, without looking at me he gave me a file and some instructions. And that's bloody it. I also nodded and left the room.

He was so nice yesterday. He even defended me when he clearly knew that I was staring at his body. He helped me. Someone helped me for the first time except Jasmine. Then why was he so cold today? Was he really angry at me? Should I go and ask him the reason? that would be foolish of me.

I contemplated about it for a moment. I am a straight forward person and besides that why would a cold, emotionless person like him help me when I was clearly wrong? I should him this question. Then, at least I won't ponder over it for hours.

I sorted my work. The clock struck five and here ends my office. Now, I'll go and ask him for reasons. I couldn't stop thinking about him. It looks like the beautiful art on his face is imprinted in my brain. No matter what I look at every guy and start comparing him with this man.

Anyway I have to ask the question. Giving myself some encouragement I knocked on the door. I heard the faint come in.

I made my way in towards his desk. He asked as always without looking at me.

"Yes?"

"My work is done."

"Keep it on the desk."

"Okay." I kept it. And waited.

"Yes?" He asked again. Didn't he learn to speak full sentences. Everybody don't talk continuously like you. My self conscious taunted. God will you shut up?

"I wanted to ask you something."

"Hmm." Single word.

"Why did you defend me yesterday? You knew I was wrong. You saved me yesterday but you are your cold self today. Why? Why are you showing such mixed emotions." I asked slightly stomping my foot. At the end of my question I realized even I didn't know what I wanted to ask.

But maybe he got the slightest idea.

"There are no mixed emotions." Now I was confused.

"There are in fact no emotions." He said breaking my heart a bit. I looked down.

"What I did yesterday was not due to kindness to you. It was because I hated the woman who said it." He broke my heart a bit more than he had broken last time.

"You were wrong. And Refrain from looking at other's body. Do what you are here to do for." He said coldly breaking half of my heart.

"Me saving you yesterday was your good luck. You managed to do something to get bitched about by everyone in the first day." He said in the process of breaking the another half of my heart.

I started saying, "But I fought-".

"I'm not interested." He said interrupting me.

"And yes do not bring any sort of emotion about me with you. I hope the misunderstandings are clear." He said ending the topic. I waited again. I waited for him to look up from his desk at least once. Since I entered the room he didn't look up even once. He broke my heart without even putting his eyes on me. He never saw or rather never bothered to saw my face which was crumpling more and more after every line he said.

But, his eyes never lingered away from the paper on his desk. After a while, which was probably 3 or 4 minutes.

"Yes?" He started. His tone clearly stating that I wasn't needed in the room anymore.

I shook my head vigorously even though he couldn't see it. I turned and went out of his office.

Now I understood my question as well as his answer. What I wanted to know was whether he had some warmth in his heart for me? I thought he felt something for me because he helped me. His handsome looks had already made my heart beat crazy in front of him and his kindness just increased my fantasy. I realized that I had the tiniest crush on him. I was hurt that the results didn't come out as I had imagined it to be.

It wasn't a heartbreak. Only my heart felt a bit heavy because his words hurt those hopes I had built in me. Hope. Yes, just hope. Nothing else. I didn't shred tears just my eyes remained glassy. I hoped for something even though he had warned me not too. I was disappointed. I knew that I feel sad because my boss was handsome and not because of anything else. Right. Yeah Right.

I left the office thinking that I shouldn't build those fantasies types of hopes again and focus solely on my job. I had to prove myself worthy for it. If I'd be busy then I wouldn't think about him. Good idea. That man has to go out of my head. I kept chanting till I was on my bed ready to sleep.

Thinking this I drifted off in a sad slumber.