Beautiful

Zia’s pov

After the disappointing interview, I decided to walk home to clear my head and get a new rush of energy to continue looking for a job the following day. However, my mind was occupied by the events of today and specifically the handsome, Jason. Who knew that even rich handsome guys could be cheated on? I couldn’t help but think that he might have liked me because of the way he looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the room and his smile, his smile was one exquisite one, so refreshing. But, he most definitely was trying to lure me like all the other girls after him. I hadn’t realized how long I had been walking when I noticed I had reached my apartment. I changed into my tiny favorite red shorts and an oversized t-shirt, and took a glass of juice as I switched on my TV to binge-watch my favorite comedy show, ‘The Big Bang’. I was in the middle of watching Sheldon’s antics with Penny and Leonard as I waited for the pizza I had ordered a few minutes ago. Then I heard a knock. I stood up to open the door hoping it was the pizza delivery guy only to find him.

Mr. Jason Maslow stood at my doorstep, looking as handsome as ever, with his hair disheveled like he had run his hand over it over and over. To say I was surprised to see him there was an understatement. What could he possibly want in my apartment with red flowers at hand? How did he know where I lived? Stupid me, from my CV. His eyes were focused on my lower body then the realization hit me, I was in my home shorts that left nothing to the imagination, I was feeling uncomfortable under his piercing gaze and I ran back into the apartment leaving him perplexed at the doorstep to change into something more presentable.

When I came back I expected to find him gone but he stood there calmly waiting. I was still staring at him when he said, “Zia aren’t you going to invite me in?” shoot! He had caught me staring. I replied shakily, “sorry, please do come in”, as I excused myself from the doorway to allow him to get into my apartment with his tall, muscular figure making it look like a doll’s house. As he passed me, he said, “I liked the shorts better.” Huge bastard! He had to make me feel more uncomfortable. He looked around my apartment with admiration or probably wondering how a small apartment such as mine would be home for anyone considering he lived in a large mansion. He finally took a seat and took the remote and pressed play, he continued watching the show and even laughed at the jokes and feeling at home when he realized I was staring at him and he said, “this is one of my favorite shows, I did not know we have so much in common. Here, these are for you.” He said handing me the roses. I took them, inhaling their scent and put them in a vase, and said, “Thank you?” More like a question than a statement. What was wrong with me? He might be thinking I am ungrateful.

“Mr. Jason, what brings you here?” I blurted out. He looked at me smiling and said, “I am sorry to come unannounced, but I had to. I wanted to come and apologize in person for the interview today. I want us to start our work relationship on the right footing.”

“You didn’t have to, Mr. Jason. You owe me no explanation. Things like that happen all the time. Does that mean you are giving me the job?” I replied.

“Please drop the ' Mr. Jason' name, you are making me feel old. You can call me Jason, Jay, or any other pet name you have for me,” he replied chuckling. “and yes, I am giving you the job, you deserve it, and more. You start on Monday.”

“Oh my! Thank you so much, sir. I will not disappoint you.” I say happily jumping that I wanted to hug him but held myself back as that wouldn’t be professional. I think he noticed I wanted to hug him because his expression turned to disappointment when I didn’t. To mask my embarrassment, I asked, “can I offer you anything, sir, sorry, Jason?”

“Nothing really, but can you just sit down here with me and watch this show with me, please?”

I took a seat next to him cautiously and watched the show together. Three hours later we were sitting so close that I could feel his breath on my ear and his hand across to my shoulder like his arm belonged there and I, there with him. When the realization hit me, that I was sitting cozily with my new boss, I started to distance myself from him but he noticed and continued moving closer to me. He stopped when I said, “We shouldn’t sit so close together, you are my boss.”

He laughed and replied, “you just realized that now, Zia? I want to be close to you and now that I have seen just how much I like your company, I am addicted and you are not going to get rid of me so easily, beautiful Zia.”

He stood up, straightened his trousers and started walking to the door, and said, “ won’t you see me off, my beautiful Zia?”

I followed him to the door. He gave me his hand to say goodbye. When I gave him mine he pulled me into his embrace, hugged me, and said, “ I will see you on Monday at work.” I was so flustered by his hug that I could not form any words so I just nodded and he left, leaving me engulfed by his manly cologne and feeling all jittery and warm.

Oh my God, he called me beautiful, twice and he is addicted to my company. I think my hot boss is attracted to me.