Undeniable Sense of Attraction – By: DorkExpress

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How We Met

"Hey, you there," someone calls from behind me.

I turned around to see a very handsome man standing casually wearing a brown shirt that accented his exquisite tan and worn out blue jeans.

"Yes?" I answered politely, even though his voice rang with authority he obviously didn't have.

Customers do that all the time these days. They have no manners whatsoever.

"Tell Caroline Chris is here." Talk about being rude!

"Yeah, sure," I replied curtly. I went to the back but noticed from the corner of my eye that the snobby guy was looking at me with disapproval. Probably didn't like the way I dressed.

I shrugged. Whatever. I liked the way I dressed, so why would he care? Yes, I own part of a very successful, chic and elegant boutique, but I'm anything but elegant orchic. That isn't my style.

Let me tell you what my style is. I'm simple and absolutely not girly. I prefer comfort over anything. And I don't own anything pink or red or any pastel colors of any kind. My color palette consists of: blue, brown, black, grey, white and anything in between those colors. I own nothing lighter than that and I'm fine with it.

"Caroline," I knocked on her door.

"Come in," she called.

"There's a guy, Chris, I think, waiting for you in the front."

"Oh, okay. Thanks" She said barely looking up from the computer screen.

"She'll be right with you." I told the snob sitting in the waiting looking quite bored. He didn't respond, so I just turned. I leaned over the counter to search for Alicia.

Ah, there she is. "Alicia, I'm off to lunch. Cover for me while I'm gone, okay?"

"Yeah, sure boss lady." She winked and went back doing what she was doing. I was going to leave but I bumped into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't…" my apology was cut short by the guy who was waiting for Caroline. Alex?

"Don't you have to tell Caroline that you're taking your lunch break?" he asked me with a tone of voice that was both annoying and scary at the same time. But, for a moment, I was confused. Was he talking to me? I mean, yes, he's looking at me, but why would he ask me that? Why would Caroline care where or when I go to lunch in the first place?

"Excuse me?" I asked politely. Again, as I said before, we had to be nice to customers. You would really be surprised of how people come here. Some girls come in spitting fire and others come in and are a total wreck. I noticed these since I'm on the floor – interacting with bitchy and mellow customers – since Caroline is busy making her wedding arrangements go according to her liking. And if anything went wrong she went Bridezilla on them.

I felt sorry for her wedding planner.

No matter who this guy thought he was, I wasn't about to back down without saying anything.

"Why in the world would Caroline care where the hell I run off to?" I told the snobby-handsome guy.

He snorted. "Umm… Well, maybe because she's your boss?" He said in a sarcastic tone that you could just tell he had from birth.

"Dude, I don't know who you think you're talking to right now, but, I'm going to forget you're being rude and obnoxious and just leave for lunch before you make me late."

I left him there feeling stupid and without giving him the last word.

I went to lunch and met Will at our usual spot. I told him all about the random guy, Mr. Snob, I called him. It has a nice ring to it.

Okay, so I'm not good with names, so sue me!

But, man, that Caroline sure knew hot to pick out her friends.

I went back to the boutique and into my office to grab some papers and I had to talk to Caroline about the guy who wanted to buy her share. Will said he was interested, so, I wanted to talk to her about it before she made any legal arrangements.

"Caroline," I walked into her office and dropped my papers. When I bent down to pick them up, I heard a snort. My spine went rigid; the snob was still here. How I knew, I don't know, but that snort was very 'him', you can say.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I'll just come back later." I said, but she halted me.

"No, Sam. I want you to meet Chris. Christopher Harrington."

I looked over to the snob smirking. "Yeah… I've had the pleasure already," I replied so sarcastically that I couldn't resist smiling sweetly at him.

Chris just looked at me with narrowed espresso colored eyes and if looks could kill, I would have already dropped to the floor and turned into dust.

Oh. So scary, I'm shaking! Yeah, right!

"Oh. Okay, well, Chris is interested in buying my part of the store." Caroline said oblivious to our little glare exchange.

"H-he is?" I stuttered. No. No way. Why him? Of all the people, why him? Caroline got a phone call and left the room without even a thought if I would be alive with this guy looking at me the way he was.

"Yeah, I am. And once I do," he took a step towards me, "When I do, you'll be out of a job." He hissed at me, his jaw as chiseled as a statues'.

Wow! How much of a jerk can this guy be? "I'm sorry," I said as sweetly as I could. "I don't think we've been properly introduced."

"Yes, we have. You're the unfit employee who will be the first to be thrown out of here once I sign the papers Caroline's ganna bring in a few minutes."

I smiled, "Oh, really?" Hah. This guy has no clue who I was! Making this guys life a pain was fun! Who would have thought?

"Yes, really," He spat at me thought clenched teeth. I guess he isn't having as much fun as I am. I shrugged and left a very irritate Chris by himself. Again.

I was in my office, facing the window, deep in thought, and you could only see the top of my head if you came in through the door. So I guess the gentle, and not to mention, polite voice coming from the doorway.

"Hello, I don't mean to barge in like this, but I told that this was Samantha Rodriguez's office and I just wanted to…" I turned in my chair to face my new colleague.

When I saw his surprise in his face, I couldn't help but smile, that expression looked perfect on his handsome face.

"Wh-what are you doing here? Isn't this Samantha Rodriguez's office?" the confusion and surprise was swept away from his handsomely snobbish features and annoyance and supremacy replaced them in a blink of an eye. Not to mention irritation.

I smiled just hearing him stutter and seeing the irritation on his face made me grin even wider!

I stood up and looked at him in the eye, "Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Samantha Rodriguez. But, most people call me Sam."

"B-but aren't you an employee?"

"No."

He visually composed himself again; he stood straighter, and put an "I-don't-care" face. "Well, you could have fooled me. No one would have known that the co-owner of such a chic store would dress… like you."

Oh. No. He. Didn't.

"How much for your half?" he asked sitting across from me.

"I'm not selling." My face was blank of emotion. I won't sell him my half, not to a snobby know it all like him!

"Aww… don't give me that, how much?" He pressed again, his voice sweet and tempting. I went to the door and opened it wider.

"As I said before Mr. Harrington, I am not selling anything, so there is no reason for you to keep insisting as if I were." See, I can be snooty too!

He got up and walked towards the door… good, he was getting the message. But, he stood in front of me; a predatory glint in his eyes.

"Oh, come on, Samantha," he purred delicately in my ear, "Why don't we have a drink over at my place and talk this through?" He said brushing my hair back.

I smiled.

A playboy, huh, I should have guessed. No wonder he looked so good and had a cocky air to him.

He took my smile as an invitation and pressed his hard body to mine. I could feel the heat radiating from his chest, his even heartbeats and his breath on the nape of my neck.

"So what do you say Samantha?" He asked me in a husky tone.

"I say you better back off before I bruise your family jewels."

He backed up and looked at me with wide eyes and then his cool demeanor returned.

"And, I'm not selling."

He smirked. "Huh. What a prude." He said taking a once over at me again, "Who would go out with such a sloppy girl like you? You're all covered up and unattractive. You should have jumped at the chance to sleep with me." He said in his cocky tone that I now officially hated.

"Well, not all women are sluts," I said sweetly.

"Yeah, right, whatever you say, Grandma."

Oh, gosh. It was going to be hell having him around, I can already tell.

*~~ Undeniable Sense of Attraction ~~*

A/N: Well? What did you think? I simply edited a few words and spell checked. This one's pretty much easy, but I think I need to get crackin on those other chapters… until then, I hope you read my other story. Click the button and tell me what you think!

-DorkExpress