Chapter 2: Mr. Woods (2)

-Next Morning-

Glancing at my watch I nearly choked in my coffee, realizing I was running late for my first class. Deciding to start moving instead of freaking out I stopped when I heard the doorbell ring. On top of my early morning freak-out, someone also decided to pay me a visit. Cursing loudly as I walked down the hallway and opened the door, stepping back when I was greeted by a tall, dark-haired male who looked amazing in his black suit. I frowned when I saw him press his lips to a tight line. He didn't seem too pleased with me if anything he looked furious. I didn't understand his attitude though because I had never met his guy before, what did he have to be angry about? He must have noticed how confused I was because he averted his gaze while he pointed at my chest.

"Your neon pink bra is showing."

Glancing down I felt like dying of embarrassment noticing my top was pushed down, revealing my push-up bra. Clearing my throat I quickly pulled my top back up, trying to cover up though the guy had pretty much seen it all now. At least he saved me from embarrassing myself in public because without him I probably would have left the apartment like that flashing everyone.

"I was in a rush this morning." I stood firmly in my flats and titled my head, "Thanks for letting me know. Can I help you? I actually have somewhere to go-"

"You're not making your first class." He folded his arms across his chest, "We need to discuss what happened last night during your shift."

There was no doubt about it, this guy knew what happened in the parking lot last night. His impassive face gave nothing away but I was smart enough to put one and one together. He didn't look like the pathetic guys from last night, so it made me wonder what his ties were to the club. As I let my eyes wander from head to toe I felt more and more nervous. This guy's probably cost a fortune, his shoes looked like they were brand new and the watch on his wrist, I hoped no one ever told me the price of that piece of accessory. Meeting his gaze again I couldn't help but to sucked into the bright pools of blue. His eyes, they were the most gorgeous blue eyes I had ever seen.

"What do you want to talk about?" I asked after realizing I had been ogling this guy shamelessly.

"As the guy who owns the club, you're working on I think the two of us have lots to discuss, Emily."

I almost tripped over my own feet, but he quickly grabbed my arm to steady me. He closed the door behind him and finally released my arm. At that moment I realized that I was holding my breath. I exhaled and felt all the tension leave my body. He pretended not to notice and walked past me, entering the living room as if he owned the place. Turning on his heels he threw me an expectant look. I stepped closer to him, folding my arms across my chest.

"If you're getting sued because of me you're probably the owner."

I walked around him and tried to look him in the eyes but failed because I just flashed my bra to my boss's boss. That was the most amazing first meeting, ever. This guy looked like he stepped right out of a magazine and here I was standing before him in my skinny jeans and tank top. Not to mention he knew what was underneath it. I couldn't keep staring at him, it would make him think I was a fool.

"You're that guy."

"Yes, I'm that guy." He sounded bemused.

I sat down on the couch, afraid I might trip over my own feet again because of the shock that the owner was standing in my living room. Brandon was right about him though, the look he gave me was like he was looking down on me. Everything about him screamed arrogance to me.

"I did what I had to do to survive, Mr. Woods. They cornered me in the parking lot and weren't backing off even though I asked. There is no way they can make a case out of this. No way a judge in his right mind would-"

He held up his hand, stopping my babbling, "I know, I've seen the tapes. It doesn't matter if they can or cannot make a case. If the press finds out it will become a problem for me."

"So what do you suggest we do, Mr. Woods?"

"My lawyer handled it. We're settling to make sure this stays away from the press."

"You're settling?!" I stood up, stepping closer to him, "They were harassing me! They shouldn't get away with this!"

Mr. Woods lifted an eyebrow at me, "So you do admit that they were wrong and should pay for what they have done?" He dropped his hands to his side, "With you keeping quiet about what happened last night I assumed you were going to let them get away with it."

I was letting them get away with it because I had never been so scared in my life before. At that moment I was just lucky for the guys to be so drunk. If they had been sober I wouldn't have escaped without a scratch I was sure of that.

"I was in shock." I stepped back, feeling intimidated by him hovering over me with that mocking look in his eyes, "I just wanted to go home and forget that it ever happened."

He stared at me, a full minute we were both quiet and just observed each other. My eyes wandered over his body and I actually started to wonder what he looked like under his expensive looking suit. The tightness around his shoulders indicated that he did have a good body. I met his eyes and blushed, the knowing look in his eyes told me that he caught me ogling him.

"We have proof of them attacking you in the parking lot. That was enough for them to keep quiet while they agreed they should compensate you."

"They're compensating me for their behavior? I'm not in trouble, am I? I mean I didn't mean for that to happen. I knew it was going to be a problem yet I kept quiet, not wanting anyone to find out because I was scared and embarrassed and-"

He turned around, his look of disapproval shutting me up, "Do you always jump to conclusions, talk really loud and fast without taking a breath once?"

"Only when I'm stressed."

An actual smirk spread across his face. I tilted my head and observed his face, he looked even more handsome than before. I wrapped my arms around myself and tried to look past his looks. He still didn't tell me why the hell he showed up at my apartment if he wasn't going to get sued because of me or fire me. He was the reason why I missed my first class and he didn't seem to care either. This man was not the type of man I should be attracted to. It would never end well.

"You should stop doing that, it's getting on my nerves." He grabbed his phone and focused on his display instead, "I need you to sign some documents at the office. Since you're already late I assume it's not a problem if we leave now?"

"Wait...What?"

"My driver is waiting outside for us, he'll take us to my office."

My phone started vibrating in my bag, I remembered that Brandon told me he'd call me in the morning. I probably missed a lot of phone calls already. He must be worried sick. I held up my finger when Mr. Woods wanted to say something and quickly walked to the couch, grabbing my phone out of my bag and answering it.

"Hey, Brandon. Sorry, I answered so late. I know you must be worried, but I'm okay. I have to go, I can't talk to you right now, I have an important meeting. I'll call you back later, I promise. Bye."

I ended the call and blinked when I saw the impatient look on Mr. Woods's face. I started to think that he just couldn't have any other emotion than anger. He was so good at expressing his anger too.

"If you're quite finished we have an important meeting in fifteen minutes."

He was mocking me again, and that smirk once again made its appearance. I grabbed my jacket, shrugged it on and reached for my bag. I followed Mr. Woods down the hallway and out of the house. I made sure to lock the door and turned on my heels only to have my breath taken away by the sleek black car awaiting us. Mr. Woods held the door open and gestured for me to get in. I didn't want to make him wait any longer and quickly climbed in. He got in after me. The minute he got comfortable in his seat his phone started ringing and he started having long conversations with several people about his business. From that moment I realized that Mr. Woods was actually the owner of multiple nightclubs across town.

I started picking at the hem of my top and shot a glance at Mr. Woods, a blush spreading across my face when he met my gaze. He was looking right at me with that same look he had in the living room. I could be wrong but somehow I felt like Mr. Woods was checking me out, the same way I checked him out before. What was even stranger was the look of appreciation that flashed through his piercing blue eyes. Did he like what he saw? I averted my gaze, telling myself that I was imagining things right now. There was no way in hell a guy like Mr. Woods was attracted to a loud-mouthed college girl who worked at one of his nightclubs.