I straightened the lapel and smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles of my jacket.  My suit was stylishly cut, but the neutral beige didn't scream for attention. My red blouse was softly feminine, but it wasn't revealing.  I picked out this particular outfit, hoping it would make me feel professional. The only jewellery I wore was my tiny silver earrings and my silver watch. My hair was swept back into a neat bun with two drop curls at the front. 

I gripped the dark brown portfolio that contained my copied documents and took a deep breath. It has been two weeks since the accident, and I was completely healed. When I received a call on Friday from Whyatt asking me if I was fully recovered, I immediately told him 'yes'. He reminded me to copy the documents and bring them on Monday.  He'd said to come prepared to work, and I was ready. 

Ready as I'll ever be. 

 It was kind of strange that Whyatt said we could skip the interview because Wayland's Law was a very powerful law firm, but he said it wasn't necessary and that he'd seen all there is to see. 

Today, I started my first job as an official paralegal, and it's because I got hit by a moving vehicle. 

A probably should get hit by rich white men more often. 

I exited the elevator and entered the receptive area of Wayland's Law. The girl on reception was young, around my age. She smiled warmly at me, "Welcome to Wayland's Law. How may I assist?" Her badge said her name was Sue Pridemore. 

I returned her smile, "Hi, I'm Tatiana Miller. I'm Mr. Whyatt Wayland's new paralegal."

'Oh, yes, he's expecting you. He's actually two floors up." the girl said giving me another warm smile. "I'll tell Gerald you're coming up. Gerald is the receptionist up there. He'll direct you to Mr. Wayland."

"Oh, okay, thanks." I thanked her with a smile and returned to the elevator.  My face was burning as I waited by the elevator. When the doors opened, I maintained zero eyes contact with anyone in it, focusing one hundred per cent on the gradual ascent of the elevator to the fifteenth floor.

I stepped out onto the fifteenth floor. Gerald welcomed me with a smile, "You must be Tatiana. I'm Gerald. Sue told me to expect you. Come follow me." He immediately directed me to Whyatt's office. 

"Are you nervous?" 

I looked up at the blond man and smiled, "A little."

I was nervous. I wasn't even sure why. 

Whyatt Wayland was only human after all, capable of good, bad, and indifferent standards, just like anyone else.  He was nice enough to bring me to the hospital after his car hit me, but he didn't care enough to rescue my bicycle. Now, I have no mode of transportation. 

Not that a bicycle could have brought me to Manhattan this morning. I had to take the subway from Brooklyn. 

"Don't be. Whyatt is nice for the most part. Just do you work, and you'll be fine." 

I smiled at him, "Thank you, Gerald."

"Call me, Gerry, everyone does."

"Gerry, it is, and since we're on a pet name basis, you can call me Tatty."

He smiled, "Oh.. I like you already."

I chuckled, "I like you too."

We took a few more turns then Gerry spoke again, "This is it. I'll leave you to it." he turned around walking back in the direction we came. That was the moment I realized the sway in his hips. 

Was he?

I shook my head. 

It was none of my business if he was or was not. 

I know enough not to go around, making assumptions or judge people. 

I sighed and looked through the glass partition of the door.  The office was rectangular in shape furnished with a well-polished wooden desk, a chair behind it and then two other chairs. Behind the desk was a set of filing cabinets and some open shelves full of bulging files, books and other papers.

Whyatt was sitting behind his polished wooden desk with his eyes rooted on the papers in from of him. 

His suit was charcoal grey, sleek and expensive and tailored to complement his tall, elegant, lean body. His shirt impossibly white, the cuffs fastened with plain, expensive silver links. Instead of black tie, as he'd wore the first two occasions we met, his current tie was a bright, sharp red. 

I knocked briefly on it and waited for Whyatt to acknowledge me.  He took a few seconds to lift his head and invite me into the office.

He looked exhausted. The tiredness in his eyes was probably the strain that comes from long, long hours.  The Waylands were one of the most successful groups of Lawyers in the city. The Waylands never lose a case so It's no surprise that Whyatt would have piles of cases to work on. 

Surely this was one of the most exciting moments for me. I get to work alongside one of the best lawyers in the city. By the time I leave here, I'll have all the skills of an excellent lawyer. I'll do my very best so that I can eventually get a recommendation. 

A recommendation from the Waylands would set my career up.

Whyatt mentioned me to sit in one of the chairs ahead of him. 

When I took a seat, he lifted his head and looked at me. 

I cleared my throat, "Hello."

"Good morning, Tatiana." His voice made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I was a bit shocked at my body's reaction to his voice. It didn't have the same reaction when I'd met him three weeks prior, although I did like the way he pronounced my name. 

He gave me a hard stare and folded his hands elegantly on his lap. He arched his eyebrow," You're beautiful."

I frowned at him.

Oh please. Was he gong hit on me? Is that why he hired me?

So it wasn't because of my high GPA, after all.

He wasn't finished, "And if I wasn't so desperate for a new paralegal. I would be only too happy to have sex with you. But I need you, so I have a rule. You work for me, that's all you do with me."

Did he really think that I would jump into bed with him?

I barely even knew him. 

He even has the audacity to say that he'd sleep with me like I would have given him the chance to anyways.

What an arrogant jerk!

I burst out inappropriate laughter then sat up straight  in the chair.

This white man was mad.

A beautiful mad man.

I looked in his green eyes, "I'm not sure who told you that I'm interested in you...." I paused, "sexually. But I'm not. If I remember clearly, you ran me off the road. I'd don't even know you that well."

He looked shocked at my revelation, but after a few seconds, he spoke, "Great. If you attempt to flirt with me, I will fire you." 

"That's definitely not a problem. You aren't my type." I didn't come to Wayland's law to flirt, I came here for a job, and as handsome Whyatt might be, he wasn't my type. I preferred people closer to my complexion. 

There was no doubt that Whyatt Wayland was hot. He had this Thor mixed with Luki kind of vibes. He also looked like he played golf and polo every Saturday. He probably even jogged with his shirt off and gave all the women he wasn't going to have sex with a trill.

I've done extensive research on him and his family's law firm for the past two weeks. I read stories about him, how women found him irresistible. I've ever seen numerous pictures with women he's dated, and none of them looked like me. All the women he dated had long, straight blonde hair. They were always tall skinny models. I came nowhere close to their height or their sense of fashion. 

Which only meant I wasn't his type either. 

"Good to know where on the same page where that is concerned. The truth is I haven't had such great luck choosing paralegals in the past. I've tried to let HR handle it, but the results are always the same. They didn't work out." he confessed. 

Since I'm going to be working with him, I needed to know what's going on. "Why not?"

He shrugged, "Well, I've had a few paralegals who want to jump in my bed and then there is the fact that I want someone efficient and professional. I want my paralegal to have a little personality, a sense of humour, easy on the eyes as well as hardworking."

"I'm easy on the eyes, or at least I think so. I do have a sense of humour, and I'm very hardworking. This job means a lot to me. You won't have to worry about me working hard because I will. I'll be 100% dedicated to this job."

"Are you sure, baby doll?"

"Whyatt..." I started, but he placed his hands up to stop me.

"It's Mr. Wayland for you."