Page 5 of My Ruthless Neighbor

Chapter Two

Iwatch how she practically sprints away from me, her multi-colored backpack colliding against her curvy hip. That small movement highlighted how her purple trousers clung to her ass. I stare until she disappears into the hallway.

When I notice that every man in the vicinity was ogling the brunette’s hourglass figure, my jaw hardens.

“Show’s over.” I bark. I shove my hands into my pockets. “Get to work, everyone.” It doesn’t even take two seconds for everyone to scurry around and empty the lobby. Better.

Julietta, one of my employees, frowns at me. My jaw clenches once more. That girl made me lose my temper in front of everyone.

I treat my employees as friends. I built this empire by creating a friendly environment. Rather than making them fear me, I won their trust so they could be free around me. This has benefited me and them a great deal. Having an easy-going boss and fun surroundings leads to higher job satisfaction which increases productivity and promises loyalty.

And today, I let one girl affect me to the point that I snapped at them.

For a moment earlier, I thought maybe she was a new intern and was lost. But that possibility was squashed when she failed to recognize the owner of this agency. This girl had absolutely no idea who I was. That’s why she had the gal of sassing me in my own building.

While I treat each one of my employees like my friend, I never gave them the liberty to disrespect me.

Never, not once have I tolerated someone talking back to me. This girl with questionable fashion sense had the audacity to waltz in here and make me a laughingstock.

Well, technically it wasn’t her fault. I walked right into that one.

I was late for a meeting when I saw her. Her purple beret matched her trousers. And her huge yellow shades were hanging onto her bright yellow top.

The said yellow top was stretched across her chest and like the man I am, my attention lingered there for a second too long.

When my gaze slid down, I saw that she was wearing mismatched shoes. The clicking of her boots made me look back up.

She was running straight at me. Her long silky locks that trailed down to her hips were flying and her eyes were trained on something behind my back. I watched her naturally red lips parting in surprise then stretching in a huge grin.

I stared as red bloomed on her porcelain skin as her pace quickened.

I didn’t get the chance to move. Or maybe I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She may have lost her footing and bumped into me, but it was me who got lost in her mesmerizing eyes.

The moment my eyes settled on hers, I forgot all about her mismatched boots or her bright sunglasses, or her beret and colorful outfit. Because I had never seen such beautiful eyes in my entire life.

Her eyes were huge and the dark lashes covering them were natural and thick. But the thing that snagged my attention was the color of her eyes.

Her right eye was a color of clear blue sky and her left eye was green. Or more like dark green. The startlingly beautiful combination of two different colors caught me off guard. And that pissed me off.

It pissed me off because for the first time in my life, I was distracted from work by a woman. I had a meeting to get to. And she was unconsciously delaying my departure.

I run an advertising agency for fuck’s sake. I see countless beautiful women on daily basis. And yet this woman gripped my attention with both hands in a vice grip.

And when she opened those full lips of hers? Yeah, I was irritated. Because like her beauty, she had a husky voice that made my cock hard.

I should’ve shrugged it off and continued with my day. Only, I didn’t do that. I asked her name. For two reasons. First, because I wanted to hear her voice again. And second, curiosity.

She slipped away without answering my questions. Fuck. Why did she have to be so tempting yet infuriating?

Maybe it was for the better. ThebrunetteRapunzellooked like trouble. Just a small encounter with her had me all worked up.

It takes a lot more than just looks for me to be attracted to a woman. I want my woman to be sophisticated and ambitious. Meek with a soft voice. The one who knows how to carry herself with grace and is an independent individual.

Despite my better judgment and taste, I realize I am attracted to a clumsy and feisty brunette Rapunzel with unique eyes.

I slam the door shut on the myriad of thoughts swirling in my head about her.

Under no circumstances would I spend another second analyzing that meaningless encounter with her. She is a further thing possible from my type of woman.

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