This was the third time this week it had refused to work.

I was tired. I needed coffee. I needed caffeine. And my last source of energy just gave up on me.


I didn't had a good sleep in three weeks due to so much work and so many things that needed to be finalized. The launch will be in two weeks, and the pile of work I need to finish is still high like the eiffel tower.

"Is there a problem Miss Malik?" Claire asked, walking into my office. I bet the sound the water dispenser made could be heard through the whole building.

I sighed tiredly. "Can you please grab me coffee and something to eat?" I asked as I slumped back in my chair and turned my laptop on.


She nodded silently and walked out of my office. Lately everyone was stressing out. Ximena wanted to have the perfect launch and ninety percent of the time she didn't agree on the ideas we presented to her, which means we had to start over again and work even more harder.

I don't blame Ximena, her brand will be available worldwide and I know she wants the perfect launch to impress investors from Brazil, Paris, and Russia who will also be present as VIP guests.


From my office I could hear Ximena giving a presentation to a group of upcoming makeup gurus.

Lately we both were so busy that we didn't had time to have a little chit chat. During lunch she was either still in a meeting or she had to meet someone important to discuss launch details .

I, on the other hand stayed in my office, finishing my work that looked endless.

I stood up to grab a file from the drawer behind me when I heard a knock on my door.

"Put it on my table." I answered, assuming it was Claire with my lunch. I rummaged through the drawer and finally found what I looked for. I really need to clean up the mess in here.

When I turned around I let out a yell as I saw who was standing in front of me.

"Flynn?" I breathed out, after a while. "Uhm Ximena is in a meeting."

Flynn looked ridiculously handsome in his white button up shirt with rolled up sleeves. His hair was damp and his lips were a light shade of pink.

Totally kissable.

I mentally slapped myself for thinking that. Who knows where those lips had been before he came here? The thought only makes me want to gag.

"Actually..I'm not here for Ximena."he said, casually sitting down on the chair in front of my desk.

"Do you need my help in something?" I put my file down and sat back on my chair opening my laptop. "Tell me."

I looked up at him and his piercing blue eyes were staring straight into my soul, making me uncomfortable.

"Yeah actually, what do you have planned tomorrow evening?"he asked.

"Uhm nothing. Is there a meeting I need to attend tomorrow, because I'm not going. Just send Claire."

I was tired, tomorrow is Friday and I was looking forward to spend a night alone watching netflix.

He laughed. "Not a meeting, but a date."

"Date?" I asked confused. Is that what he came here for?

"Yeah, If you want to go on a date with me." he clarified.

I stayed silent for awhile as my eyes widened at what he just asked

I was shocked.

Confused.

Tired.

Is he alright?

"Can I send Claire?" I croaked out still in shock. Once those words left my mouth I immediately regretted it. What kind of dumb answer was that?

My mind was probably playing games with me. I didn't had my daily dose of Caffeine and sugar yet, I think I must be hearing stuff.

Flynn laughed and shook his head. "No pudding, I want to go on a date with you, not Claire."

"Right yeah, of course." I answered, still in a daze. This felt so surreal.

Not because he asked me, but because Reina was right.

Sooner or later he will ask you on a date. Mark my words.

"So is that a yes?"

I nodded softly. I pinched myself on the cheeks while closing my eyes. Maybe this was just a dream.

Part of my imagination.

Why would he want to date me, he's a womanizer. Isn't that what he's famous for after being the most hottest, richest, and youngest CEO.

"Pudding, are you alright?" I heard Flynn's voice in the distance.

I opened my eyes and he was there. Looking at me confused and worried.

This was not a dream.

"Did you just ask me on a date?" I asked, scrunching my eyebrows in confusion.

"I did." he said, "So is that a yes?"

This was reality.

"Uhm yeah, I mean It's a yes Vasilios." I answered, nodding my head in the process.

"Oh god." he sighed relieved, "I thought you would play hard to get. I will pick you up at seven tomorrow."

I am going on a date with Flynn.

"Where are we going?" I asked curiously.

"That's a surprise." he said mysteriously. "But wear something beautiful."

And I need to dress up. Which means shopping.

"Okay."

"Are you alright?" Flynn asked worried as he studied my face.

"Just in shock." I answered with all honesty.

He chuckled. "Don't worry. I'm sitting here all casual and chill, but damn my heart is running faster than Usain bolt right now."

"Please don't get a heart attack in my office, I don't want to deal with a dead bo---," I rambled, before Flynn cut me off.

"Pudding, I think I should go so you can process my question." he suggested, standing up from the chair.

"Yes of course." I needed him out of my office, so I could sort out my messed up mind.

"But the answer stays yes."

"Yeah yeah." I assured him. "The answer stays yes."

"Good." he smiled. "See you tomorrow pudding."

When he left my office, I banged my head on my wooden desk.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

I couldn't even think straight when he was here. Of course, it's just a date. It's not that he's serious about me right?

"Miss Malik, Oh my god. You'll get a concussion!" Claire yelled, running into my office with my lunch.

I stopped banging my head and looked up at her. The smell of strong coffee filled my small office.

"Coffee!" I stretched my hand out and grabbed the coffee out of her hand. This was what I need.

Coffee. Strong, dark, and bitter.

Hopefully this will help me think straight.