Thread: Good Intentions { insufferable & Enigma_x }

Talia hadnt even noticed that one of the men whod attacked her seemed to disappear. The female cursed lightly as she was cast aside, her creamy, soft skin catching against the brick wall behind her as she fell down onto her knees. It all seemed to happen so fast, as if it all flew by her face without her being able to take in everything that was happening. Talia wasnt able to see very much considering how dark the alley was, however, she could blatantly see a man fighting her attacker along with a seemingly knocked out thug not far from the pair. Who was he? Talia watched in awe as the vigilante seemed to take on the thug with ease, leaving him in a mess on the floor. The blonde was pressed up against the wall of the alley, her arms folded over her chest defensively as she noticed him approaching her. What, was she also going to get a beating? Not to mention, before walking over hed tossed a pipe, it felt more of a display. From what the light glistening down on them from the street lamps illuminated, Talia could see a strong jaw line, a slight hint of stubble, so far a very handsome face. It was pretty clear considering the clothing he wore that he wasnt someone who lived in the Glades, or near it. He no doubt lived in the middle of the city, thriving like most of the wealthy did. So why the hell was he here at this time? Before Talia could snap back that she actually lived there, he was already half way down the road. A soft oath escaped her lips as she leaned down, scooping up her purse and beginning to shove her things back before rushing from the scene toward her home. There was no hint of sympathy for the men who attacked her. If anything, she hoped a rabid dog would come along in the night and make a meal out of them. The mere threat of being raped was enough to make her furious and petrified at the same time. If her mysterious saviour hadnt been there, then she wouldnt have been okay. So really, she should have thanked him. Not that she could. He had sounded familiar but she just couldnt place his voice or the glimpse of his face. The next morning was tougher than shed anticipated. Not only did she have her car collected and taken to the shop but shed slept very little. The fear from the situation the night before seemed to creep into her unconscious mind, forcing its way through into her dreams and tainting them. More importantly, she couldnt help but wonder who had saved her. In fact, shed been lying in bed for several hours, unable to sleep just thinking about who her saviour was. Sure, it had been a horrific experience that pretty much went without saying. Yet Talia found herself focusing more on the vigilante than she did the thugs hed dealt with. Regardless of her eventful evening Talia had to focus on work today. Moira had hired her for a specific reason, she couldnt neglect the only life line she had right now, especially not to day dream about some hunk who shed barely seen. What kind of logic was that? So, once shed grabbed a cab into the city Talia kept her mind on work. Slowly, she began to stalk through Olivers social media sites. It would be easy for her to play the assistant, so she figured shed begin the process of pinning Mr Queen down. Once she arrived at Queen Consolidated Talia was met swiftly by a woman Moira had sent. She was the head secretary and clearly acted it in the manner she breezed through the lobby. Talia was a beautiful girl but she couldnt afford the branded clothing the other woman, and most likely the rest of the company, could afford. She wore a simple, short dress that stopped three inches above the knee. It was a sleek black dress, the material hugged her curved frame perfectly. It was almost amusing to see the way the head secretary, Tessa, react with near enough disdain just from viewing Talia. Clearly she didnt like other attractive women working there. As Talia was being shown around, the female made sure to take notes. It was a large company, Talia wondered how Mr Queen would take to working considering his recent return. And heres his office, The woman announced coldly, pointing toward the glass enclosed area. Well, your office. His is through here. She marched her way past Talia, pointing toward the room that was connected to her own. The female was gobsmacked. She had a room with a view better than most of the city. She had a few of every building, the sky spanned around the room it felt as if she was in the centre of the world. He will be with you shortly. She added curtly before disappearing. Talia was a little anxious about meeting Mr Queen. He was notorious for living a wild life, so she did wonder what he would have her do. Did he even focus on work considering his recent return? Talia would have thought hed have better things to do than to sit in an office all day, but what the hell, it meant a good cheque for her at the end of the month. Her fingers brushed along the glass desk as she walked around to reach the chair. Within seconds she settled down on the comfortable leather chair, easing back as she admired the mac seated on the desk before her. Little did she know, it was a very good thing that the chair was so comfortable. Most of the day had passed it was early evening and Talia was beyond angry. She was furious, in fact. The whole day shed been left to finish up her tour with her new boss showing her exactly what she was going to be doing in her new role, yet he hadnt bothered to show up. Her lip twitched with rage as she sat behind the desk, legs crossed and arms folded underneath her two ample breasts. How was she supposed to do her job if the target of her job was nowhere to be found? The female muttered an oath, rising to her feet. She was about to go for another coffee when she stormed toward the door, grabbing it only to glance up to see Mr Queen on the other side. Moira wasnt far behind. Within moments she appeared in her usual grace, which was minimal. Oliver, this is your new assistant. Talia Hawthorne. The woman seemed focused on her son, as she should. I have a dinner engagement, I expect youll show her what is expected of her, Oliver. Little did he know Moira had already done so. After Moira had left, Talia turned her gaze to Oliver. He was clearly taller than her, by quite a few inches. Not to mention he was incredibly handsome, the way the slight stubble curved along his stern jaw made her heart flutter slightly. It was then that her heart dropped. She knew that face, shed seen it before. Last night.