Mr Cunningham directed me to an Italian restaurant in the college district. We are seated immediately and a waiter comes over to take our order.

"We will have a bottle of the Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon, I will have the mushroom risotto and the lady will have the fettuccine carbonara" Mr Cunningham's voice is commanding as he orders for both of us. Um no thank you. I can order for myself.

"Ah no the lady will have the gnocchi and a glass of mineral water" I say calmly to the waiter. The waiter who looks terrified of Mr Cunningham's reaction looks back at him for instruction but Mr Cunningham is staring at me.

"You don't like wine?"

"On the contrary but a work lunch is no place for a two thousand dollar bottle of wine" I say holding his gaze. His eyes flick to the waiter.

"Make that two glasses of mineral water"

"Yes sir" the waiter say before scurrying away.

My phone buzzes on the table but ignore it. Probably best to be polite to my boss after insulting his choice of wine.

"Do you need to check that?" He asks and I look at the screen of my iPhone and see four message from my brother.

"No, it is just Bas"

"Your brother?" Mr Cunningham clarifies and I nod. "What does he do?"

"Medical school. He is studying at Harvard."

"Prestigious" he says nodding his approval.

The waiter brings our meals and places them in front of us along with two glass of mineral water. I take a sip of mine and Mr Cunningham's eyes watch my every move. I look away from him trying to catch my breath. You are playing into his hands Honey. No men!

"Your brother and Brooke they called you Honey" he states although it feels like a question.

"Yes. Everyone has called me Honey for as long as I can remember. Hardly anyone calls me Genevieve and I myself never really liked my given name"

"I like it" he says quickly. I feel myself blushing argh! What is with me?

We eat in silence occasionally catching each other gaze. I notice that he doesn't smile much and when he does it doesn't reach his eyes only the corners of his lips tug up. When we are finished we hop in my car and drive back to the tower. We walk in silence back to our floor. He stops at big oak double doors.

"If you need anything Miss Reynolds please don't hesitate to ask. My door is always open for you" he says smoothly.

"Thank you Mr Cunningham" I say politely before heading to my office.

I spend the next thirty minutes reading over resumes before Brooke sends the first of fifteen candidates into my office. I have never interviewed anyone or ever required a P.A but I soon separate out a couple of good options. A few of the big boob, platinum blonde barbie dolls were surprised I was a woman and quickly took themselves out of the running making the job easier for me. I finally decide on a young man by the name of Caleb Thompson. He is twenty and in his sophomore year at Harvard.

"Thank you so much Miss Reynolds. I won't let you down." Caleb says excitedly shaking my hand outside my office.

"You're welcome Caleb. Please call me Honey, Miss Reynolds makes me sound older then I am" I don't notice Mr Cunningham until he is standing next to Caleb. "Oh Mr Cunningham this my new P.A Caleb Thompson. Caleb this is my boss Cameron Cunningham"

"It's a pleasure to meet you sir" Caleb says extending his hand. Mr Cunningham looks at his hand and turns his attention to me.

"No" no what? "He is not your P.A"

"Caleb I'll see you tomorrow please be here at eight."

"Uh..." Caleb squirms under Mr Cunningham's glare, "thanks Honey. I'll see you tomorrow" Caleb quickly escapes and I'm pulled by the wrist back into my office.

I snatch my wrist out of Mr Cunningham's grasp. "Excuse me? Do you mind?"

"Did you not hear me say no Miss Reynolds?"

"I heard you"

"So you chose to disobey?"

"Disobey? Are you serious? No I ignored your show of masculinity"

"You test me Genevieve" My name rolls off his tongue and he steps towards me cornering me with my desk. He is so close. And he still smells amazing.

"Mr Cunningham..."

"Call me Cameron, Genevieve" Cameron. I test his name out in my mind. Cameron. No!

"No. Mr Cunningham. W-We should keep things professional." I manage to form words only just. Mr Cunningham steps even closer. I can feel his breath on my neck. I press my hands to his chest. Oh my god that chest! It takes all my will power and strength to push him away. "Mr Cunningham"

"Get back to work Miss Reynolds" he snaps and steps away from me and out the door. Wow talk about a split personality.

With Mr Cunningham gone I sit down at my desk and it hits me. I'm head Architect for Cunningham & Associates. My boss is gorgeous. My boss is crazy. My boss may or may not have just hit on me.

At the end of the work day I take a moment to check my phone before leaving. My phone is full of text messages.

Well I guess I'm cooking for one tonight. I quickly reply to Bas telling him to have fun when my phone buzzes.

I save his number just as my phone buzzes two more times.

Seven! In the morning?

Ignore! He hardly gives me time to reply.