Yet another new story to behold and love. Bleh someone stop me. Also I need a Beta Reader if anyone is interested please feel free to pm me, or if you know any Beta Readers please tell them because I'm lazy and also I have no time to go back and edit my own chapters. So yeah. Please and thank you.

Here I am back in the big city of New York with broken dreams. I guess I should start from the beginning back when I was seventeen and fresh outta high school with a diploma and a dream to be an actor. So I packed my little glad rags, got accepted to UCLA, and moved to California only to acquire a measly degree in Accounting and a minor in Psychology. Now here I am, five years later back where I started, living with my mother at the sorry age of twenty-two. Pathetic right? Right. But I'm off to get a job and acquire my own apartment and be my own person. So far nothing's worked. Mom told me to walk around the city and look for help wanted signs but then again I'm pretty sure she wouldn't want me to be cashier of "Gudalupe's Taco Stand."

"Alex sweetie I may have found the perfect job for you," my mother squealed. And that's my name, Alex. Or maybe I should say Alexandra but everyone calls me Alex...everyone except James Cole my used-to-be-best friend. God only knows what happened to him. He's probably worse off than I was. I remember when he graduated-he's two years older than me by the way- he aspired to be a circus clown. No literally he traveled with the circus for about six months before his dad made him stop. From then he went on with this hairbrained scheme that he would become a space pilot. He had nor the will nor the perserverance to establish that job. He's never been serious about life, but he was James. He was cool and amazing. Ha, maybe he and I can go job bumming together.

"Alex!" my mother screeched pulling me out of past memories. I walked into our dinky little kitchen. I knew I should have stayed with dad. Back story on them two. They're divorced. See how short that was? But unlike normal divorcees they still like each other. Literally they could put up with each other and everything. They're the best of friends, they just didn't like being tied down. In the kitchen my mother was seated at the small oak table in pink flannel PJS with little green frogs on them. Her brown hair with light gray streaks was pinned up, and she was sporting half moon glasses sorta like Dumbledore from Harry Potter.

"Why don't you apply to be James's secretary?" my mother suggested.

I nearly spat the grape soda I was drinking all over her. James had a buisness? Yeah when pigs fly and upchuck million dollar bills. My mother, noticing my amusement, tsk tsked me and handed me The New York Times. I read the headline and this time I really did spit my grape soda all over her.

"Local billionaire James Cole in want of a secretary," I breathed in awe.

"ALEX!" my mother screamed backing away from the table in disgust. She had purple liquid dripping down her face. Rolling her eyes she grabbed the dish towel and toweled it off giving me the evil eye as she passed. From down the hall I heard her mutter, "You might want to schedule an interview."

Interview? Pshh who needed an interview? James and I were best friends. I had this job in the bag. I copied down the address and hightailed in to the subway. I didn't even bother to dress up nice, I didn't need to. James would give me the job. The subway never changed. Still had the same sleeping homeless people in the back of the cart as usual. I gave one of them a five dollar bill and jumped off. I walked about a quarter of a mile when I came to this giant building. All glass, all metallic, and all intimidating. I gulped. Maybe I was at the wrong place. I glanced down at the scrap of paper. Nope right address. Dragging in a nervous breath I walked up to the automatic double doors only to be greeted by a valor.

"May I park you car ma'am?"

"Um I don't have one," I said embarrassed.

"Oh," he said snootily and looked past me toward the next woman. Inside the building was cool and the exact opposite of what I expected. Being James I was expeciting funky colors and clowns. This building had a high ceiling, white walls, and smoky blue carpeting. It was everything a mega-CEO of a major corparation should have. I walked up to the white desk of a woman.

"Cole Incorparated please hold...Cole incoporated yes Mr. Tukwama we have your shipment...Cole Incorparated...yes one point two million is fine, but I will discuss it with Mr. Cole just in case...Cole Incorp-"

"Ahem," I cleared my throat.

Looking at her hair in the lights had an odd greenish tint even though it looked to be a nasty brownish grayish color. She was sporting hot red lipstick that didn't go at all with her too pale skin. "May I help you?" she asked in a forced voice. Humph. She didn't even put on a fake smile.

"I'm here to see James Cole," I said as politely as I could.

She raised an eyebrow as if to say, "Do you belong in this building?" Aloud she asked tersely, "Do you have an appointment?"

"Um no."

She winked at me. "Schedule an appointment and if it gets approved then come see me. Better luck next time doll face. Cole Incorporated...yes Mr. Pitt we would love you for the commercial."

I walked away fuming making my way out the building when I bumped into a rather large obstacle. I glanced up from my spot on the floor only to suck in a rather shocked breath. So attractive, so very very mouthwateringly attractive. He was tall hovering at the ripe height of six foot three wearing a button down white shirt, black shoes and pants, and a black tie that was loose around the collar. His spiked jet black hair and his golden amber eyes were the only clue that led me to believe this creature was James Cole. For a moment I forgot how to breathe. It wasn't until my head started to swim with the lack of oxygen that I sucked in a breath. I pulled myself to my feet and stared at him. Which was kinda hard to do seeing as how he was a foot and three inches taller than me. Yes I'm five feet, a complete shortie don't judge me.

He raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at me. "May I help you?"

"James?" I asked in unconcealed awe. I'm pretty sure I was drooling by that point to.

He peered at me taking in my apparel and scoffed. "Do I know you?"

Well someone's gotten a little cocky lately. "It's me," I said, "Alex."

He cocked his head to the side. I was aware that three men were behind him. Body guards it looked like. All broad shouldered and looked as if they were ready to break anything in half that dared to hurt James. Turning back to James I watched as realization hit his face. "Oh, Alexandra, yes."

With that he started to stride past me. I grabbed his shirt sleeve and got to experience the brutality of his bodyguards. One had me on the floor within seconds arms pinned behind my back. I inhaled the fresh scent of the carpet to keep from smothering.

"Jack," I heard James calm voice say, "Let her go. She wasn't about to try anything."

The man pulled me up in one swift movement dusting me off. "Sorry Miss," he grumbled in a rumbling deep voice, "It's our job."

I backed far away from Jack. James was still standing there gazing at me impassively. I fingered a blonde wave.

"So congratulations on emassing an empire. Who would have thought?" I giggled. He continued to stare at me with that impassive golden gaze of his.

"Was there anything you wanted?"

"Uh yeah," I pulled out the newspaper clipping from my purse. "You want a secretary. I want a job." I winked at him.

James grabbed the newspaper and read aloud, "You must schedule an interview." He peered at me over the paper darkly. "Did you forget that part?"

I cocked my head to the side. Since when did James get so serious? James was never serious. He was the guy you could count on to play the chubby bunny game during a high school assembly and spray chunks of gooey marshmellow all over the principal.

"James," I said quietly to only where he could hear me, "seriously?"

He got closer with a sneer. "Alexandra. Seriously. And if you're to work here, it's Mr. Cole." He strode past me with an air of arrogance and continued toward the elevators.

Pompous ass! Seriously where does he get off? Just because he's a rich gazillionaire means he can pretend that we weren't best friends. I made my way back to the white desk. The woman was still there rolling her eyes at me.

"I'm very busy what do you want?" she asked prudently.

"I'd like to schedule an interview with James Cole for the new secretary position."

She handed me a packet and directed me to the waiting room. From there I grabbed a bag of chips, a Snickers, and a Dr. Pepper from the vending machine and got to work. I looked at the packet. Twenty sheets. This would take me forever! It was an hour into the packet where I was filling out my majors when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up into the golden eyes of James Cole. And do you know what he told me?

"Do not eat in my waiting room." He gestured toward a sign that said No Food or Drinks in the waiting room. I signed my name and dated it shoving the packet right at him before throwing all my food in the trash. He grabbed my hand running his thumb over the knuckles. Even I will admit it sent shivers down my spine. "You just wasted three bucks."

"Whatever Mr. Cole," I said sardonically.

He grinned. "Would you like to have lunch? I'm free in about thirty minutes. I just have to wrap a meeting up, and you've thrown away your lunch."

I looked at him up and down. After the way he's just treated me why should I have lunch with him?

"Yes," was what chose to come out of my mouth. Stupid brain!