My Perfect Mr Imperfect by xrxdanixrx.pdf

My Perfect Mr. Imperfect by xrxdanixrx

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CHAPTER ONE

*HE MET ME*

I watched him closely, never taking my eyes off him, not even chancing a blink.

If I did, even for one split second, I felt like I'd miss something about him; any

sort of subtle change. By now, I knew his every movement—the wave of his hand

as he spoke to someone, the way his broad shoulders shook up and down from

his melodious laugh, the subtle wrinkles at the corner of his eyes when he was

deep in thought. I knew it all. I'd memorized him intently, analyzed him for far

too long. He had a way of engaging everyone around him, and I was no different

to them. I was captivated by his mere presence. Even now, as he spoke on the

phone in his large office, the blinds raised and his door wide open, I couldn't help

but stare at him.

To say I was obsessed with him was way off base and, quite frankly, an insult to

me. I didn't have some sort of silly high school crush on him where I watched him

from afar, hoping he'd make the first move. No, this was different. First off, I was

an adult and quite capable of expressing my feelings in a mature and respectable

manner. Second of all, I was unconditionally, unequivocally, starry-eyed, head

over heels, barking mad in love with him.

His bright smile.

His warm eyes.

His overall likeable personality.

I was in love with everything about him. It had been like this for two years—my

blatant desire, my craving for this man—and I knew it wouldn't stop, not for

anything. He was perfect. Just what I wanted in a man, exactly who I pictured as

my potential future, concerning a possible relationship.

He hung up the phone, walked around the desk and to the doorway of his office.

His beautiful eyes gazed around the room slowly, searching carefully and with

precision, until they landed directly on mine. Time stopped. My heart beat

accelerated exponentially. He was looking at me. One corner of his mouth began

to turn up into a playful smile, causing the air inside me to whoosh out in a

longing sigh. Before I knew what was happening, he was walking over to me, one

shiny black shoe in front of the other. I began to inwardly panic. What do I do?

What do I say? What does he want? Do I look alright?

Improvising on the spot, I grabbed a paper cup from the water cooler I'd been

standing next to. He couldn't know I'd been gawking at him, right? That would've

been embarrassing. I pulled down the small handle to dispense some water into

my cup, not bothering to check if I had pulled the hot or cold one.

A throat cleared. Already knowing who it was, I put on my sweetest smile, which

was never hard to do around him, and raised my eyes to his. Our visions locked

and I felt the same feeling I always felt when we looked at each other—

completion. It was almost as if no one else existed right now, except for us. Time

and space were meaningless.

"Hi," he greeted, his playful smirk always making me forget how to breathe.

"Hi," I greeted back. I was amazed that I could even talk to him. Sometimes I'd

even forget my name around this man.

His eyes dropped down, and I frowned at the loss of connection. "Since when do

you like drinking your water steaming hot?" he asked, chuckling.

It was then that I realized my fingers were being scalded. I looked down at my

paper cup and saw steam swirling up. Before my fingers could burn anymore, I

reacted by tossing the cup into the small trash can next to the cooler.

"Ah, yeah," I said, wincing a bit, "I guess I didn't see which one I got."

He laughed and shook his head. "Well, this one," he pointed to the red handle on

the water cooler dispenser, "is the hot one." He quickly cast me a sideways

glance, causing my face to become flushed, and then he pointed to the light blue

handle. "And this one, here, is the cold one."

Was he teasing me? Oh, I loved it when he did that. "Ohhh, right," I said,

pretending I didn't know, even though I certainly did.

His eyes swiftly roamed down my figure before landing on my face again. My

entire body shivered in delight. "You look nice today," he remarked, leaning

against the water cooler. I'd decided today to wear a deep purple cardigan and a

form fitting gray pencil skirt, my hair rolling down my back in large waves. I'd

taken extra care to appear more done up than usual in hopes that he would say

something like that. Mission accomplished.

"Thank you," I replied timidly. "You do, too." Of course. He always looked

amazing. He was wearing a black Giorgio Armani suit with a white shirt and black

tie beneath. He was like something out of an Armani magazine advertisement. If

you could call a man stunning, that was exactly what he was.

"If you're all done printing out the invitations for next week's auction, then we

can go to lunch."

I wanted to scream my acceptance. This was the part of the day I always waited

for. "Of course, just give me a few minutes to get organized and I'll meet you in

your office."

He flashed his perfect teeth at me, and my heart melted into a pile of goo. "See

you in a few, then," he said, and winked at me before he turned and walked

away. I watched the back of him for several seconds as he retreated into his

office.

Just once, I wished he'd look at me with fire and passion. Just once, I wanted his

gaze to fall upon me with wanting, desire, and…love. I was so in love with him it

almost hurt.

Jasper Whitlock.

My raison d'être. My reason for being. The center of my universe. He was

everything to me…and yet…he never noticed me. Not the way I wanted, at least.

Not the way I had noticed him for the last two years, since the day we met.

Suddenly, a voice whispered quietly in my ear, "Does he know?"

I jumped about a mile high and turned my head quickly, my sight landing on

Rosalie Hale, my co-worker and best friend, sporting a cocky grin. "Know what?"

I asked, turning back around to watch him, but noticed his office was empty. My

eyes darted around the large room. Where had he gone?

"That you're in love with him," she said a bit loudly, no longer whispering.

I spun around frantically, and grabbed her arm, pulling her further away from the

others in the main office. "Shhh, Rose, are you crazy? Keep your voice down," I

whispered harshly.

Rose laughed and shook her head. "Then maybe you should think about keeping

your nipples down," she remarked crassly, eyeing my chest. I glanced down and

saw that my nipples were definitely standing at attention. I flushed red and

crossed my arms in front of me, trying to hide them. Rose rolled her eyes. "Yeah,

like that'll help." Without a word, I began to walk towards my office, Rose hot on

my tail. "So, you didn't answer my question."

I sighed, and walked inside, towards my desk, and leaned against it, half sitting

and half standing. "I don't think he knows," I said honestly.

"You don't think?" she questioned. "Well, from where I'm standing, it's fairly

obvious."

I frowned. "Is it?" This wasn't good if she could tell, because if she could, that

meant everyone could, possibly including Jasper.

She gave me a sympathetic look. "A bit, yeah."

I groaned. It wasn't like I could help it. How was it possible to change the only

way I'd acted for the past two years? I was grateful for Rose's honesty, however.

She'd been there through some pretty tough times in my life.

We met almost two years ago in a January when we were both coming in to

interview for two separate jobs. Whitlock's Auction House was an eastern thriving

business wanting to add a sister location on the western front. Mr. John Whitlock,

President and Founder of the auction house, sent his son, Jasper Whitlock, to

manage the new location as Vice President of the company. They were starting

from scratch, hiring fervently, and were in need of some auctioneer specialists,

which was where Rose came in, and a personal assistant, which would be me. We

hit it off right away. She was much more relaxed and open about life than I was.

I guessed that was why we got along so well. Opposites always attracted.

The phone rang, echoing throughout my modest office. I held up one finger to

her, telling her silently to give me a second, and then answered the phone.

"Isabella Swan," I greeted.

"Bella, there's a Mr. Edward Masen here to see Mr. Whitlock, but he's not

answering his work line. Is he currently in?" Angela Weber asked, the auction

house's secretary.

I raised an eyebrow and reached behind me, grabbing the scheduler. Flipping

through, I saw that Jasper had absolutely no appointments today, except for a

phone meeting with his father at two this afternoon.

"Yes, he's in, Angela, but Jasper doesn't have anyone booked today. Perhaps Mr.

Masen came on the wrong day," I said, and flipped past today's date. There was

no Mr. Masen booked at all for the rest of this year.

"He says he doesn't have an appointment, but that he knows Mr. Whitlock

personally."

I frowned and then sighed. "Alright, have him take a seat. I'll inform Jasper that

Mr. Masen is here and get back to you." I hung up, my mood plummeting. God

clearly despised me today. Why did someone have to visit him when we were just

about to go out to lunch? Hopefully that person was full of it and Jasper didn't

actually know who he was.

"Someone raining on your parade?" Rose questioned with a smirk.

Just as I shot her a death glare, Jasper came waltzing in, holding my white trench

coat. "Here we go," he said, then noticed Rose. "Ah, Rose. We're going out for

lunch. Would you like to join us?"

My eyes went wide and I discreetly shook my head at Rose, who was smiling

smugly at me. "Oh, that's so kind of you, Jasper," Rose said with mock

sweetness. "Where are you headed to?"

Jasper walked over to me and opened the coat. I stood in front of him, my back

facing his chest, and pushed my arms through the sleeves. He turned me around

and began buttoning up my coat for me, starting from the bottom. If I wasn't too

busy sending Rose glares, I would've swooned at his chivalry. He'd always been

like that, opening doors, holding out chairs, the works. I loved it all.

"I think we're headed to our usual café for lunch, right, Bella?" he asked me,

finishing up the last button.

"Um, yeah," I answered, bringing my hair around from the back to sit on my

shoulder in the front.

"Oh, that darling place on the corner of Fourth and University St. The Purple Café

and Wine Bar, right?" Rose questioned, still keeping her eyes on me.

"Yes, you've been there?" Jasper asked, surprised.

"Plenty of times," she answered. She was lying! She'd never been there a day in

her life. She only knew of it because I'd raved to her infinitely that Jasper and I

went there for lunch.

"Well, let me grab your coat and we can head out. I need to be back by two, so

we should get going," Jasper said in a rush as he began to walk away. I gave

Rose a pleading look.

"Jasper," Rose called, clearly holding in a laugh.

He stopped just as he made it to the door. "Yeah?"

"I've actually got some paperwork to catch up on before the auction next week,

so I can't. But can you pick me up a salad or something?" she queried.

Jasper smiled politely. "Yes, of course."

"Have fun," Rose sing-songed, giving me one sly look before walking out of my

office. I was going to have to give her a firm talking to later.

Jasper held out his arm for me to take. "Shall we?"

All malice towards Rose flew right out the window while I tried my best to contain

my grin. I wrapped my hand around his hard bicep and allowed him to lead me

out into the main office. However, my expression dropped when I remembered

something.

"Oh, I forgot to mention that there's someone here to see you. He says he knows

you," I told him, stopping right outside his office.

He knitted his eyebrows together. "I'm pretty sure I don't know of anyone that

would be seeing me today. Who is it?"

I tried to remember the man's first name, but I suddenly couldn't. Only his last

name was coming to mind. "A Mr. Masen, I believe."

Jasper looked pensive for a moment, until his eyes swam with a sea of

realization. His face brightened, and my heart soared. Whoever this Mr. Masen

was clearly had a positive effect on him, which made me happy. However, I really

did want to go to lunch, so I was hoping this would all be very quick.

"You go wait inside my office for a bit. I'll be back," Jasper said, walking towards

the elevator.

"Wait," I called after him, "are we still going to lunch?"

"Yes," he threw over his shoulder, and disappeared into the elevator.

I sighed and walked into his luxurious office. It was much bigger than mine,

which suited him. The office was decorated tastefully with a mahogany desk and

a leather swivel chair behind it. There were various pieces of artwork on the walls

that he'd personally bought from some of our auctions we'd held over time. He

loved antiques, and I knew he loved what he did. It always brought a smile to my

face to see how excited he'd become when we'd get an interesting piece sent in

to appraise and auction off. I loved what I did, too, but it wasn't nearly as much

of a passion as it was for Jasper. For me, it was just a job. I'd never known what

I wanted to do, and this job just sort of came at the right time.

I sat on his desk, looking over his paperwork with his elegant script. The

computer's screensaver was on, flashing picture after picture of his life and those

in it. There was one of him and his parents from when he graduated from college

with his master's degree in business. There was another one of him on the

opening day of Whitlock's Auction House. The next one that appeared almost tore

my heart in two. It was a picture of when Jasper and I went to Catalina Island off

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