The Billionaire's Maleficence

Mr.Bryan Stirling finally shuts his laptop with a loud clap and looks up at me. For a second I’m startled, just staring at him. He really is attractive, but with a Parisian suave vibe more than an overly muscled All-American football player way. No, he’s sleek. The kind of guy you imagine standing in the shadows. Mysterious. Maybe smoking a cigarette. Although the blond hair does throw off the image a little. He’s really blond, like me. And younger than I would’ve thought. I’d guess he’s in his thirties, but just barely.
  “Miss…?” He waves a hand in my direction and I hurry forward, realizing I’ve just been standing here stupidly instead of introducing myself like a normal human.
Damn it, Pals. Don’t fuck this up!
My legs feel wobbly. I’ve probably only been waiting about five minutes, but it’s felt like fifty. God, I hope I don’t have obvious sweat stains under my pits already. I put my extra strength deodorant this ..morning didn't I?
"Miss Penny, Penelope chase" I smile enthusiastically and hold out my hand across his spotless white desk. “Or Penny. You can just call me Penny. ” Awesome, way to come across like a bumbling idiot. I just can’t  believe... "