Instincts

Kat never really thought her decisions through. She always went as her heart lead her, relying on her own self-perseverance and gut instincts. It's why she took up fighting classes at the small age of 10, learning quickly and rising through the ranks to become one of the best. At 14, when the orphanage needed more money than what it was getting, her gut told her to get into street fighting, helping the run-down children's home in any way she could. The ladies at the orphanage dutifully ignored the bruises, scratches and limps Kat came home with, openly accepting the donations of food and clothing the girl made, turning a blind-eye to how she was getting it. Many thought she was stealing and whilst they didn't condone it, they needed the supplies. They did thank Kat though, giving the girl the old flat out the back of the orphanage where the head lady used to live before she passed. It was a bit rundown, but the power still worked and the shower still ran and with the help of a few other kids, Kat made it livable. When school finished Kat decided to stay at the orphanage, donating her spare time and any money she had left over from fighting to keep them running. She went to university, following her instinct to get a higher education so she could continue to provide for the orphanage, even after she left. Her winnings could only be stretched so far. Even after most of it was going to her education bills she still managed to get food for the children, giving up more time to them on the weeks when she couldn't. She loved the children, often buying toys for them even if it meant having to forgo some desperately needed items.  When she finished university she was immediately inducted into a company as their secretary, where she quickly worked her way to the top, working directly under the CEO. At 24, she stopped fighting, the bruises harder to hide and the nights taking a toll on her working life. She still lived in the orphanage, but with her high-paying wage it was no longer broken and in need of repairs. The children were never in need, and her flat out the back held items that of value.  It was when her bosses son walked through the door to her high rise office that she ignored her instinct for the first time in her life. Slowly clenching her lower abdominal muscles and biting her lip as the gorgeous man strolled through the corridor of desks, a collective moan filling the air as the women around her gazed upon the godlike model. His blond hair windswept as he ran a hand through it, obviously not unaware of the looks of lust he was receiving. His blue eyes pierced the room, scanning over the curious employees before resting on the waiting Kat, her arms resting by her sides, her face pulled into a polite smile as she patiently waited for him to reach her.  He walked with pure seduction, long, purposeful strides in dark jeans and boots, his white shirt stretched across taut abs and broad shoulders, hidden beneath a leather jacket. A helmet was tucked under his arm and his mouth was pulled into an attractive smirk that was probably illegal in 10 countries. He flashed her a predatory smile, his teeth a pearly white before he stopped in front of her. He was tall, towering over Kat who wasn't exactly short. He was over 6ft easily and Kat caught herself marveling the physical perfection in front of her.  "Hello." His deep, husky voice rang out, and Kat could hear the sighs of many of the women nearest. She smiled slightly at him, but briskly moved forward. She was too in control for this man, this Adonis, she would not fall prey to his charming smile and beautiful voice. 

"Hello sir. I assume you are here to see Mr Wright." She announced, her hands now reaching over to the tablet on her desk. She needed to check that this man that had waltzed in had an appointment. 

"I am indeed. My father should be expecting me. The names Ryder." He gave her another smile, one designed to make women weak at the knees, but she was a professional, she knew about men like this, they had clamored for her attention since she was 12, with her soft black locks that fell down to her waist and a heart shaped face, her body was smooth from all her years training and fighting, her figure curving in all the right places. She'd always turned them down, except for one man, and that had ended after a 1 year relationship where he used her dry and broke her down, she became stronger for it but her heart also became one of stone. "One moment please." She told him over her shoulder, knocking on the door of her bosses office.