Summary: Percy and Annabeth are in their early twenties. They both belong to two competing companies and have been tasked with jointly heading a big customer project to bring the companies together and end the bad blood that has existed between the large corporations for the last decade. They have grown up hearing nothing but negative remarks about the other. How will they manage to work together? What will happen when they get caught up in some funny business? Percabeth story with mentions of Jasper.

The characters are a little OC but what can I do, I'm just one woman.

Percabeth story with sprinkles of Jasper.

Disclaimer: I'm not Rick Riordan and therefore own nothing.

Absolutely Not

Percy didn't believe in love at first sight.

He didn't buy into the romanticized fantasy delusional teenagers raved on about. He had no faith in the 'together for forever' bullshit incurable romantics seem to lecture on endlessly about. Percy was still skeptical about the existence of love itself, much less at first sight.

He did, however, believe in lust at first sight.

Whereas there was no evidence for love at first sight, the twitch in his pants was a clear confirmation of the latter. And that was exactly what he felt when he saw her.

She stepped out of the elevator, and her curly blonde hair easily caught Percy's attention. He found himself shifted slightly to catch a glimpse of the new prospect that had stepped off the elevator. His sea-green eyes scanned her body from afar, enjoying the smooth lines of her taut and muscular legs and the way her black pencil skirt clung tightly to her hips, accentuating their curve. He remarked with an edge of disappointment that the dark garment ended below her knees but swept past the minor inconvenience to her upper body.

She wore a black pin-striped blazer that, along with the rest of her attire, conveyed the image of a highly professional young woman. It was much more than he'd been expecting for a simple assistant job. It fit her well though, he supposed. He wondered if it had been tailored.

Percy leaned back against the doors to his office and slanted his eyes, hoping to catch a glimpse of the young woman's face but, to his great displeasure, it was covered by a curtain of gold curls. As he looked closer, he noticed that she was holding a phone to her ear and could barely make out the frown spread across her lips.

He furrowed his brows. Seemed quite rude, didn't it? For his new assistant to be both late and disrespecting her new boss by speaking on the phone—not to mention it was her first day.

Percy arched a brow at the sight and crossed his arms across his chest, shifting his weight as he observed her. He would have thought she would act more professionally, especially given her attire.

Instead of interrupting her phone call, however, he chose instead to continue watching as she seemingly argued with someone on the other line. There was something intriguing about her stance, the confidence with which she held herself. When she finally hung up the phone he could, in spite of their distance, feel the frustration radiating off of her and a smirk slipped across his lips.

Percy studied her, curious, as she strode towards the empty assistant's desk, phone still in hand.

Good, he thought. It was time she grew accustomed to her new home for... well, however long it took him to get bored of her.

She approached the desk but instead of putting down her stuff and unpacking—maybe even apologizing for being so incredibly rude to her very attractive new employer—Percy watched her wish confused eyes as she set nothing down. Instead, she ran her index finger along the along the laminated office map on the corner of the small desk.

His eyes followed her finger movement and a smug grin tugged at the corner of his lips when her finger came to a stop and she lifted her head, peering curiously in his direction. With her face now angled towards him, he finally able to examine her facial features. His eyes began at the bottom, enjoying the way her plump lips were curved into a slight smile.

Percy's eyes began to trace the soft lines of her nose, considering the sweet rosy tint of her cheeks and was surprised to see she was rapidly advancing towards him. His gaze darted to her eyes as she neared. There must have been a draft somewhere on the floor because he felt a chill run up his spine at the sight. He peered into her eyes as she approached but found himself entirely unable to identify their color.

Blue maybe? He guessed.

She strode confidently towards him, bounce in her step as stopped directly in front of him.

"Are you Percy Jackson?" she asked with a warm smile, though Percy noticed it didn't quite meet her eyes.

"Yes," he answered, shooting her a charismatic grin. It was never too early to begin charming the new assistant. "Nice to finally meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Jackson," she held out a hand, taking a step closer to him. He happily shook it, his fingers lingering an extra millisecond. "It seems you're in need of an assistant." She nodded towards the empty desk.

"Looks like it," he chuckled, using their close proximity to determine the color of her eyes. It was one of those details his mind would endlessly dwell on if he didn't figure it out. "You'll be great for the position," he added absentmindedly, peering into her swirling irises.

"Oh," the blonde laughed, her eyes widening in surprise. "You misunderstood," she explained, and as much as Percy was trying to listen—he really was—he was too focused on diagnosing the stormy gray surrounding her pupils.

Gray! He realized, a triumphant smile slipping onto his lips.

"I'm your ten o'clock." She glanced down at her watch, running her tongue across her teeth. "I guess I'm a bit early."

Gray? He repeated back to himself, completely lost in his own thoughts. What kind of eye color was gray. It wasn't even a real color, it was a shade!

His internal criticism must have managed to creep onto his face because he had just barely caught the look of displeasure on his face but his precious ten o'clock was already irritated.

"Seriously?" she drawled incredulously, her voice no longer warm and comforting. "Are you really that biased?" she scoffed loudly. "I did my very best to civil and professional and you can't even muster a simple smile?"

He didn't respond, simply raised an uncertain brow.

"This is ridiculous," she blinked, her mouth falling open. She looked like she couldn't even form a sentence. "I—I can't believe I agreed to this."

"What—" Percy began, very confused now but he was cut off by her continuous rambling.

"God," she groaned. "I guess what the tabloids say is true, huh?—and here, I'd hoped that you'd strive to be somewhat professional—"

"I'm sorry," Percy interjected, blinking several times. He considered, for a moment, if he might be dreaming. No one could talk to him like this—especially not his new assistant. "Who are you?"

"I'm Annabeth Chase," she responded slowly, enunciating every syllable. "Your ten o'clock."

"Oh," he frowned. "Uh, I'm Percy Jackson, nice to meet you—"

"We've been through this," Annabeth dismissed with a roll of her eyes, nudging his outstretched hand away. "Is this your office?" she questioned sharply, pointing to the room behind him.

"No," he remarked sarcastically. "It's another Percy Jackson's name written on the door."

Annabeth just stared at him, not appearing to have understood the joke.

"Yes," he said finally, "that is my office."

"Good," she snapped, shifting her grip on her briefcase and strutting through the glass doors, ignoring his stunned expression as she pushed past him.

He watched with an amused smirk as she placed her briefcase delicately on the dark mahogany desk and settled comfortably into the swivel chair behind it.

Arousal at first sight? He asked himself as he quietly shut the door behind him, leaning back against it lazily. Definitely.

Love? His lips curled into a smug grin. Absolutely not.

a/n: I know the first chap is a bit short but it's a side project I've been working on for a while and just figured I'd share it with y'all. I will be updating about once a week.