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As I walked out the front doors, I heard Gianna being cat-called, which ignited a fire in my veins. Before I even had time to process my own reaction to that feeling, she was happily getting into the blacked-out Audi of the offender. It dawned on me then she must have been in a hurry to get to him. This must be her boyfriend. Sitting in class today obsessing over every detail of the back of her profile, it never occurred to me that she might have a boyfriend.Fuck
I really have no right to be upset that she has a boyfriend. We've literally said maybe ten words to each other, and I do kind of have a girlfriend, which for the first time in years, repulses me.
Carson and I have been together for so long that I never gave much thought about not having her in my life, but now it's like I can't get rid of her soon enough. I've decided she will now be getting the space she requested and then some. She wanted to take a break. Well, now I want a clean break. The guys might have been right after all. All I needed was the right girl to make me leave. I don’t even know this girl but she’s already under my skin in ways I never thought possible.
Gianna having a boyfriend only means I'll have to work harder to make her mine. I've never been one to shy away from a challenge, and something tells me she is worth the extra effort. I’ve known her for less than 24hrs and I can already tell she has more self-respect, spunk, and fortitude than most the people I know combined. Most of the women I meet want nothing more than to catch my eye and keep it while Gianna wants nothing to do with me and that type of moxie is badass.
For this reason, I woke up extra early this morning with a renewed sense of purpose. I may not want to work at Reds, but if Gianna's there, then that's where I'll be.
I put a little extra effort into my appearance today since I will be upping my game. Yesterday, I went in extremely disheveled, even for my standards. I can admit it was not my best moment, but I thought I would be in training with a bunch of old hags. We were told to dress casually today since we will be touring the production plant.
Personally, I'm not a fan of jeans. I have never felt they do anything but make me look drab. So today, I'm dressing in all Ralph Lauren, blue chinos, blue and white striped polo with a heather green quarter zip, tan belt, and tan boat shoes. My hair is styled but tousled, I fucking look good, and I know it. She's not going to be able to resist me.
Looking good isn't going to be enough to win my girl. I will be getting to work early with the coffee and scone she likes from Grinders. She'll be eating out of my hand by the end of the day. They always do when I lay on the charm. I get what I want, and I want Gianna. She may not see it yet, but I think she wants me as much as I want her.
Pullingintotheparkinglot, I notice her burgundy old woman's car is already in the parking lot. It occurs to me that maybe she never came back for it last night, and that thought has me perturbed. However, before I get myself any more worked up, I notice that the conference room lights are on from the parking lot. That's when I remember her saying she's only hired on for the summer, and if I have her pegged correctly, she will be nothing if not prompt in hopes that it leads to a full-time position. Again, something to admire about her, she goes after what she wants.
Before I reach the conference room door, I hear giggling coming from the room. I don't hear any other voices, so she must be on her phone, which is perfect. I want to catch her when her guard is down, and she isn't expecting me. That's how you get a genuine read on someone. When you surprise them, you get their raw emotion, not one they’ve practiced. I need to see her and not what she wants me to see.
Once I round the corner, I notice she is looking down at her phone, sitting in the same spot she did yesterday. She is so beautiful that I take a minute to observe her while she thinks no one is watching. Sitting Indian style in her chair, laid back and comfortable, she has no idea I'm there. Her hair is pulled over one shoulder, she's wearing dark blue skinny jeans, a long-sleeve black t-shirt, and black biker boots. She looks fucking edible, and my cock notices. Quickly, I decide to enter the room before my thoughts get too carried away, and I can't.
Before she has time to notice, I'm sliding into the chair next to hers, placing a scone and coffee in front of her. She glances up from her phone wide-eyed with shock.
"August! Good morning, you're here early." Nervously she fidgets in her seat, tucking her hair behind her ear and putting her phone down. Good, I like that I make her nervous. That means I affect her.
"Yes, well, yesterday was rather out of character for me." I lie as I gesture towards the coffee and scone.
"I brought you coffee and a scone. I noticed you didn't touch anything offered here yesterday, and I wanted to rectify the situation."
Her cheeks immediately start to flush as she flashes me a half-smile. "Thank you, that's incredibly thoughtful and not necessary, but truly thank you."
I can tell she still feels uncomfortable from my proximity which is strangely arousing. Why does her discomfort bring me pleasure? Maybe because it's a real response, it's not rehearsed. It's authentically her.
"Well, if you play your cards right, maybe I'll bring you coffee and scones every day."
Her eyes practically bug out of her head at this point, so I put her at ease.
"I'm just joking, Gianna. I simply want to get to know you is all."
Phyllis walks in before I get the chance to say anything more, carrying a box. Gianna jumps out of her seat, taking it from her and placing it on the counter that runs the room's length. Of course, the action makes me feel like a complete ass. I should have been the one to do that. I'm not a complete tool, I was raised with manners, but when Gianna is around, I lose my ability to think clearly.
"Oh, thank you, dear. I have two more in my office. Do you mind helping me, seeing as you're here early?"
There is no way I'm letting either one of them carry more boxes while I sit back and watch. I'm out of my seat before they can make another move.
"Phyllis, please let me. I'll be right back."
She looks at me like I've suddenly grown two heads, and maybe I have because the way I'm acting today is entirely contradictory to how I presented myself yesterday.
Once I've returned, I find Phyllis and Gianna unpacking the boxes and laying safety glasses, hairnets, and earplugs at each of our respective seats. Setting down the last box I notice Gianna has started to eat her scone, which oddly enough pleases me. I have this strong innate desire to take care of her and see that her needs are met.
"Is there anything else you need me to grab, Phyllis?"
She puts her hand to her chest while taking a moment to glance around the room.
"No, I think we got everything. Thanks for helping."
Gianna makes her way back to her seat. I swear her jeans couldn't be any tighter. They hug her ass perfectly. Not wanting to get an erection in the middle of class, I take a breath, run my fingers through my hair, and head over to start the coffee for Phyllis. It's then that I realize Gianna set today's PPE at the desk I sat at yesterday. That makes me stifle a laugh to which Phyllis asks, "Is everything ok?" I meet her concerned gaze with a smile.
