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"Why yes, Phyllis, everything is perfect."
I can tell she has no clue how to read me, and that doesn't bother me in the slightest.
The rest of the class starts to file in. I grab the PPE placed at my seat and make my way to the front of the class to join Gianna at her table. That earns me curious stares from the other trainees, Gianna included. Seeing as this isn't a big class and every person has their own table, I just made it awkward by sharing a table. The problem is I don't give a fuck.
Giving Gianna a half-smile, I take a sip of my coffee like I don't have a care in the world. No one is going to question my seat change. Gianna slowly lets out a breath and turns to face forward. Then ever so slightly she scoots her chair away, effectively putting more space between us.
That's when I lean in and whisper, "I promise I won't bite."
The electricity between us at this proximity is unmistakable. Her spine straightens as she peers at me over her shoulder with a mix of lust and ire. I can tell she feels it.
Our moment is cut short as Phyllis is suddenly in front of the class demonstrating how to properly wear the PPE. I'm still trying to figure out how I didn't even hear her approach. This girl is a total mind fuck.
Maybe sitting next to her was a bad idea seeing as how she seems to consume me. I literally shut down all other brain activity, including being aware of my surroundings. I need to get my shit together. The only redeeming nugget of knowledge I gained from this interaction was that Gianna has the same struggle. She was just as surprised by Phyllis as I was.
Touringthefactorywasuneventful. It's not my first time being here. I grew up coming here off and on my entire life. The others were thoroughly impressed, and I noted the people who already seemed to know Gianna.
At one point one of the forklift drivers all but ran her over to give her a secret handshake they shared, and it took everything I had not to have the guy fired on the spot. I followed her around like a lost puppy all day. It was utterly pathetic. However, the day wasn't a complete waste. I did learn something. Everyone she spoke with called her "Gigi," like they had been lifelong friends.
I don't consider myself a jealous man seeing as how I can have anything I want but today, I found myself envious of every person she spoke with. I want to know her well enough to call her Gigi, I want her to be excited when she sees me, I want to have secret handshakes, I want everything, and at the moment, I'm reminded of how I have nothing.
Phyllis is wrapping up the tour and letting us know what we can expect upon returning from lunch. I am on a mission to take my girl to lunch today. I didn't stare at her perfect jean-clad ass and mouthwatering toned legs accented with biker boots all day to not have my moment with her. Exiting the warehouse into the main office, everyone breaks off and goes separate ways. I watch as Gianna makes her way to the front lobby leading the group out, and I know I need to make my move.
"Gianna, wait up. I'll walk with you."
Once again, I've caught her off guard, and I can tell she's not thrilled that I called her out. She gives me a once-over and waits, holding the door open with her foot.
"I noticed you already know quite a few people here."
She smiles and nods in agreement. "Well yeah, that will happen when you've worked somewhere for a few months."
"That's right, I forgot you mentioned working here part-time. Speaking of which, why were you only working part-time anyway?"
She's about to respond, but once we reach her car, we spot a bouquet of flowers on her window with a note. That's when I remember she has a boyfriend.
Picking up the flowers, she plucks out the note and reads it. I can't help but strain my eyes to see if I can make it out. It says, "I'm sorry, I won't pressure you again." What the hell does that mean? Are these from the boyfriend?
She sighs, opens the car door, and tosses the flowers in the driver's seat.
"From your boyfriend?" She looks up at me and furrows her brow.
"August, if you have something you want to say, you need to just say it."
My brows shoot up at her forwardness. Normally I don’t like being called out but from her, I like it. Rocking back on my heels, I put my hands in my pockets and clear my throat to speak. The roles are now reversed, and she has caught me off guard.
I start, "Well—"
Suddenly a motorcycle is pulling into the parking lot, loud as hell, and Gianna breaks out into a huge smile before saying, "That's my ride."
She can't be serious right now.
"Gianna, you are not seriously thinking about getting on the back of that thing?" Cocking her head to the side, she looks at me quizzically like I'm crazy.
"Well, yes, that's been the plan. Why did you think I'm wearing biker boots?"
She goes to step around me as some hooligan pulls up on a Harley behind her car. I grab her wrist and pin her with a glare.
"Gianna, I don't want you getting on that bike."
