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Thank you universe!I asked for a spark but this right here is a fully fanned flame. She finally stands after a minute or two of heavy breathing, my eyes trailing every step she takes as she walks towards the reception desk. I try not to stare, especially when her hands move from holding her chest to pulling her hair back behind her ear exposing her beautiful neck and shoulders. But wait a sec….
I swear I know that face. Where have I seen that face? And then the memory hits me like a ton of bricks.
“Have fun exercising patience while you wait for another!”
Her giggles fill my memory and I instantly start feeling better about today. It really is a small world.
She talks with the receptionist for a minute or two before dropping her head down onto her arms, which rests against the countertop. A few seconds later and she’s walking over towards me, an exhausted smile plastered across her face. I quickly pick up the newspaper sitting next to my coffee mug and cover my face with it. My eyes stayed glued on it, as she takes a seat beside me. The smell of her perfume drifts around me, and I can’t help but inhale deeply. She smells good. Really good.
I turn in her direction, lowering the newspaper just below my eye level so I can see her perfectly. Her eyes meet mine for a brief moment, before they drift away as she leans back in her chair, resting her head against the cushion. God, her eyes are so green. They look like gemstones. Beautiful to say the least with more than enough wit and mischief to match.
“Nice perfume.” I find myself saying, my lips moving faster before my brain can catch up with them.
“Thanks.” She whispers without turning her head in my direction.
“And beautiful eyes.”
I still have the newspaper covering my face so she doesn’t recognize me yet. From the corner of my eye, I can see her turn in my direction but she doesn’t say a thing. She just stares at me, those green eyes boring straight through me, her expression unreadable, and then she shifts slightly in her chair and turns her gaze back towards the front door. Finally, I lower my newspaper and look at her again, and sure enough, her eyes are still glued on the glass.
“So, what brings you here?”
That seems to get her attention. She looks towards me and the look of surprise that crosses her features makes me smirk. It’s priceless.
“You!” She says in an almost accusatory tone. My smirk only grows wider as she raises her eyebrows in a questioning manner.
“Not quite the response I was expecting but that will do. I’m ‘patient’, remember?”
She rolls her eyes and kisses her teeth, ignoring my teasing comment completely.
“Let me try again. I’m Liam. Liam Denver.” I hold my hand out, enjoying the fact she’s clearly irked by my actions, which only motivates me to push further. “Nice to meet you. Miss Coffee mugger.”
The way her eyebrow twitches again is drop dead comical, and I have to bite my tongue to stop the laughter that threatens to burst out of me.
“The last thing I need right now is some weirdo trying to hit on me, thank you very much.”
Ouch! That hurt. Feels like someone kicked me in the ribs.Hit on her? I would rather choke on my own vomit.
“Not the right way to talk to someone who you stole from. I could have you arrested for stealing.”
She scoffs at my words and shakes her head. “What do you want?”
“I don’t know. An apology or something?”
I find myself gradually getting annoyed. Her attitude pisses me off. I’m not really used to having ladies walk all over me like this, and it’s starting to wear on my nerves. Sure, her reaction is expected—but c’mon. With my suave demeanor, she should be head over heels excited that I’m trying to have a conversation with her.
“How do I put this nicely?” She starts with a sarcastic laugh, “Not in your life.”
I’m halfway through a sarcastic comeback when my phone chimes on the table next to us. I snatch it up, checking the text message and grimacing at the sight, before looking back at her. As much as I want to stay in the conversation, I really need to take this call. I stand up abruptly and start making my way to my office, leaving my half full coffee behind. But not before hearing her ask the receptionist if ‘the boss’ is back in his office, and if she could finally have her interview.
Guess who “The Boss” is?...
Me!...Today just keeps getting better and better.
Chapter9
Lily
The road to the CEO’s office is a long one, not least because my mind keeps playing with different ways and reasons why I won’t get the job:
