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We found two seats that were empty because they didn’t pay the staff nearly enough to show the guests to their table. We found a great seat by the window though, with only two seats, so we didn't have to worry about anyone joining us. But as I sat down and took in the view, I almost wished that someone would interrupt us and stop him from doing what he wanted to do.
“What do you want to eat?” he asked as he once again took off his jacket and draped it across the chair.
I looked up and saw the menu that he was handing over to me, and I was almost too afraid to accept it because somehow this all eerily felt as though I was willingly signing my death warrant. Still, I accepted the menu from him and took a quick perusal, but I didn't have to since I knew what I wanted. It was their most popular turkey, chicken, and beef sandwich, and there was just no need to go through more thought than was necessary, even though it was very likely that I would end up having it wrapped to go.
He ordered a basic chicken sandwich as though he didn’t give it much thought, and once again, I was convinced of my suspicions. He was obviously distracted, and this was so unusual for someone like him.
Shutting my eyes, I pushed the menu aside after placing my order and leaned back against the chair.
“What’s going on with you?”
He sounded sincere but I couldn’t help but wonder if he was just trying to make small talk. He should just come out and say why he wanted to come here, and the moment he did, I would be ready to fight him back with whatever I could.
As I looked at him, I felt my heart shift in my chest, and I knew the last thing in the world I wanted was to fight him. So, Idecided to be the first one to take the first step into stopping the blow. After all, when he landed his, it truly might be too late.
And so I straightened, squared my shoulders, and found my courage.
“Don’t fire me,” I said, and he had just been about to lift his cup of coffee to his lips.
“What?” he asked, his eyebrows nearly shooting up to his hairline.
I sighed. “I know what this is... at least I think I do, and I just want to let you know that truly there’s no need for it. I know things haven’t been as awkward-free as they were before London, but it's just because it’s still new. I think we’re doing pretty well. It’s not uncomfortable for us to work together, at least it’s not uncomfortable for me to work with you, and I hope it’s the same for you. But if it’s not, I assure you that it can be fixed, and with time, it will be as though nothing ever happened between us.”
After my mini-mental breakdown, I found the courage to look at him, but as usual, I couldn’t read his expression in any way. It was as though he was trying to slowly process all I had just said and had his full focus on me. I hated it. My stomach was churning, and I felt like I was going to faint. I released another deep breath and accepted the reality that I had cost Sophie her job, but it would be alright because I swore to find her a better one that offered even more pay.
“You think I brought you here to fire you?” he asked, and for a moment, I was stumped because that in no way was the response I was expecting. I mean, I expected, ‘You’re quite perceptive,’ or ‘You've always been able to read my mind,’ but the accusation was thrown back in my face as though it weren’t true. I couldn’t even consider the possibility that it wasn’t.
“Yeah,” I replied, my eyes somewhat shifty.
However, as he continued to watch me, something began to tug at my heart because unless I was looking too hard, it felt as though the corners of his mouth were slightly curved in a smile.
“W-what?” I found myself stuttering.
His response was calm. “I didn’t come here to fire you,” he said, however, this was incredibly difficult to believe.
“Um… uh… okay. So why are we here then?” I looked around at the bistro in confusion.
“To eat, just like I said. I invite you out to eat, and you conclude that I'm going to fire you?”
I looked at him, and for a while, considered that maybe this was a dream. I had fallen asleep on my desk, and I was being punished by thinking I was being fired. This was what was happening, right?
And so I shook my head slightly, and at this, he smiled.
“Relax, I know it’s a bit strange that I’m coming out in the middle of my workday to eat, but I just want a slight change of environment. I can afford one hour today for a late breakfast. I don’t have anything pressing, do I?”
He always had something pressing, I thought to myself. In short, his clearing off the hour for this meeting or whatever right now was at the cost of the very pressing meeting with the investment team that was supposed to have been held. But instead, here he was very clearly amused and taunting me.
“Uh… okay,” I said, choosing now to completely shut my brain off since I couldn’t make sense of anything that was happening. So all I could do was let it all pan out however it wanted, which was the plan from the very beginning.
Shaking my head, I picked at the napkin under my water glass to clear my head. This worked for a little while, and I was beginning to settle down, happy that he was ignoring this particular flight of lunacy. But then suddenly, he leaned forward and settled his hand on mine.
I was a bit taken aback at the move, but thankfully, I didn’t pull my hand away. It was because, one, I was shocked, and second, his hand was warm, big, and strong against mine, and as my gaze lowered, I was mesmerized by how it completely covered mine. As a result, my heart skipped several beats, and this was in no way beneficial to my current state of mind.
I looked at him then, and this time around, he smiled. He actually smiled, and I truly didn't know what to think or do with myself for that matter.
“Why are you nervous?” he asked.
Many thoughts and questions came to mind, which I thankfully shut down quickly and didn’t voice out loud. Why are you touching me? Why are you watching my face? Why are you smiling at me? Please stop before I lose my head once again. I’m currently barely holding it together. Jeesh, I really couldn’t wait for this week to be over, but at the same time, I stared as I realized that I was also dreading the end with all my heart. I loved spending time with him, loved admiring him, and I would give anything to have his dick in my mouth again just so I could see that gorgeous look on his face again.
