Eat up

Chapter 3

Enzo Grey

It's my first day of work and I'm so tired. Carlson has made sure I don't have free time. My back hurts like hell. I'm just from attending a meeting with him and finally it was time for my break, I can't be more happier. Just when I was about to go out for Lunch, the phone on my desk rang, I was tempted to ignore it because it is my lunch break but I couldn't.

"Coleman Group ltd, how may I help you?" I asked as politely as I could.

"Come to my office." The caller disconnected after ordering me. I'm beginning to think this job is a mistake, I've always felt that way but right now the feeling is deeper, way deeper.

I stood up and dusted the invisible dust on my shirt and went to his office, "You called,"

"I just got a call, I have a meeting right now, you are coming with me." Carlson said.

"But it's my lunch break, I'm not supposed to work during my break." I don't know if he has forgotten the policies of his own company but I had to remind him.

"Do you expect me to go alone? It's also my lunch break but here I am preparing for work." He bit back.

"Okay." I mumbled and went back to my office, I packed my stuff and met him standing in front of his office.

We both walked out of the company. I envy everyone who wasn't working in the same space as him, they were having their lunch and yet here I am going to work.

"Where is the meeting going to take place? I need to write it down, I'll need to give you a round down of what you've done this week and the meetings you've attended." I said while fishing out my jotter and pen.

"You'll see when we get there." He said.

Of course, what was I expecting from him, he never makes my job easy. I shut the jotter and decided to close my eyes. I leaned into the seat and shut my eyes. I could feel eyes burning one side of my face, I don't know why he was staring at me.

"Enzo I....." The driver hit the brakes so hard I almost fell if not for Carlson's hands that were wrapped around my waist. He pulled back into my seat but didn't take his hands off.

"What was that? Drive carefully!" He scolded his driver.

"I'm sorry boss but a biker just drove past a car cutting into my lane." The driver explained.

"But be careful." His voice was softer now. He turned to me, "Are you okay?" I nodded, unable to speak because I don't understand why he helped me. "Enzo, why would you sit in a car without buckling your seatbelt? Are you crazy? What if I didn't catch you in time?" He looks really angry, I've never seen him like that.

"I forgot," I mumbled and tried to free myself from his hold but he tightened his grip. "Carlson let go," he finally did, but not before helping me put my seatbelt on.

"Thank you." I grip the herm of my shirt, my heart was pounding in my chest, I decided to look at the passing buildings outside, this might help me calm down.....

Thirty minutes later we were standing in front of a seven star restaurant. Carlson placed his hand on my back and guided me into the restaurant. I didn't bother to remove his hand, he still looked pissed.

"Good afternoon sir, do you have a reservation?" A waiter standing by the door asked.

"Under Carlson Coleman." He replied.

The waiter looks through his iPad, "Ahh yes, right this way sir." The waiter guides us through the VIP section of the restaurant.

He took us to a room, "Please make yourselves comfortable, someone will be here in a minute." He said and left.

I quickly took out my jotter and wrote down the name of the restaurant. I can still feel Carlson staring at me.

"You've been staring at me for a while now, is there something you want to say? And what were you about to say in the car before the incident happened? I heard you call my name in the car."

"It's nothing, forget about it." He said.

I stared at him but then looked away, I don't want to make him angrier than he already was. "If you'll excuse me, I'll use the bathroom really quickly and be back." He nods and waves me off.

I rolled my eyes and left. With the help of a waitress I was able to find the bathroom. I finished my business but didn't leave, how could I when my heart was beating like crazy. "Why do you have to be a jerk?"

I stare at my reflection in the mirror, I am not ugly, I'm in good shape, I know I can get any man I want but why is my heart only beating for him? Why is my heart after someone I can never have? Someone I hate, someone who has made my life a living hell, I'm hopeless, someone who has made it clear in the past that he was straight.

I breathed in and out, carried a handful of water and splash on my face, took some tissues and dabbed the water off, washed my hands and left the bathroom. When I arrived at the VIP room, Carlson had ordered my favorite dishes, I don't why he did it or how he knew or if it's just a coincidence.

"The meeting has been cancelled, he said something came up." Carlson said.

"If the meeting has been cancelled then why are we still here and why did you order so much?" I don't understand.

"Just shut up and eat up, I don't have all day, I don't want you complaining about how I took your lunch break and made you work." He said arrogantly.

I shut up and started eating, I wasn't going to let his words affect me, I'm hungry and I need food.

After the heartfelt lunch, we went back to the office and Carlson was back to being a torn in my flesh. Here I am in his office looking for a document I'm not sure exists.

"Where did you say you kept it?" I asked him, he was sitting behind his desk and staring at me as I walked around from shelf to shelf looking for the file.

I stand on my toes trying to reach the top of a shelf, he said it was a brown file and the only brown file I've seen is at the top of the shelf. It's moments like this that make me curse at my height.

I tried jumping but I still couldn't reach it, "It wouldn't kill you to ask for help." I startled, almost falling. Luckily, he caught me on time again. It wasn't the voice that startled me, it was the closeness.

My hands are on his chest while he has his wrapped around my waist again. "You are always clumsy, if you continue like this you might end up in the hospital." Why is his voice so soft and soothing?

He held my chin and forced me to stare at him in the eyes, "I uhm.... Carlson..." He grabbed my butt cheek with one hand while the other hand was still on my waist.

"Be careful, I might not be here next time," suddenly I was hit on the face with the brown file. He let go of me and stepped away going to his desk while I stood there still trying to comprehend what just happened.

What was that? Why is he behaving like that? Is Carlson flirting with me? I must be overthinking it, there's no way Carlson was flirting with me, he is straight, straighter than an uncooked spaghetti.

I clear my throat, "I guess that's the file you were looking for," he nods. I excused myself and returned to my desk.

Carlson didn't call me back into his office which is a good thing because I don't want to see his face.