The last time I was in the back seat of Kale’s car, things got a little out of control. As I climbed in this time, I knew it would be better, considering we took care of our needs already. When I looked over at him he flashed me a crooked smile. “Is there a place you have in mind?” He asked. It was his idea to get a drink, didn’t he have somewhere he wanted to go? I shrugged. “I’m not really in a social mood, so nothing too big. Just a little bar would be fine.” “Have you eaten?” The tall man asked, looking ahead at the driver, giving a nod. The car started and we were on the move. “I know a quiet spot that has the best steak. Are you hungry? I know I am.” After the fun we just had, of course he was. “I could use something light,” I said with a soft chuckle. He looked over at me, adjusting his coat. “Oh no.” I blinked. “What is it?” I asked. “You’re acting weird again,” he started. “Is this the part where we act like nothing happened again? Pretend we are nothing more tha
I walked into my office on time today. When I stepped off the elevator Shane was right there, by my side, that second cup of coffee in his hand. “Good morning Raine,” He said as he gave me the cup, keeping up in my steps. “Good Morning Shane,” I said, leading the way. “I didn’t realize we were on a first name basis at work.” He smiled. “Yeah, it's just something I’m trying. Besides, I am not the only one that calls you that. You were just trying to keep me in my place.” I chuckled. He had that right. “Why are you so dressed up?” “I didn’t think you’d notice,” he answered. I stopped, turning to face him. He wore black pants and a blue buttoned up tuck in. There was even a matching jacket. Not quite a suit, but not quite casual. His hair was tamed and I could tell he took a few extra minutes on it today. His cologne was also noticeable, and he left a trail of Ocean Breeze down the aisle. “Of course I’d notice.” For a compliment that wasn’t going to lead to sex, this was as go
I sat at my desk, going over the first part of the proposal that my team would be giving next week. They planned out a timeline as to when each advertisement would take place, being careful not to have them too close or too far apart. They had a few public ideas on how to advertise Paris as well, everything from a Beer Garden to a Dance Party. To be honest, I loved their ideas and had plenty of thoughts of my own that I could add. There was a knock at the office door. “Come in.” I kept my eyes on the screen of my tablet, scrolling through the power point. “I knew you’d be here hard at work,” the old man's voice spoke out to me. My eyes shifted up quickly, as I got to my feet, seeing Mr. Davis in the door. The first thing that came to mind? I was going to strangle the neck of Karen Aguilar. He was with his cane today, wearing a white suit. “Mr. Davis,” I greeted him, walking over to him, taking him by his arm to guide him to a chair at my desk. “You are looking sharp today.” He chu
Kale Spencer and I sat alone at a table in the corner at a coffee shop. My stomach was doing flips and turns, and I was in no mood to enjoy lunch. I ordered water with a lemon wedge at a spot right across the street from Quality Advertising. It made no sense to travel further than that since I wasn’t eating and decided to only give myself thirty minutes for my break. “Do you want to explain what you meant back there?” Kale asked as he waited for his order. Upon exiting the elevator, I told him now wasn’t the time or place to talk about the damage he had just done. I walked ahead, thinking my attitude would be off putting and he’d wander on his own to find lunch. Obviously, that’s not what happened. He instead followed me to my destination, taking a seat with me as if I invited him. He didn’t take the hint. And if he did, he just chose to ignore it. I sat the flowers down on the table, staring at them in thought. No matter which way I looked at it, this was Shane’s fault. I wouldn
The city is starting to calm, and I am sitting here in my office, my mind going over all the men who have seemed to attach themselves to me. It was a close call for me today. I’ve tried to keep my nose clean and stay out of trouble, but I obviously wasn’t trying hard enough. I had to be honest with myself. I liked the attention that both Kale and Shane gave me, but it wasn’t worth the life that I built. I needed to end it with both of them. I sat in my office chair, legs crossed, one beautiful rose to my nose and I stared out the window in thought. There was a knock at the door, and I could already guess who it was. “Raine,” his voice is soft, and apologetic. I said nothing, allowing him to step closer to me. “Raine, about today…” I spun around, staring Shane in his young face before shaking my head slightly. “I agreed to go along with this because I thought you could be discreet…” “I can,” he said, “I didn’t expect this to be such a fiasco.” “That is not true,” I answered, “Tha
I'm not sure if I was the only one feeling this way, but sitting here with these three men was causing my armpits to sweat. Any of them could say something that could make this breakfast a nightmare. Shane and Kale sat across from each other, while Mr. Davis sat across from me. The rustic square table we sat at seemed too small for all four of us, and I wasn't just referring to our sizes, but our attitudes. There was something in the air, and it felt like war."This waitress sure is taking her time isn't she," I murmur underneath my breath. In my head the faster we got our food, the less talking and eye intimidation that would take place, and likely that we would only be here a mere thirty minutes."So, Mr. Harley," the old man was the first to speak up. "You've been with us a few weeks now, how is it going working with Ms. McClaren."
He followed me home, like a lost puppy. He said nothing, but I kept catching him looking at me, stealing his glances. There was something soft in his eyes, as well as concern. When the cab pulled up to my house, I expected him to stay behind, but there he was. I unlocked the main door, turning around to face him. “You don’t have to stay,” I said to him. “The cab hasn’t pulled off yet, you can catch it.” “I don’t want to.” He stepped up to me, eyes looking down at me. Man, was I a sucker for tall men. I walked away, leaving the door wide open. He followed closely behind. I kicked off my heels and walked over to the couch, tossing my body against it, my face deep into the pillows. I groaned as my stomach twisted again.“Can I get you anything?” Shane asked. He hadn’t found a spot to get comfortable, choosing to stand off by the sliding door that led out to the backyard and pool. When I turned my head to look at him, I had to hold my gasp. The sun gleamed in through the clear glass, sh
SHANE’S POV She’s very clean. I can think of a few young women off the top of my head who looked as if they were very clean and organized people, but being faced with their rooms and or households you were quick to learn that wasn’t true. Raine always wore the right, tight clothes. The things that she knew fit with her body well, that would make her stand out, no matter where she was or who she was with. I noticed that she played with colors, her makeup always matching the same shades as her clothing.She was a heel girl. Though she wore them all the time, I could see the relief she got from the very short foot massage I gave her. She thrived off coffee, and being the smartest person in the room, or at least pretending to be. She was tough and didn’t scare easy. She was als very dedicated to her career. These are all things that any person could gather about her, if you just watched. But when it comes to me, I did more than just watch. I observed, deeply. If she wasn’t going to