you time, but you haven’t talked to me. Please tell me why you’re mad, what did I do?” His blue eyes are filled with sincerity and he truly looks disheveled.
“You didn't do anything. I'm sorry, it’s just me, I was being too sensitive.”
“Are you sure? We’re okay?” I nod and give him a smile.
Damn, if he isn’t the sexiest man I have ever laid my eyes on. “Well, good, now that we have that behind us, let’s go! Allen, Axel, and I are grabbing a few slices at Sals and you’re coming with us.”
Something is off. Sitting here with Allen, Camaron, and Samantha, I know that something is off. I look between all of them and notice that Samantha, the self-proclaimed Queen of Food, is eating a salad. What the hell ? She is actually nibbling on it like a rabbit. I know I haven’t known her long, but something isn’t right. I mean, damn, at Kester's she ordered pizza with four extra sides. I look over at Camaron and he is shoveling his slices in his face and staring at the waitress like nothing is wrong. I clear my throat and try to break the tension.
“So, Samantha, I hear you want to be an author?”
Before she even opens her mouth to speak, Camaron chimes in, “Dude, it’s Sam, not Samantha. She doesn't like being called Samantha and she will be an author. Once she gets settled, she’ll start writing that bestselling novel she has in her mind.”
I look at him. “Well, thank you, prick, I didn't realize I was talking to you.” I turn my attention back to the gorgeous woman sitting across from me. “Now, Samantha, and ONLY Samantha, what exactly do you like to write?”
She looks up at me with the sexiest smirk that I have ever seen on her face. She is trying not to laugh at my comments toward Camaron and she keeps biting her bottom lip. “I mainly write paranormal. I’ve written some short stories, but I haven’t found my WOW idea yet.”
“So, you write about vampires and shit?” Her face is serious and then she belts out a laugh that has Camaron turning his head and staring at her with amusement.
“Yeah, Axel, I write about vampires and shit.” I can’t help but join in on her laughter and just shake my head.
The rest of lunch drastically improved after that, the tension was gone. Every now and then, I could see Samantha staring off into space or looking at the pizza—I don’t think her salad was what she wanted. As the waitress brought our checks, I see Camaron reach for his wallet and say, “Damn, I forgot my wallet. Could you cover it this time, babe?”
Without hesitation Samantha just reaches for his check and gets up to pay.
“Dude, seriously, you’re gonna make her pay for your fucking lunch?”
Camaron just looks at me and shrugs his shoulder. “I have plans this week and don’t have the extra cash. No worries, Sam’s got it I'll pay her back.” I shake my head because, honestly, I have never seen him be such a douche.
I mean, yes, he’s a womanizer, but, damn, to take from your friend like that, it’s just a douche move. We all pay and head out, but I tell them I’ll meet them back at the shop as I have things to get done. I head back to the counter and buy a slice of pepperoni and a side of bake ziti to go. Walking into the office, I make a beeline down the hall toward the offices and stop in front of Samantha’s door. We’re supposed to be meeting about increasing sales, but we can push that back a little.
As I open the door, I see her rummaging through her purse mumbling to herself, “Where be that damn candy bar?”
I can’t help it, this girl has me laughing at every turn. She looks up from her purse and starts to turn red. “I don’t have a candy bar, but I do have a slice of peperoni and a side of baked ziti.”
She still is red and shakes her head at me. “I can’t eat that, Axel. I just ate a salad.”
“I highly doubt that lettuce filled you up. Who the hell eats just lettuce for lunch?”
“Barbie’s.
“You didn't do anything. I'm sorry, it’s just me, I was being too sensitive.”
“Are you sure? We’re okay?” I nod and give him a smile.
Damn, if he isn’t the sexiest man I have ever laid my eyes on. “Well, good, now that we have that behind us, let’s go! Allen, Axel, and I are grabbing a few slices at Sals and you’re coming with us.”
Something is off. Sitting here with Allen, Camaron, and Samantha, I know that something is off. I look between all of them and notice that Samantha, the self-proclaimed Queen of Food, is eating a salad. What the hell ? She is actually nibbling on it like a rabbit. I know I haven’t known her long, but something isn’t right. I mean, damn, at Kester's she ordered pizza with four extra sides. I look over at Camaron and he is shoveling his slices in his face and staring at the waitress like nothing is wrong. I clear my throat and try to break the tension.
“So, Samantha, I hear you want to be an author?”
Before she even opens her mouth to speak, Camaron chimes in, “Dude, it’s Sam, not Samantha. She doesn't like being called Samantha and she will be an author. Once she gets settled, she’ll start writing that bestselling novel she has in her mind.”
I look at him. “Well, thank you, prick, I didn't realize I was talking to you.” I turn my attention back to the gorgeous woman sitting across from me. “Now, Samantha, and ONLY Samantha, what exactly do you like to write?”
She looks up at me with the sexiest smirk that I have ever seen on her face. She is trying not to laugh at my comments toward Camaron and she keeps biting her bottom lip. “I mainly write paranormal. I’ve written some short stories, but I haven’t found my WOW idea yet.”
“So, you write about vampires and shit?” Her face is serious and then she belts out a laugh that has Camaron turning his head and staring at her with amusement.
“Yeah, Axel, I write about vampires and shit.” I can’t help but join in on her laughter and just shake my head.
The rest of lunch drastically improved after that, the tension was gone. Every now and then, I could see Samantha staring off into space or looking at the pizza—I don’t think her salad was what she wanted. As the waitress brought our checks, I see Camaron reach for his wallet and say, “Damn, I forgot my wallet. Could you cover it this time, babe?”
Without hesitation Samantha just reaches for his check and gets up to pay.
“Dude, seriously, you’re gonna make her pay for your fucking lunch?”
Camaron just looks at me and shrugs his shoulder. “I have plans this week and don’t have the extra cash. No worries, Sam’s got it I'll pay her back.” I shake my head because, honestly, I have never seen him be such a douche.
I mean, yes, he’s a womanizer, but, damn, to take from your friend like that, it’s just a douche move. We all pay and head out, but I tell them I’ll meet them back at the shop as I have things to get done. I head back to the counter and buy a slice of pepperoni and a side of bake ziti to go. Walking into the office, I make a beeline down the hall toward the offices and stop in front of Samantha’s door. We’re supposed to be meeting about increasing sales, but we can push that back a little.
As I open the door, I see her rummaging through her purse mumbling to herself, “Where be that damn candy bar?”
I can’t help it, this girl has me laughing at every turn. She looks up from her purse and starts to turn red. “I don’t have a candy bar, but I do have a slice of peperoni and a side of baked ziti.”
She still is red and shakes her head at me. “I can’t eat that, Axel. I just ate a salad.”
“I highly doubt that lettuce filled you up. Who the hell eats just lettuce for lunch?”
“Barbie’s.
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