There’s a strangeness around him that I’ve never been able to figure out. Even after working with him for a while, I still can’t put my finger on it.
Once we are in front of my apartment door, I struggle with the right thing to say to him.
Honestly, I don’t want him coming inside. Taking my keys, I open the door and lay them on the inside table, frowning at the remembrance of Nik’s anger this morning. He’d destroyed everything that had been sitting on it. Luckily, I cleaned up all the mess before I left for work. I wouldn’t want Evan to walk in and see it.
“Where do you want me to put this?” he asks from behind me.
“The bar in the kitchen is fine. Thanks.”
Evan smiles and walks toward the kitchen. “You need to get out of those wet clothes before you get sick.”
“I’m fine. I’ll grab a hot shower and change in a bit anyways.” I’m hoping he gets the clue to leave when I hand him his jacket, but he doesn’t.
“Why don’t you go have your shower and I’ll fix us some plates?”
Son of a bitch!
“Oh, um… all right. I’ll just be a minute,” I say nervously.
“Take your time. Everything is still hot anyways.”
Closing my bedroom door, I secure the lock and begin the painful process of stripping off the dress I’m wearing. It is one of my favorites, and now it’s ruined. Fitting, I guess, since so is my life.
After a quick, hot shower, I throw on a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt, and hurry to run a brush through my long hair. I’m not worried what I look like. Evan’s not someone I care to impress.
It smells like an Italian restaurant in my apartment. As I turn from the hallway, I see Evan place the last of the food on a plate. He already has everything laid out for us. I hate to be rude and ask him to leave. He did go through all this trouble anyways.
“Feel better?” He spots me from out of the corner of his eye and turns to give me an appreciative once over.
I’m wearing yoga pants, not lingerie, dipshit!
“Yes, much better. Let’s eat,” I say, wanting to get this over with.
Neither of us talks much over dinner other than to exchange a few words about how delicious the food is, and before long, I’m stuffed. I’m grateful that after he helps clean everything up, he picks up his jacket to leave.
“Well, I guess I will leave you to pack. Remember, I’ll have someone pick you up at eight.”
“I’ll be ready. Thank you for dinner and the ride home, Evan,” I say opening the door.
“Anytime.” He winks and turns to walk out the door.
Perhaps I’ve misjudged him. Maybe he isn’t so bad after all.
“Champagne, Miss?” the female flight attendant asks as she hands me a glass of champagne.
“Oh, no, thank you,” I reply, waving her off.
“Take the drink, Kylie,” Evan insists.
Hesitantly, I reach over to take the glass from her hand and thank her.
“You really should relax, you know?”
“Sorry, it’s just that I’m not accustomed to drinking while at work.”
“Well, think of this as more of a celebration and not work.”
“Celebration?” I laugh, unable to mask my confusion.
“I happen to think this is kind of celebration. Without your hard work, I would have never finished my presentation.”
“It wasn’t anything. I was only doing my job.”
“Don’t be modest, Kylie. I happen to see great things taking place in your future.” Clinking his glass to mine, he smiles. “Cheers, beautiful.”
I clench my glass hard as the words roll off his lips. There is something with this guy, but I can’t put my finger on it.
“Cheers.”
His heated eyes never leave me as I lift my glass up to take a drink. Nervously, I look away, trying to sort through the awkwardness that this now places between us. Most girls would be thrilled to have such a hot guy flirting with her, so what is wrong with me? Nik is obviously nothing but a fucking two-timing jerkoff. It’s over for good between us. There’s nothing holding me back from
Once we are in front of my apartment door, I struggle with the right thing to say to him.
Honestly, I don’t want him coming inside. Taking my keys, I open the door and lay them on the inside table, frowning at the remembrance of Nik’s anger this morning. He’d destroyed everything that had been sitting on it. Luckily, I cleaned up all the mess before I left for work. I wouldn’t want Evan to walk in and see it.
“Where do you want me to put this?” he asks from behind me.
“The bar in the kitchen is fine. Thanks.”
Evan smiles and walks toward the kitchen. “You need to get out of those wet clothes before you get sick.”
“I’m fine. I’ll grab a hot shower and change in a bit anyways.” I’m hoping he gets the clue to leave when I hand him his jacket, but he doesn’t.
“Why don’t you go have your shower and I’ll fix us some plates?”
Son of a bitch!
“Oh, um… all right. I’ll just be a minute,” I say nervously.
“Take your time. Everything is still hot anyways.”
Closing my bedroom door, I secure the lock and begin the painful process of stripping off the dress I’m wearing. It is one of my favorites, and now it’s ruined. Fitting, I guess, since so is my life.
After a quick, hot shower, I throw on a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt, and hurry to run a brush through my long hair. I’m not worried what I look like. Evan’s not someone I care to impress.
It smells like an Italian restaurant in my apartment. As I turn from the hallway, I see Evan place the last of the food on a plate. He already has everything laid out for us. I hate to be rude and ask him to leave. He did go through all this trouble anyways.
“Feel better?” He spots me from out of the corner of his eye and turns to give me an appreciative once over.
I’m wearing yoga pants, not lingerie, dipshit!
“Yes, much better. Let’s eat,” I say, wanting to get this over with.
Neither of us talks much over dinner other than to exchange a few words about how delicious the food is, and before long, I’m stuffed. I’m grateful that after he helps clean everything up, he picks up his jacket to leave.
“Well, I guess I will leave you to pack. Remember, I’ll have someone pick you up at eight.”
“I’ll be ready. Thank you for dinner and the ride home, Evan,” I say opening the door.
“Anytime.” He winks and turns to walk out the door.
Perhaps I’ve misjudged him. Maybe he isn’t so bad after all.
“Champagne, Miss?” the female flight attendant asks as she hands me a glass of champagne.
“Oh, no, thank you,” I reply, waving her off.
“Take the drink, Kylie,” Evan insists.
Hesitantly, I reach over to take the glass from her hand and thank her.
“You really should relax, you know?”
“Sorry, it’s just that I’m not accustomed to drinking while at work.”
“Well, think of this as more of a celebration and not work.”
“Celebration?” I laugh, unable to mask my confusion.
“I happen to think this is kind of celebration. Without your hard work, I would have never finished my presentation.”
“It wasn’t anything. I was only doing my job.”
“Don’t be modest, Kylie. I happen to see great things taking place in your future.” Clinking his glass to mine, he smiles. “Cheers, beautiful.”
I clench my glass hard as the words roll off his lips. There is something with this guy, but I can’t put my finger on it.
“Cheers.”
His heated eyes never leave me as I lift my glass up to take a drink. Nervously, I look away, trying to sort through the awkwardness that this now places between us. Most girls would be thrilled to have such a hot guy flirting with her, so what is wrong with me? Nik is obviously nothing but a fucking two-timing jerkoff. It’s over for good between us. There’s nothing holding me back from
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