Run, Baby Run

Chapter One

"Are you..okay?"

Lacey watched as he inched forward, his eye brows crinkled with confusion. She clutched her stomach, and the awful feeling had left. It was replaced my nervousness. She felt more blood rush to her cheeks, thinking about how she just barfed in his garbage. What would he think of her now? Hesitantly she glanced up to brown eyes. When she first saw him, she was stunned. When Lacey was expecting a balding man in late forties who had a stomach that over lapped his pants, instead she saw a tall, broad shoulder, extremely handsome man who couldn't be a day older that twenty four. She had never thought brown eyes could be so pretty. They looked like a swirl of carmel and chocolate mixed together. His nose was straight, and he had a strong jawline. Tate's light brown hair was cropped short and slightly spiked. It was apparent that he hasn't shaved in a few days, due to the stubble on his chin. He was very manly, to say the least. She made a fool of herself when she started to ramble on, she was sure of it. It was a bad habit, Lacey always rambled and did weird hand motions when she got nervous or embarrassed. He sent her a questioning smile, and tilted his head to the side. His smile, for some reason made her heart jump. Slowly she returned a small smile, still not knowing why he would be smiling.

"Yes, I'm okay now, I just didn't feel well...um, I'm sorry again."

She apologized. His dug his hands in his black suit pants and shrugged.

"Don't worry..my secretary can replace the garbage bag. Now lets get to business."

Lacey felt his tone turn from slightly friendly to complete business. It was the real reason she was here. She wiped her mouth once more still feeling the horrible aftertaste. Tate walked over towards the door and opened it. She heard him say 'Could you come here,' to whoever was outside the room. He looked back and shot me a reassuring smile. She waited until a middle age women hurried in to replace the bag. When she had left he motioned for me to sit down on the long, rectangle table. She quickly took a seat as he sat across. Her palms felt sweaty and my throat felt dry. The panic Lacey was feeling minuets earlier had returned. She held her hands together on the table to keep them from fidgeting. Papers were scattered across the table and folders were stacked off to the side. She heard him sigh before picking one of the papers off the table.