I woke up feeling a little groggy, but knew I owed it to the three tequila sunrises I had alongside my two glasses of wine at dinner. I got dressed this morning, picking out a nicer black little number I haven't worn outside of a few elegant occasions. I had snazzier competition now, so I had to look the part.
As I walked into work my nerves hit an all time high. Is Alcander going to talk to me today? I grinned like a schoolgirl at the thought..
As soon as I enter my office I drop everything onto my desk chair. As soon as I go to click the door shut, I sneak a gaze into the office across from mine. A figure sits in the chair. As if cuing my glance, the chair swivels around and I see it is Alcander who is, in fact, sitting in his chair. I smile and give a small wave, which is returned with a narrowing of his eyes. He is on the phone, and so I chalk it up to him listening in on the person on the recieving end. I close my office door in order to focus on some work versus staring at Alcander and his snazzy suits.
I am clicking away at my keyboard for what has probably been hours when three light taps on my office door pull me from my mojo. My heart drops in my stomach as soon as Alcander swings the door open. He hangs up his cell phone which was still attatched to his ear and places it on my desk. He clears his throat abruptly, eyeing me like I am a wild animal he is about to pounce on. Predator and it's prey, how fitting. I am on sensory overload right now, neither of us saying anything. Green eyes fixed on brown, tension like electricity in the air between us. He steps closer and I press into the back of my chair instinctually. He closes the distance between us, and leans with both arms onto my desk.
"You going to lunch with me or you just going to keep hacking away at that computer like your life depends on it?" He says smugly
"What an elegant way to ask a lady if she'd like to have a meal with you." I practically sneer.
You've already got miss pink dress, don't be a womanizer now, I think even though I know I want him to want me.
"Well is that a yes?" He smirks and comes around my desk so he is beside my chair.
"You and miss pink dress didn't hit it off so well last night huh?"I accidentally say my thought out loud and clap my hand over my mouth.
"Miss pink dress?" He cocks his head to the side as she had at the restaurant.
"Dorothy is my sister." His eyes dance with wicked amusement as he chuckles lowly. "Come, have a meal with me. I don't bite, unless you ask me to." He holds out a hand to help me out of my chair.
"Why would anyone..." I begin to ask him but the jealousy in me doesn't want to find out why one would want him to bite them..
He drives us to the restaurant, mostly in silence except for some light conversation and the radio in the background. I sensed a kind of tension, almost as if he was eager to be there.
Or maybe, nervous? The hopeless me dreamed on..
I've never been to this little Italian cafe before, so I let him chose the secluded patio seating. I was glad when they sat us at a table next to the torch heaters, for the cool autumn air was beginning to bite at me through my snazzy dress. I am so greatful I wore it now that I am on this lunch date.. well, maybe I shouldn't call it a date.
He props up his elbows on the table and leans his chin onto his clasped fingers...
"Look I know what you saw yesterday, so just tell me exactly what is was that you saw."
But I have no words, I'm shocked into silence at his sudden abruptness. Why hadn't he confronted me last night at dinner? Was it because of his sister? No wonder he had seemed antsy in the car..
