Sweet Rush

Seven

The sun peaking through my drapes pulls me from my sleep, lightly causing my eyes to flutter open and admire the lit space around. The constant cycle of waking up and going to work is wearing thin at this point and being accused has thrown in a dash of disgust. Luckily, there was word around the bar that Senior Pritchard would be back and hopefully he is because his heir can't seem to hold it down. It's been about a week since the accusation and I've been tense ever since. Work has now become an uncomfortable environment as I'm now apparently 'the thief'.

Jane hasn't said anything to me since the day of the accusation, not like I would let him either unless it's an apology.

I stroll into the bar, thankfully on time, and prepare to start my shift. Out of curiosity I look up to the over head office and there is the bastard staring right back at me. I hold his gaze, challenging him, if I was so guilty how was I making this much eye contact with him?

He breaks the staring game that we've established by turning away and heading for the door of the office. I silently pray that he won't make his way down here because I don't believe I will be able to hold my tongue. I continue with my work before hearing his voice. Based on how loud it is I can tell he's very close.

"There's going to be an investigation into this. I just wanted to let you know."

"Yeah thanks for giving me the heads up but I don't know why though it's not like I had anything to do with that missing money." I snap, unable to hold in my annoyance any longer. In doing so, I sneak a glance at him up close. He's in dark grey slacks and a white button up, which adorns his body like God himself stitched every thread. His veiny caramel forearms are visible and the rest is veiled by the rolled up sleeves of his shirt. His Adam's apple bobs up and back into place as he watches me, eyes like a coconut bronzed lake, deep but too dangerous to dive in.

"Well, we'll wait until the investigation says otherwise." Jane says and if I wasn't so preoccupied with my anger, I would've believed that the shallowness of my breathing was because of him, but we don't know for sure.

"And what happens then?" the question erupts out of nowhere but I find myself awaiting his answer with eager.

"Are you saying that you did it?" he gets closer to me, and I move backward, unsure of what his intentions are. Also I don't want to be proclaimed as his work mistress so I keep adequate space between us.

"I'm not quite sure if you have a hearing problem but those words never came from my lips." my response comes out as a whisper and his taut eyes descend to my lips then take a stroll down my face and back up to my dark brown orbs. This ordeal has me sprinting for my next breath, fickle and my knees as useless as noodles.

He moves forward causing his waist and my torso to align, his white shirt brushes my bare stomach, compliments of my crop top, and my sprint becomes nothing, my next breath is too far to keep up with. He leans his head over to my ear, getting his lips so close to the point I can feel the warmness of his breath kissing my neck and right ear.

"I do have a thing for bad girls, I'm hoping you don't let me down." he whispers slowly before moving away from my body and swiftly disappearing from my sight. The way in which he left with such speed baffles me but not more than what his words did.

What does that even mean? Did he actually think I stole that money? And what if I did he would apparently be into me?

Yeah I think senior Pritchard needs to get back here and run his bar because I think Jane has gone off the rails.

It has now come to the end of my shift which I'm dreading because Blair decided to call me in the middle of my shift to let me know that she wasn't feeling well and had to head home. All I can think about is her wellbeing as we don't just leave each other over a little nausea or tummy ache so I know this must be brutal.