One Shots with Chris Evans

My Favorite Mistake

My hands brush lightly against the vanity of the hotel suite, my mind getting lost in the day's events as the others in the room continue along in the hustle and bustle of the insanity that is a wedding day.

My wedding day.

The butterflies that flit around in my stomach are not those of nerves, but of pure excitement to begin my future with the love of my life: Porter Dutton. The next two hours would be pure torture.

Porter and I met when I interviewed for a receptionist position at his law firm. He asked me what felt like a million questions, ending with just one that would truly turn my world upside down.

"Have dinner with me?"

I remember laughing, thinking he was trying to lighten the mood of the strenuous, nerve wracking task that is competing for a job. But his strong green eyes and the quirk of his brow told me a different story.

"If I say no, will I not get the job?"

He tries to hide a smile behind his clenched fist. "Actually that position was filled this morning by a colleague of mine."

My laughter stops, a frown taking over my features. "Might should've led with that, or at least had the courtesy to call me and cancel," I say, agitation lacing my tone as I stand, smoothing out my skirt.

Porter rises just as quickly, coming around his large mahogany desk. "You're right, but if you had been hired then I wouldn't get an opportunity to ask you out. Fraternization policy and all of that."

"I'm not looking for a boyfriend, Mr. Dutton. I'm looking for a job and you just wasted my time." Turning on my three inch heels I stomp out of his office, ignoring the steps following behind me.

"Miss Bennett!" his voice getting louder as I stand, waiting for the elevator.

I stare up at the lit up numbers, willing the lift to move quicker. No such luck.

The impeccably dressed man stands next to me, causing me to give him the tiniest glance before I roll my eyes. He's seriously acting as though he's waiting for the elevator as well.

"Dinner, Miss Bennett, as an apology."

The doors slide open to reveal a large group of people waiting to also go down to the first floor. I slip in easily, leaving no room for the man in front of me. "No thank you, Mr. Dutton. Have a nice day," and the doors close.

The following day I received a random phone call from another law firm, offering me an assistant position without asking me a single question. I remember balking at the offer, confused until the man on the line mentioned a high influence reference from one Porter Dutton.

On my first official day I was met with a dozen red roses sitting on my desk. I assumed it was something to help liven up the rather dull office until I saw a small card with 'Miss Bennett' written across it.

Another apology, accompanied by a phone number and the name Porter Dutton.

I plucked the card from the holder, pulling the plastic stick out as well, and dropped both of them in the garbage.

"Someone must be proud of you," a voice makes his presence known.

I lift my eyes from the garbage can next to my desk to find an attractive man walking towards me. I hadn't even heard the door open. "Oh, um, sorry. How can I help you?"

He smiles at me, it's gentle, reassuring in a strange way. "Atley Bennett?" a question, not a statement.

"That's me," I reply, my hands fidgeting with my knee length skirt.