𝑀𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒

MOP / Ep2

warnings: slight swearing
word count: 1129

Jesus christ, why am I such a clumsy bitch...

ALAN'S POV

This girl is unbelievable. Not just that she can't knock properly, she spilled coffee all over my clothes! How worse can this day get?

"Oh my god, I am so terribly sorry, I just - um" she said while being in a little panic, moving her head around the room to find tissues. As soon as she found them, she started drying out my shirt. I cannot really say that it worked, but seeing her hands on my stomach, almost at my lap, was an interesting sight to my eyes.

"I -um- I can't dry it out really well but I mean if you want I can wash it in the sink so you have it clean by today." she said while still being in panic. I looked down on her, moving her hands on my lower stomach, trying to soak up the coffee from my shirt into the tissues.

Sometimes I caught a glimpse of her dark brown eyes, which look like they were made for me to stare into. Her wavy brown hair, caught by a hair clipper from the back, but small strands falling out of it. Her full lips in a perfect harmony with her other face features. And when my eye slides a bit more below her lips...

"No problem. I have a spare shirt so I can take this one home and wash it there. But thank you for your kindness." I said while standing up. For a moment, I got to enjoy the sight of her being almost on her knees while I was standing in front of her. I could get used to this view.

I took off my shirt right in front of her and walked into my 'kitchen - living room' room next to my office to grab the spare shirt. Yes, maybe I did it only to tease her, but I guess we will never know. When I came back, she was already grabbing things from her chair.

"Alright, Miss Sophia, we will let you know our decision in your mail up to 2 days. Thank you for coming." I told her, because I could see on her face that this situation was really embarrassing for her and I did not want to extend it any further. I reached out my hand for a shake and so did she.

Her hand was so soft to touch. Her short natural nails gave her an elegant hand look, which I did not think a natural, but taken care of, nails can give. The eye contact between us, well at least for me, was really strong and I felt a bit of a sparkle. Her figure wasn't tiny and she wasn't short, with her heels she was like 180, but she still could not reach my height. Her elegant style of clothing would give off the vibe that shes already in her late 20's, but her face still looked very young.

Rare combination to find. Excellent taste in clothes, charming face and delightful body. What can I say, I am a man, of course I can't resist the sight of perfectly shaped breasts of a beautiful woman. And a tightly fitted pants that wrap her ass and thights like a gift from who else than a God.

I want this girl.

SOPHIA'S POV

Oh my God, I really embarrassed myself in front of a literal Play Boy model ? I could not stop looking at him. He was the most charming man I have seen in a long time. I need to get accepted into this job seriously!

I walked out of his office, full of embarrassment, trying to calm myself down. The tension in the room could be cut in billion pieces. This man is incredible. Everything about him is majestic. His tall figure in a polo shirt, showing his  muscular arms. I almost felt like a saliva was running down my chin. I hope it was not.

I stormed out of the restaurant, almost falling down because of my high heels. I was heading right home, with Gwen Stefani playing in my headphones. Such a confidence boost.

Once I arrived home, I took off my heels and jumped right into my bed. Yes, in the clothes I was out in. I opened my phone and looked up this guy on instagram. I saw his name on the papers on the table. Alan Tremblay. I found his profile on Instagram. Oh lord, this man is fucking sexy.

I don't see any girl on his profile. Maybe he's single? I googled his name. It showed me that he's a successful architect in Canada, single, 32 years old. My ex boyfriends were all 22-25, but this guy... even with the 10 years age gap, I want this man for myself.

"Lying on your bed in your outside clothes? That is not very good behavior." I almost died from the scare. My mo. was standing  next to the door, smiling at me.

"So how was your first day here?" She asked while sitting down at my bed.

"I had a job interview in one café and one restaurant, so we will see where I will start" I told her and we started chatting a bit about our days. Once she left my room, my phone buzzed.

alan.tremblay91@gmail.com
Dear Miss Sophia Perez,
We gladly accept you for the job of a waitress in our restaurant.
Your work starts everyday from 10am to 6pm.
You may start tomorrow.
Alan Tremblay, substitute manager

Oh fuck yes. Of course he accepted me. I bet he felt the same tension between us as I felt. He literally took off his shirt right in front of me. I think thats a huge sign though.

ALAN'S POV

I can't let this girl get away. I like her too much to let her go. I hope she comes tomorrow.

I lied down to bed and looked up her name on Instagram. Oh my, she is a bomb. Her sense of clothing is breath taking, her tanned skin matches with everything she wears. 5000 followers and she only follows 30? Kinda mean. But when I look on the comments of her posts, all those nasty guys commenting on her, I'm not even surprised she doesn't want to follow them.

Putting on the phone on the nightstand, I roll into my blanket and fall asleep.

Sophia, let me see you tomorrow.

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