Dangerous Love

Chapter Two

I leave the interview completely exhausted. Wow, what was that just? I've never had a job interview before and then all these questions, oh man? Completely exhausted, I get into the elevator and press the button for the first floor. Meanwhile, my thoughts are circling around like we do. Did I answer everything correctly, or too much, or incorrectly? I shake my head, Paige, that's it, my inner self says. When I get downstairs, I stroll out of the big building with a somewhat satisfied smile. After all, I don't want to be sad now, I want to look ahead. Finally outside! Ah, it's a wonderful feeling, the fresh air flowing into my lungs and the warm wind blowing through my brown hair. I leisurely cross the busy street and make my way to the parking space in the underground garage. Once there, I carefully squeeze through the narrow parking space to get to the door. Why are parking spaces always so small? So annoying, I mumble, as I finally sit in Marta. I throw my shoulder bag on the passenger seat and start the engine. On the way home, I stop briefly at a café to get a delicious cappuccino for the journey home (wow, I see some really delicious pieces of cake), but I just stick with the coffee. Luckily the café wasn't too busy. I only have to wait a moment until it's my turn.

 Ah, hello! I'd like a "cappuccino to go," I say to the waitress. A short time later, I finally get my hot, delicious "cappuccino. That'll be $2.50." "Ah, yes, thank you." I politely hand her the money and head back to the door. Just as I've opened the door, someone collides with me and my entire cappuccino spills all over my pristine blouse. Ouch, that's hot!, I moan and say: "Can't you please be careful?" escapes me as I turn around. In front of me is a powerfully built man, perhaps in his early 30s - although if he really is in his 30s, I would eat a broom.

 With his black hair and blue eyes that shine like the open sea, he immediately catches my attention. His wardrobe seems to have come straight from the most exclusive boutiques in New York. Wow, what an attractive guy! A badass, I say to myself! A tingling sensation spreads where I hadn't even noticed it before, but it disappears again after a short time: "Hey, can't you be a little more conscientious?" I ask. He looks at me, his expression surprised and at the same time impressed by me. Why is he staring at me like that - do I really look that bad? I look at my blouse and see the huge coffee stain. When he bumps me with his arm again, a sigh escapes me as I look at his truly flawless lips. Look at how I look now, and my cappuccino - oh my God, could you at least apologize? The words shoot out of my mouth without thinking. Why should I apologize, he replies? His voice has a deep sound. Why does he have to be so breathtaking - I almost forget that he just spilled the coffee on my blouse. 

I feel like two icebergs inside me could melt for him. Stop, Paige, my inner voice warns me, don't keep thinking like that. Sir, wouldn't it be easier to apologize quickly? It's clearly difficult for me to say this while looking into his gorgeous blue eyes. Without warning, he bends down to me and looks me straight in the face. Embarrassed, I look back at him. My heart suddenly starts pounding wildly. What is going on here, why can't I control myself anymore? And why can't I pull myself together? I feel my face getting hot.

He looks me up and down. What does he want from me now? With that arrogant look in his eyes, he tries to humiliate me - and he actually succeeds. In a panic, I turn away and run outside. "Paige, stop!", sounds in my head. I turn around immediately, but my feet don't obey. On the sidewalk, I turn around briefly, and what does he do? He smiles at me from his seat in the café, his fingers on his chin, watching me in a strange way. Now I'm standing here like a frightened child who is being intimidated by his teacher. Oh Paige, why can't you just be strong enough to speak your mind without fear? Fecklessly, I walk back to my car in my stained white blouse. I glance over my shoulder again, and now he is standing right in front of the café, still eyeing me. As I get into the car, I shake my head and look ahead. Damn, why doesn't he stop looking at me? Inwardly, I tell myself that he is a stupid, rich and arrogant person who doesn't even have the decency to apologize. I take my car keys, put them in the lock, and Marta purrs as usual.