Begin Again

Chapter Fifteen

"Some calling me a sinner, some calling me a winner. I'm calling you to dinner, and you know exactly what I mean."

Salomé's P.O.V.

My first day of work had finally ended and I was proud to say that today felt like a success. The workload was a lot, I must admit, however I managed to finish a lot of them, and, surprisingly, Trevon wasn't behaving in a condescending manner towards me. But the music incident in our office. It made me cringe just thinking about it. Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I ignited my temporary rental car and drove out of the staff car park.

Beep!

Not wanting to keep my eyes off the road, I chose to ignore the message. Probably Rach saying she's going to be late home again. Rolling my eyes, I increased the volume in the car and allowed the brilliance, that is Ms Janelle Monae, consume the car and my ears, as I continued my journey home.

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Shrugging my coat off, I quickly washed my face and changed into more comfortable wear, before reaching for my phone and jumping into bed. Rachel's absence was noted but not important right now.

Unknown: Good evening, Miss Best. I hope I haven't disturbed your night. This is a message to inform you that this will be the number you will use any time you need to contact me - Trevon. (Sent: 18:46)

So he contacted me first? Of course, he's my boss I should have expected this. That resolution still didn't reduce the heavy thudding of my heart, and the massive grin spread across my face, causing my cheeks to ache.

Me: Thank you for your message and apologies for the late reply, I just arrived home. (Sent: 19:01)

I snuggled under the covers, making myself as comfortable as possible as I awaited his response. It's not like I had anything better to do, so I may as well entertain myself.

Trevon: I'm glad you didn't reply whilst driving. Was your journey pleasant? (Sent: 19:02)

Me: It was fine, thank you. (Sent 19:02)

My thumbs hovered over the screen as I contemplated my next message.

Me: What about yours? (Sent 19:03)

I bit the inside of my gum, already regretting sending the latter message.

Trevon: It was excellent. As a matter of fact, I was listening to your man on the stereo. (Sent: 19:04)

Me: My man? (Sent 19:04)

Trevon: Stevie! They played 'Sir Duke'. (Sent: 19:05)

Me: Ohhhh, that's an amazing track. I do have good taste ;) (Sent 19:06)

I was just hoping the wink wasn't in bad taste. I mean, we weren't at work, but he was still my boss, and I didn't want to cross boundaries, and make things awkward when I just started.

Trevon: Wink face, Miss Best? (Sent 19:06)

My eyes widened and I involuntarily bit my lip, as I watched the symbol indicating that he's still writing.

Trevon: What are you trying to insinuate? (Sent: 19:08)

It looked as if he was trying to play along, so I thought I'd carry on with our little whatever-this-was.

Me: I wasn't suggesting anything, Mr Best. I simply said I have good taste and that wink face? It was an accident; slip of the finger. Don't worry about it. (Sent 19:09)