WORKING FOR CAMERON DALLAS *BWWM

Chapter 4: Meeting Cameron Dallas

I wake up to the strong smell of cinnamon oatmeal and bananas in a bowl attached to the muscular, veiny golden brown arm of my dad. He has a huge smile that shows his perfectly whitened teeth. "Tryna show off those pearly whites?" I ask him, sitting up in my bed.

"My baby girl! I'm so glad to see you!" Dad pulls me into a strong hug. I can feel his pecks and its gross. "Dad, you've got to relax on the working out."

"Why? Denise loves it." He does that gross twitch thing with his peck muscles and laughs.

"What time is it?"

"7 in the morning. I figured we go on a golf excursion, today!" He says excited.

"Oh sh*t! I have to get ready for work!"

"Work? You got a job?" Dad scrunches his eyebrows together.

"Denise thought it would be good for me have something to do so I didn't get bored. So she got me a job, basically." I run around my room and finally find my suitcase, where I begin throwing things out and around it.

"Where at?"

"Leid."

"That surf shop?" Dad asks.

"Sorta." I find a top that seems suitable and a pair of jeans. "Can you leave please? I've got to get ready."

He slowly sits up, defeated, "Sure. Guess we'll have to reschedule. Have a great day baby girl." Dad feigns a smile and scoots out my room, softly closing my door. Wow, now I feel like a sh*thead. I shake my head and shake off the feeling, continuing to get dressed. Aaron asked me to come in at noon, but I don't have a ride, so Derek agreed to take me. I would just have to go when he started, which was at 8. Last night, before he dropped me off at home, he said to be ready by 7:30. Here it is, 7:12 and I haven't even put on my makeup. I am able to get half my face done by the time Derek is at my front door. It seems like he has good manners, not honking for me to come out and all. I think Denise has him very well trained. I meet him at the front door and greet him with my makeup bag in one hand. "You mean to look like that, right?" He asks.

"Yeah, I'm gonna finish applying my face in your car." I explain. Right now, I literally have one eyelash and one smokey eye done. "I'd rather you didn't." He pleads.

"Why? I won't spill anything." 

He doesn't say anything and instead just walks to his car. When we get in, I begin applying my makeup. I put my eyelash on and start to apply my smokey eye and then notice we aren't moving. "Derek, you can go. I won't spill a thing. I promise."

"I don't want to take any chances."

"Look at me, I'm a woman. I don't make mistakes."

He giggles lightly and shakes his head, turning on the engine. Derek slowly pulls away his precious sports car from the professionally manicured front lawn and begins driving. On the way out of the gate, he sees a bunny run across the street and swerves to avoid it, causing me to spill my makeup all over his car seat. I was way too afraid to peer over at him to see his reaction. "Oh...my...gosh." I whisper just loud enough for him to hear. He is completely silent but I can hear him breathing through his nostrils, heavily. I finally get the courage to look Derek in the face. His lips are tightly purse and his cheeks are a blush pink. His eyes are narrowed on me and my makeup accident. He looks PISSED. All I could do was apologize and blame it on the stupid rodent! 

We arrive to the job and I immediately get out and hop out of Derek's way, who rushes over to the passenger side to clean it out. One of my eyeshadow palettes broke and crushed into small pieces, staining his floor mat with pink and white, dusty smears. Derek hollers a few swear words. "Yo, you gonna have to come by my house and clean this sh*t!"