Pic of Rachael. Imagine with green eyes ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------>
Trapped in a mall, with a HOT guy... for FOUR days, over Xmas!?!
Chapter 1
Walking down the mall hall, gazing dreamily through the shop windows, looking at clothes I know I can't have. My eyes scanned the windows but froze on one particular dress. That dress would look amazing against my pale skin and would really make my long brown hair look amazing. And the green would really make my eyes stand out!!!
I reeled myself out my daydream and sighed. My eyes fell don to all the bags in my hands, I can't believe I maxed out my credit card again... dad's gonna kill me!!! He doesn't even know I have this credit card!!!
My dad is John Davis; owner of the company Davis's Enterprises, Davis's Enterprises is a world wide car company. What happens is we get a car which is half made and get the design for it and we work on the design and make up extra luxury things to put in, figure out how to make it work discuss it with the designer. If the designer likes the new touches we finish making the car and we get a good cut of the price when the car goes on the market.
I work for my dad, and he treats me like all the other workers at work and at home it's like I don't even exist. He never really wanted me, and all he does is complain I can't do anything right. It used to really upset me until I stopped caring. Now he just ignores me mot of the time, apart from when I max out my cards.
It's not my fault I just can't seem to stop shopping; shopping is one thing that I enjoy and cheers me up at the same time. I do enjoy designing cars my self but it only upsets me. I only build the cars and get bossed around by my brother, who may I add is the manager, with only my dad above him and Drake the arse whole of a designer.
I looked back at the most beautiful dress I have ever seen... It's on sale!!! I ran to the window and then sighed, it's almost 2 weeks wages and that's without paying my board and gas. I only got my wages and a mechanics wage isn't that great, my board and gas takes up practically all of it and dad has cancelled my cards because I maxed them out in 4 months. No Rach, you can't have it it's too much!!! I forced myself to walk away.
I walked out of the mall and to the car; I had left the roof down since it was such a nice day. I know what you're thinking, it can't be that bad if I've got a convertible, but it was my brother's. He rote it off 4 years ago racing and it was a mess; he called me at work and told me to get the tow truck. He was going to send it to the scrap yard but I said 'Can I have it; I want to try to fit it up,' he gave me a look out of the corner of his eye, debating weather to or not. Knowing he would never give it to me unless he thought I could never fix it up I added, 'It's gonna be hard, but you know how much I like a challenge!' and grinned. He knew how I would throw a tantrum if I couldn't do anything, so he couldn't help himself. He grinned and threw the car keys at me, 'IF,' he emphasized on the if, 'you can get it going you can have it.' When I smiled his grin grew larger, then he chuckled and walked away. Result, I will fix this car if it's the last thing I do! I promised myself.
Danny, my brother, listened out for the sound of me throwing the spanner across the garage for months, but I never did. I was patient and when ever I couldn't do anything I would simply stop and try again the next day. It took me years to fix it, it was in a terrible state and I couldn't always secretly pinch the parts from the garage so I had to order them. My dad wasn't happy that Danny gave me his car but he also believed that I could never fix it.
Mum was supportive; she always told me I could do anything if I put my mind to it and she once told me that deep down my dad is worried that I will actually fix it, and boy he was not happy when I eventually got it going. Mum knew how Dad and Danny made me feel, and she felt sorry for me, I could see it in her eyes, but she would never tell Dad what she thought of it.
My heart slowed down thinking about it, so I snapped out of it and put the bags in the car. I shut the boot and then looked in my bag for my pure because I needed to buy some diesel... it wasn't in there. Shit! I've left it in the shop, and its closing and I don't have enough diesel to get home. I looked at my watch; the mall closes in five minutes.
I ran into the mall ignoring all the yells from the workers that were hushing people out and into the lift. I pressed the button or the 3rd floor; I was sure the last shop I had it in was on the 3rd floor.
The lift stopped and I was out as soon as the doors opened enough for me to squeeze through.
Since I don't come to this mall often I don't know my way around and after running around the 3rd floor like an idiot I went up to the 4th.
I couldn't seem to find it on the 4th either but after running through half of the 4th floor I realized someone was following me. I spun round to see this guy running after me. He was quite far behind me but I could still tell that he was HOT!!! His light brown hair was falling over his smooth clear skinned face, and he frequently had to toss his head to throw it back which looked sexy as hell.
After about half a minute he came to where I was stood frozen staring at him like a complete moron.
"What the hell do you think...?" he angrily started, and then he stopped and just started staring at me, "Rachael?"
WHAT...? How does he know my name? Who the hell is he?
"How do you know my name?" I whispered gob smacked with wide eyes. And with that his expression went back to being angry.
"Durr, I work with you at your dad's company and WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING WHERE CLOSING!!!" He shouted.
I blinked startled, "I...I left something..." His expression didn't change, "My purse... I left my purse."
"Well you're not getting it now," He grabbed me by the arm and started steering me towards an elevator I hadn't noticed.
"Wait I have to get it!" I screamed while trying to break his grip.
"You can get it tomorrow," he replied tightening his grip which hurt.
"But tomorrow's Christmas, it's not open. It's not open till New Year's Day and
that's four days away!" I protested.
"Tough," was all he said. My anger flared up but suddenly evaporated when I spotted the shop.
"Look there's the shop I left it in just wait a minute while I get it!"
"No," he shouted, stopping and turning to face me, "it's locked so you'll have to wait!" And with that he pushed me in the elevator and angrily poked the ground button. I was fuming, and to state this fact I tightly crossed my hands across my chest and turned my head to the side, since he had his back to me I also humphed.
The elevator tinged and he grabbed my forearm and pulled me to the door. I hadn't realized how far I ran, it wasn't a short walk. How long had I been looking for the shop?
I wasn't until we reached the door that I had realized exactly how long. The people that were hushing everyone out had gone.
Mr pushy (that's my nickname for his since I don't know who his is, but I do know he works for my dad, I know that much.) Anyway Mr Pushy tried the door and cursed. It must have been locked. He turned back to me,
"Well it looks like where stuck in here until it opens, I hope you're happy!!!"
"Well I'm sorry but you didn't have to follow me!" I screamed and with that I turned around and started to walk away from him. Hot or not he got on my nerves.
"Hey, where are you going?" He shouted from behind me.
"To get the thing I came back in here for, not that it's any of YOUR business!" I snapped.
