Roc …
It angered me how she could just pass me by, without even the slightest hint of acknowledgement to my smile.
Working in a Goliath company with heaps of work and demanding hours had been worth all the while because I could see her ambling throughout the building, tending to her needs as she drowned in oblivion to my alluring interest.
Only a handful of times I was able to actually speak to Y/N, but none of those occasions did she seem the least bit drawn to me. Whenever she happened to glance in m direction, I’d catch her eye, hoping I could hold her gaze, but to my disappointment, her face would contort into a look of confusion before she carefully looked away.
That befuddled me. All I wanted to do was talk to the girl, get to know her a little . . . well, maybe I want to do more than just converse with her, but you couldn’t blame me. It seemed like she teased me, walking into work every morning wearing close-fit attire, her assets evident as she swayed from place to place. I know I sound like a creep, but her appealing nature made it hard to just ignore her.
I sat in my office, the door drawn open. And ironically, her’s was right across the hall. She liked leaving her door open, and do to that, she had to compromise the fact that I inhabited right across from her. She always seemed to try her hardest to avoid looking at me, which I found rudely hilarious.
I saw her lips move as she spoke on the phone, her beautiful orbs darting back and forth from the papers layered neatly on her desk to her computer screen. I bit my lip, deciding to play with her a little bit.
I locked my fingers around my dark office phone, and dialed her rooms number. I waited until she received my call. “I’m sorry ma’am, can I put you on hold for one moment? I have a call waiting on he other line … thank you.” She smile in appreciation to the other caller’s willingness to wait.
I saw her finger hover over a button on her phone’s operation device, but I also noticed her expression drop as she eyed the number displayed. She shot me a look from across the hall.
"Chresanto, stop calling my office," she demanded exasperatedly before switching over to her previous caller. I chuckled. Id get her soon enough.
. .
The small hand on the clock the stuck on my wall reminded me that it was ten o’clock. Like me, Y/N had been forced to work late. I saw her grab her jacket and purse, shut off her office’s light, and saunter down the hallway toward the elevator.
I quickly gathered my things, stuffing sheets of paper into my briefcase and slipping my thin coat from off the back of my chair. I decided to take the stairs. I knew full well that Y/N would lack the decency to hold the elevator for me anyway.
After stepping down six flights of concrete steps, I fell out the back door and into the cool, late night. Y/N stood some twenty-feet away, her arm outstretched into the air as she tried to hail a cab. The vehicle zoomed right past her, and she stomped her foot in clear irritation.
"Need a ride?" I called. Her head shot in my direction, but she sighed when came to the realization that it was only me.
"No."
"What, you think I’m going to kidnap you or something?" I teased as I perambulated beside her. She rolled her eyes, turning away from me. "No, I don’t think you’re going to kidnap me."
"Then why are you being so difficult? You know, taxis usually don’t run around this part of the city this late, and they don’t start back up again until morning. The bus only comes back around midnight, so if you wanna stand around in those heels for two hours, by all means, be my guest. Or, I could give you a ride home in ten minutes. It’s your choice."
When she didn’t answer right away, I assumed she was actually contemplating waiting for the bus to come back around. So, I turned on my heel and began walking toward my obsidian Camaro.
"Why are you always trying to get with me?" her voiced called, reeling me back. I stopped and swiveled back around. She seemed like she seriously wanted the answer. I walked back beside her. "What do you mean?"
"Are you always trying to … to get me to go out with you to dinner so afterwards we can get it in? Because if that’s what you were thinking, you are sadly mistaken. I’ve been with guys like that, and don’t think for one second I’ll ever be with a sorry man again. So, if you think these little invitations to take me out are just so you can get in between my legs, you are very wrong.” She laid it all out for me, and I was appalled.
When I meant I wanted to do more than just talk to her, I meant a relationship. Clearly she’d been going after the wrong types of guys for a while. All I wanted to do was hold her and love her and kiss her, and make her feel like she was the only girl in the world. The plan of having sex wouldn’t even cross my mind unless she mentioned it.
"Y/N, I am not that type of guy. When I ask you out on dates, its truly justto get to know you better. I think you’re a very beautiful girl, and you should be treated like a queen. Look, I don’t know what happened with you and all those other guys, but if they got you feelin’ like I’m one of them, you’re the one that’s sadly mistaken. I’m actually a little hurt that’d you’d think of me as some sort of dog.”
She dropped her gaze guiltily from her pre-judged characterization.
"Every time I see you, I get those stupid little butterflies, and that’s not easy for a guy to say, so I hope you’ll take that as me being serious."
She looked unsure on whether or not she should believe my words. “Do you really mean that?” she wondered quietly, her eyes peering back into mine to seek the pure truth.
"I wouldn’t lie about something like that, Y/N."
She glanced away from me, her lips twisted in thoughtful consideration. Finally, she glimpsed back at me. “Do you know my address, Chresanto?”
I smiled. “Nope, but you can tell me what it is on the way to dinner.”
