Second Chance At Love

Second Chance At Love: Chapter 7

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Chapter 7:

When I woke up I was in the bed in the guest room that I was staying in. I guess Taylor moved me. I could smell the mouthwatering aroma of pancakes coming from the kitchen, so I climbed out of bed and headed for the kitchen.

"I thought you said that you couldn't cook," I said, walking into the bright kitchen.

Taylor turned away from the skillet he was in front of.

"I lied," He said grinning, "I just didn't want to make anything last night."

I laughed. After eating pancakes and showering, I walked into the living room where Taylor was and took a seat on the chair opposite from him.

"Hey, what's up?" he asked.

"I guess I'm going to head out and look for a place to stay," I told him.

He looked sad.

"What?" I asked.

"It's nothing, I just wish that you would stay here for a while," he said quietly.

"I feel like I'm imposing," I said quietly, "I mean, I meet you at a bar and then what, I come live with you?"

"It could be that way," he said smiling.

I smiled sadly at him.

"No seriously," he said, "I live in this huge house all alone by myself. I'm lonely everyday and I need a roomate. I really don't know anyone who is looking for a place to live. Well... except for you."

I looked at him questioningly.

"Well, I guess I could stay here, if you really don't mind. But I'm getting a job, and I'm paying you rent." I stated.

He laughed, "You don't have to pay me rent. This house is completely paid for by my parents.All I do is pay the utility bill every month. And I make more than enough money to pay that."

"I'm atleast paying half the bill. That's not debateable. I just have to find a job." I told him.

He grinned at me.

"What?" I asked him curiously.

"Well..." he started, "You see, I kind of own this small company. Small as in local, but it does really well."

I stared at him in awe. How old is this guy?

"It's a computer management place. We fix computer, install programs, design new stuff. It's pretty successful," he continued.

"You own this?" I asked him.

"Yeah, my grandfather left it to me when he died."

That made more sense.

"Anyway, I need a new receptionist," he told me, "Someone who can answer the phone, set up meetings and appointments, keep track of everything. I can pay you well. It's a nice job."

"Umm..." I said, thinking it all through, "I don't even have a college degree."

"Well you don't really need one. I mean we usually do hire people who have a degree. But I can't find anyone, and I'm pretty sure you would do fine. We only usually hire people with degrees because they're more likely to work hard. But I think you could do it." He said.

"You'd really give me this job?" I asked him incredulously.

"Yep, you want it, it's yours."

"Okay, I'll take it!" I said happily.