I tried not to stare at him while I did my job; take notes! The meeting was over within an hour, and we had finalised the location of the shoot, the models taking place in it, and dates and times.
I walked quickly back to my desk and began packing up to go home. I slipped my things into my handbag and grabbed my phone from next to my computer, shut the iMac down, and left. I just managed to get into the elevator alone, but before the doors sealed shut, a hand opened them and a body to match slipped in with me, the boy smirking down at me as my heart raced.
"You can't just keep running away, Sammy" he said to me as soon as we stepped outside. I had tried running once the doors opened, but didn't want to make a fool of myself, so I speed-walked. I kept silent and heard him sigh. Then, he yanked on my arm, dragging me in the opposite direction, to his silver convertible; same as a couple months ago. He forcefully but gently pushed me into the shotgun seat before getting in his own side, and started the car without a word. It was three minutes in traffic before I spoke.
"You owe me a drink, remember" I didn't look at him.
"Where do you think we're going?" I didn't have to look at him to know his signature smirk was plastered on his face. I relaxed into the leather seat and watched as we drove through the lit up city, as it was getting quite dark, being 8pm already. Georgia had kept us late because of the meeting, which went longer than expected, but also because we don't like leaving her there alone, so we often hang back late with her.
We pulled in front of a large hotel after twenty minutes of traffic. At this time of night, too! He gave his keys to the valet and lead me inside to the lobby, and I recognised it straight away; The Empire Hotel.
"Dinner first" he smirked again and lead me to the restaurant for a late dinner.
"I'll have fish, thanks" I tell him and set the menu down. He nodded and gave the orders to the waiter before turning to me.
"So, Sammy. Tell me your story" I gulped. Should I?
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Lost Love
Teen FictionSeven years on from senior year, the 'gang' is still in New York City together. All, except Fletcher. He and the boys have spoken every now and then, but not once has he spoken to Sammy. Which is what she wanted, right? Well, it's what she thought...
