Capture My Heart

Monday morning

I made my way to Mr. Thompson's house and let myself in, getting to work. I was really hoping I didn't see C. How embarrassing would it be to let him know I felt like a school girl waiting for the phone to ring?

As I cooked I heard someone say something, "whatcha cooking?"

My eyes widened then I closed my eyes and silently mouthed shit. Okay, you can do this Sera. Just act like you never sent that damn text. I turned around after plastering a fake smile on my face, "eggs Benedict."

"Different."

"Yeah, thought I would change it up." I was trying really hard not to look at him but it was so hard with those beautiful blue eyes. Ugh snap out of it Sera.

He walked towards the counter and tapped on it with his fingertips, "so, about Friday night."

"Oh, don't worry about it," I said acting casual. Shit he got my text. "It was just a simple night out with two co-workers."

His brows raised in surprise, "right. Co-workers."

"Excuse me, I really need to get this food to Mr. Thompson."

"Right," he said walking away. Now I really felt like a heel. He probably thinks I'm some school girl who needs help. I placed everything on a tray and brought it to Mr. Thompson's door and quickly left.

I busied myself with work around the house until I heard someone clear their throat. I stopped to see Davis holding an envelope, tapping his palm with it.

"Your paycheck," he said handing me the envelope. I opened it and looked at it confused.

"I don't understand."

"I warned you it would be docked." He turned and left me standing there, completely dumbfounded. He docked my check four hundred dollars. I sighed. Mr. Thompson must be unhappy with my work.

I shoved the paycheck back into the envelope and placed it in my purse. I was disappointed in myself. All this because I broke rules.

I worked all day, not bothering to eat. It didn't matter anyways because I had to stop by the store to pick up a few things to last me. I had to save money just to meet rent.

"Something wrong," I heard someone ask.

"Sorry, I can't really talk right now. My work is suffering right now," I mumbled as I continued to work.

"What do you mean?" His voice was tinged with concern.

"Davis docked me. Apparently, I broke rule number 15. Distractions are a no. Must remain focused. I'm sorry but I can't be distracted," I said as I walked past him.

He watched me as I disappeared down the hall. I went to retrieve the tray of empty dishes and said into the door, "I apologize Mr. Thompson for my lack of unprofessionalism. I promise it will never happen again." I picked up the tray and walked away, hearing the door open.

I didn't bother to turn around. Heaven knows if I'm going to get docked again.

I finished up the day and grabbed my coat. I felt like a complete failure. Not only was my work suffering but I made a fool out of myself when I sent C that text. All I wanted to do was pick up a few things and go home.

I walked out and locked up then made my way to the store. A car pulled up and stopped then a window rolled down.

"Need a lift?"

"No, I'm good," I said faking a smile.

"Sera. It's cold. Come on."

"No really. I'm fine."