The Intern

Chapter 2

"That Malik guy confirmed the trip. I want you to call him and tell everything It's ok and he need to come here to give his documents" My boss said while she was working on the computer.

My heart just fell 'cause of the mention of his name.

"Sure, I will call him" I said.

I picked up the phone and dialed his number. It rang two times and i heard his raspy voice at my ear, oh God. 

"Yes?"

"It's Jessie Jones here from Universal Travel Agency, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine, how about you?" he asked and I just knew he was smiling.

"Fine, thanks. So, I just wanted to confirm with you that It's all good with your trip but you need to come here to give us the documents so we can settle everything" I said.

"Sure! Can i buy you lunch though?"

His question made me almost fell of the chair. is he on drugs or am I a fucking retard that is earing things? Yeah, probably the second one is right.

"Sorry, I didn't heard you" I tried to say.

"Can I buy you lunch?" He repeated, saying slower this time.

"Y-yes, I guess... yes. I get out of work for lunch at 12:30 pm"

"Ok, I'll pick you up at the door of the agency. See you later!"

He said and hung up the phone. Oh my fucking God, I'm going to pee in my pants. Am I really going to have lunch with that angel? I guess yes.

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"You look lovely" Zayn said when I got into his black SUV.

"If with lovely you mean a piece of shit, then yeah, I look lovely" I said, covering my mouth with both hands, regreting my words.

"Don't be shy, I swear too" He laughed, what made me smile.

"And no, you look like a beautiful flower" We laughed again and he started driving.

"Were are we going?" I asked.

"To a place were we can discuss bussines."

After like 10 minutes driving, we were in a nice restaurant by th river. I knew this place and i know that it's really expensive.

"Zayn, i can't afford this place."

"I invited, I pay, right?" He twinckled his eye at me and i melted.

We entered the place and, as I remember, It was very minimalist. All white and pastel and a really big window that has an amazing view of the river Thames. Zayn picked a table outside since It's Spring and It's hot - I don't even know how, I mean, London is pretty cold.

After the food was picked, I broke the silence.

"Why did you invited me to lunch, exactly?" I asked, looking at him. He was extremly hot in that black v-neck shirt, skinny jeans and Air Max.

"Because I wanted o talk about the trip" I nodded. "And because I want to get to know you better" he added.

I stared at him and his hazel eyes were at the river. Why does he have to look so God damn perfect?

"You know, I'ts not good for the company when the intern and a costumer "get to know each other", you know?" I said.

"Yes, but as you said, you are an intern and I'ts not going to be bad cause they will never know" He smirked and my stomach turned around, jesus.