Chase and Company

Chapter Four: Standing Up and Peeing on Myself

        Let’s review. I’m in a building of snow, about to start my dream job in one of the biggest businesses in the fashion world.

        I looked around in bewilderment.

        The boy who I screamed my attraction to is standing right in front of me and we are two hours away from home.

        I snapped my head back forward and stared at Aiden with wide eyes as he just returned my gaze with a slight smirk. Standing with a laidback demeanor, his hands in the pockets of his dark grey slacks, he looked like a model straight out of GQ. He wore a simple white button up and black dress shoes. His brown hair was incredibly light, almost an ashy blonde, and was messy and tousled.  His hair wasn’t quite suitable for the office but he still pulled off the clean cut, respectable look. He looked better than he did in my dreams.

        Maybe this was a dream. I flexed my wrists.

        Nope, can’t shoot out webs like Spiderman. Not a dream.

       I tried to speak, but I somehow forgot English. “Uhm…guhhkh.” I muttered, all attempts to speak failing miserably.

        He squinted slightly but turned up the corners of his mouth. “Uhh, what?”

       I shook my head vigorously, my eyes squeezed shut. I need to pull myself together. Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes and looked directly at him. “Like I said, I’m Shay.”

        “I’m Aiden and, I know who you are.”

        I froze.

        “You went to Lakefield. We had English together.”

        Relief washed over me and I started to feel giddy. He remembered which class we had!

        “You remembered?” I asked, trying not to sound like a toddler about to receive candy.

        “Yeah. It’s not every day girls announce that they’re in love with me in a dirty theme park on the last day of high school.” He smirked.

        I never understood how a blush can travel faster than the speed of light. In an instant, my face was fully red.

        “I am NOT in love with you!” I said hotly, looking off to the side. Dang flabbit, I couldn’t even make eye contact.

        He laughed and said, “Details, details” with a wave of his hand. He went to go sit on a white leather couch that faced a flat screen that was mantled on the wall. Looking around, I saw that this wasn’t an office but a sort of personal lounge, with a refrigerator and both a foosball and pool table.

        “Come sit,” he called suddenly and I started. I hesitated, but then realized that the guy I was interested in was calling for me.

        I walked over to where he was, my arms crossed. I refused to sit, instead walking forward until I was facing him with my eyebrow raised. He was flipping through a magazine until he glanced up.

        “What?”

        “Why are you here?”

        He groaned and stood up until he was towering over me. He was really close, and I audibly gulped.

        “Let’s try this again. Ms. Evans, I’m Mr. Aiden Chase.”

        His mocking tone snapped me out of my fear and I glared up at him. “I didn’t know you were associated with the company. Just because your last name is Chase doesn’t mean much.” I muttered.