Fate Has a Cruel Sense of Humor

Right out of an Abercrombie Ad

I tapped my foot impatiently as I waited for Leslie's guy to show up. He was not starting off this date well, he was already thirty minutes late. Suddenly a giddy thought, sprung into my mind. What if he stood me up? I really hoped he did, so I could go home. I didn't want to waste my Monday on this, I had better things to do with my afternoon. It was only noon and if Leslie hadn't woken me up, I'd still be asleep with Benji.

I was furiously texting Leslie about her so called perfect pick when my table suddenly jostled. I looked up and came face to face with one of the most beautiful faces I'd ever seen on a man. He was prettier than me! He had shoulder length black hair that shined more than mine, the longest eyelashes I'd ever seen and he was slim, basically he looked like a women. Hell, he was already dressed better than me!

Seriously, I was wearing Luce's black trouser shorts and a blue, sleeveless button down and booties and he was wearing an Armani distressed jeans, a dress shirt and a vest. Not to mention patent leather shoes.

"Sorry I'm late." He grinned, flashing his perfect, somewhat blinding white teeth. "My go-see ran a little later than I expected. Did you wait long?" Of course he was a model, who did I think Leslie would set me up with, someone normal? She had to be playing a joke. I hated male models. Eighty percent of them were gay and the twenty percent that were straight were more feminine than the gay ones.

Only thirty minutes of my life which I could have spent with my son. I forced a plastic smile. "No, not at all." I said through gritted teeth. I promised Leslie I would be nice. "I'm Cassandra."

"Shane." He smiled again and I resisted the urge to blink. The waiter came and we ordered. I ordered the chicken and ranch quesadillas and Shane ordered the Garden salad with Italian vinaigrette dressing. What did I tell you? Fem-in-ine.

After we got our food he turned to me suddenly. "So, what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a senior executive at an ad company." I told him and watched his eyes widen.

"So, how much do you make?"

"Around two hundred a year." I replied and watched as he visibly deflated.

"Two hundred! That's below the poverty line." He exclaimed and I gaped at him. Could a person actually be so dumb? I waited to see if he was joking, but he looked as serious as ever.

"Um, two hundred thousand." I clarified. "Six figures."

"Ohh." He flashed me again with his headlights. "That sound's about right." My phone suddenly went off. it was a text from Leslie.

Having fun? :P It read, I sent back a reply quickly.

You are sooo gonna pay 4 this. Shane cleared his throat to regain my attention. I sighed.

"Sorry that was Leslie." At the mention of Leslie's name he visibly perked up.

"Did she say anything about me?" He asked like a eager puppy. Oh my god I thought when realisation dawned on me. Leslie set me up with one of her flings! I was going to kill her! I stood up abruptly. Shane looked surprised.

"No, I'm sorry, I can't do this." I put on my jacket and grabbed my purse, throwing down the money for my half of the dinner and nearly fleeing from the restaurant. Not looking where I was going I nearly slammed into what felt like a brick wall, bouncing back with the force. I cringed, waiting for my body to hit the concrete, but it never happened. I opened one eye to see the face of my boss and Jax on his side.

"Didn't you mama ever tell you to look where you were going?" He asked in his adorable accent, standing me up right.

"No, but my mother did." I made fun of the accent I just thought was adorable. Adam rolled his eyes and then Jax greeted me, jumping on me and licking my ear with and eager bark. She didn't knock me down this time, thank god and I scratched him behind the ear before I pushed him down and wiped my ear, muttering. "Stupid big dog."