Slaying Goliath

Chapter 4

She'd decided not to go out on Friday night. She'd only asked him out as she thought that was the type of place that a man like that would want to go. She didn't like bars. She didn't like going out at all. She liked being at home, in a comfortable, warm and empty bed.

She was on the train when the text notification sound chirped from her bag. She dug around and pulled the phone out thinking it was work.

Hi Belinda, sorry, it's been a crazy week. Can I take you on a picnic in the park tomorrow? Josh.

Nice! Central Park? I'm going to be at work in town until midday, so we could meet? Bee

She was so surprised that he'd actually texted that she'd replied without thinking. Nice?? What was she thinking? And she'd used the nickname that her Father called her by.

Aren't you out, at that Bar? I'm sorry that I couldn't join you.

He was sorry that he'd said no to her invitation? That made her heart leap in her chest.

No, didn't go. On train heading home, warm bed calling me. She sent the text and wondered if that made her sound to homey and not sexy.

Still sorry.

She looked at his text. Was he saying that he was sorry that he wasn't joining her in her warm bed. She felt her cheeks blush.

Sorry that I'm not spending time with you. Text cut off while typing. Josh.

She laughed, a nervous laugh of relief or regret, she wasn't sure which. Even though he wasn't wanting to join her tonight, he still wanted to spend time with her. This made her feel warm all over. They shared a couple more texts settling on the place and the time before he signed off. She felt her sixteen-year-old inner self raise its head and want to text him just once more to keep the conversation going but she contained herself. She would see him tomorrow.

When she finally got home she had a quick dinner, worked for a couple of hours then went to bed. She usually spent the whole day on Saturday in the office. There was much to do to prove her worth to the company. She needed to make sure she would have enough done before she skipped out to meet him. She closed her eyes to sleep but instead she saw him and all the things she wanted him to do to her.

The night had been long, and she was tired. It was 4am when she gave up trying to get him out of her head and sleep. She pulled on a work outfit, left home in the dark and caught the 5:06am train. Then walked into the office just before 7am. She set an alarm on her phone and started on the report she was working on. Without the alarm she knew that there was a good chance she would work through and stand him up. There was no way she wanted to do that, so she took the precaution.

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He was there early. He wore jeans, a loose sweat shirt, a sports coat and a cap. He kept his eyes downward making sure the peak of the cap shielded him from view. He had a backpack with the picnic he'd brought and a rug. He'd scouted out the place he wanted to take her and now he just had to wait for her. She was late. Five minutes late. Maybe she didn't recognise him? Maybe she'd gone to the wrong gate? Maybe she wasn't coming.

"Josh?" she was running in the same shoes she'd worn to the party.

She was wearing a suit, navy pencil skirt that came down to her knees, collared cotton shirt, business jacket and the black wool coat he recognised. She took her breath away as she ran towards him. She was just as beautiful as he remembered her. She wore next to no makeup, her cheeks were naturally blushed from running, and her hair glinted its caramel colour in the sunlight. He wanted to strip off that masculine stuffy tailored suit and drape her in soft fabric again, preferably his sheets.