The Many Faces of Edmund Fig (ManxMan)

Chapter 17: If ankles could orgasm...

Chapter 17:

Edmund was true to his word. Belinda wasn't there for lunch. She was there briefly to assist me in the morning with Edmund but after we were heading to the car she was gone. Lucky me. Note the sarcasm.

"Sit." Edmund gestured to the chair opposite of him. "Please."

I obliged and fidgeted in my chair uncomfortably. I feel so...embarrassed. The man practically witnessed my fucked up wet dream and now we are having lunch at some restaurant I can't even pronounce. I stared down at the menu searching for the cheapest thing on the menu. I hate going to expensive places like this. It's plain weird.

"Choose whatever you'd like. I am buying."

I nodded in acknowledgement. Ah the kids meal. I doubt that would even be filling or good. Who the hell puts lobster on the kids menu?! I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"Good afternoon Mr. Fig. Would you like to look at our wine selection?"

"Ah no thank you. I still have work after this." His gaze fell on me. "Would you like a glass of wine Joseph?"

"No thank you."

"What would you gentlemen like to drink?"

"A raspberry tea for myself and..." Edmund paused looking at me.

"Uh...sprite please?"

I buried my nose back into the menu half hoping I could bury myself into the tiny print wording. Ten minutes later a server returned with our drinks and took our orders. In turn taking away my small shield so I wouldn't have to directly interact or look at Edmund. I chewed on my cheek nervously. I am an absolute mess.

"Did you sleep well?"

My cheeks tinged. Of all the things. If I didn't have self control I'd throw a fork at you. I cleared my throat and took a long sip from my sprite.

"I could have slept better and yourself?"

The corner of his lip twitched slightly.

"It could have been better."

He leant back in his chair his relaxed gaze scanning me. I shifted my hands trying to figure out if the wanted to molest each other or be squished under my thighs. I sighed letting my head fall forward. Ugh. I never would have thought I would be uncomfortable around Edmund. But then again I never thought I'd be working for him or living across the hall from him either. Mint and tea filled my nostrils. I looked up coming face to face with Edmund and I yelped toppling backwards.

I groaned massaging my ankle. God damn it. Edmund came over helping me up and helping me back into my seat. Could this lunch get any worse?

"My apologies. I did not mean to scare you. You just seemed to space out."

"I-it's fine. I overreacted. It'd probably be best just to call my name next time."

"I did. Multiple times."

My cheeks darkened further.

"Sorry."

The waitress saved the day when she brought out our food. Hopefully this day goes by quickly.

The day zoomed by, thankfully, quickly. The throbbing in my ankle refused to subside though. But that did not slow my work. I have a job at the end of the day that needs to be taken care of and Belinda isn't here for me to lean towards. The elevator doors opened and I hobbled to my door.

"Joseph?"

I turned looking up at Edmund.

"Come in for a minute."