The Barmaid's Contract

29

I had dinner late Sunday night with Sebastian while we talked about anything and everything but his feelings for me and my rejection to him. Same with the wedding. We didn't talk about my upcoming impending doom.

Then Monday came and I was feeling the effects of no Cally. She would still be on a plane, the poor thing. I got up and showered, trying to find the right thing to wear. I had purchased a business outfit and the second I put it on, I was nope. It came off.

So in my canvas shoes and little socks, I waltzed into the board meeting in my denim shorts and on oldie but a favourite ACDC shirt.

I pulled my hair back off my neck and saw all the people staring at me. They were in their stuffed shirts, ties around their necks, cutting off the blood flow to their brains.

"Excuse me. I think you are in the wrong room." Some old daft said to me and I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Try the wrong building." Someone else said.

"I'm sorry." I said in a shy manner. I saw Avery sitting in his chair, his head in his hands as he shook it. "Is this the board meeting?"

"Sit down." Avery groaned, making a few people look at him in surprise. "Everyone, this is Alexandra Foster."

I sat down in the empty chair with a cheesy grin and slapped my feet on the table. The looks from the other people were priceless.

"How ya all doing?" I grinned at them. One even gasped, another scoffed.

"This is unexplainable. How..."

"I didn't ask for your opinion." I snapped out. "So, please continue like I'm not even here." I told them. Avery gave me a death glare and I shrugged him.

The meeting was boring and odd and I reckon I could have napped. I changed my sitting positions four times, my butt falling asleep, my legs, my feet.

I didn't understand why I had to be here. No one is looking at me, actually, they are trying not to, I haven't had a word muttered to me. Maybe just to prove that I do exist.

My stomach rumbled and I covered it with my hands. I saw the annoyed looks some of these old timers gave me and I grinned at them. "Must be lunch time."

"Excellent." Avery quickly agreed. "We will meet back in an hour." I saw him text something on his phone earlier and I assumed he was bored as well.

Avery took my arm and led me out of the room, not letting me do anything but let him do that.

We kept walking till we got to a set of doors and I whistled at the charm of the place. "I like the decorating. Silver, sharp edges, boring. This suits you, Avery."

Avery opened the doors and shoved me in to an office.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Was the first thing he said to me.

"I call this, retro wear. Don't knock back Acca Dacca." Then I looked at exactly where I was. It was so familiar. The bookcases, the whiskey table. The large desk. Then that huge formidable painting of Dominic.

This was Dominics office. I was suddenly feeling like I was a deer in headlights. "I... I don't want to be in here." I stuttered as I backed to the door.

"Too bad." There was a knock on the door and Avery answered it and brought in a bag. He unloaded it and I saw the subs.

"Oh thank God!" I praised him as I took one and ripped the wrapper off it. "Are all those meetings that boring? I mean, I thought of 96 creative ways to commit suicide.q"

Avery threw me a glare so I gave him a shrug with a cheesy grin.

"What? I had to keep myself sane." I took a bite of my sub. It was so good. So meaty and full of sauce. I groaned as I let the orgasm party happen in my mouth.