Crossing Lines & Breaking Walls

Different Signals

I tugged on my shirt for the fifth time while walking through the little parking lot to the front door of Beckham&Son Real Estate Agency. I walked through the double doors and took my shades off to look around. I saw a young man off to the left of me sitting behind a desk shuffling through papers and clicking away on a computer.

"Excuse me...young man?" I called out while walking over to him. The young man quickly looked up...a bit too fast and had to push his glasses back up his nose.

"Hello ma'am. Welcome to Beckham&Son...how may I help you?" I smiled at his somewhat squeaky voice that went in and out a bit and realized he had to be in his teens. Since school was official out for some children, I guessed this was a summer gig.

"I'm looking for Mr. Odell Beckham...Jr." I told him while adjusting my purse on my shoulder and looking around a bit. This place looked nice, very modern and decorated nicely. I couldn't help but wonder if Odell had any touches of his own around here or was it done without him.

My thoughts were cut short when I heard the boy clear his throat before talking and looked back down at him.

"Yes ma'am...I would let him know you are here. You can have a seat over there if you would like ma'am." I nodded my head and thanked him before walking over to where it was a few chairs lined up by the wall of windows by the front door.

I placed my purse onto the chair next to me and went through to get my glasses case and switched my shades with my glasses and put them on so I would be prepared for whatever Odell had to show me.

I crossed my legs and picked my phone up and jumped a bit when Odell in bed biting his lip popped up on my screen. I quickly clicked it off and shook my head. I had another dream about him last night and it went waaaay further then the last ones.

I sighed and put my phone back in my purse; now too flushed to think of anything else and sighed.

I was in the middle of looking at one painting of children playing by an open fire hydrant when I heard footsteps coming from somewhere. I looked over just in time to see Odell round the corner and felt my breath get caught in my throat.

The man was in black slacks and a tan short sleeve polo shirt that he had tucked in. Even though his tattooed arms were very visible, he still looked every bit of professional. I forced myself to breathe and stood up. When I did so; Odell stopped in his tracks and eyed me up and down.

"Mrs. Andrews-" He spoke slowly and I waved my finger at his slip up and smiled.

"Ms. Aja. How are you Odell?" I asked while I met him the rest of the way and was now standing in front of him.

Odell was still eyeing me and I started to feel a bit awkward. I pushed some of my hair behind my right ear and cleared my throat while looking back at the young man behind the desk. He was looking at us and after a few minutes waved his hand towards us.

"Mr. Beckham...sir?!" I turned back around to see Odell jump a bit and looked around me to look at the young man.

"Yes Josh?" Odell asked with his brows forward. The boy smirked a bit and touched his mouth.

"You're drooling sir." I looked down at my hands so Odell couldn't see me smiling and cleared my throat again. I tried my best to get my face back straight and looked up to see Odell glaring at the boy Josh.

"You know I can fire you right-" I gasped and hit Odell's shoulder with my purse lightly.

"Odell!" Odell flinched a bit before shrugging at me and trying to look innocent. I shook my head at him while he just sighed and placed his hand on my back to guide me to the back to I guess where his office was.