You Belong Here...

three.

The word spread quick about my incident in the club, and Mr. Oleary was not too pleased about it.

"Fighting Raelyn? Really!?" He questioned.

"Mr. Ole-..."

"Do you know how bad this makes us look? You are one of the top faces of this company..."

"I know, Mr. Oleary. I apologize... I just-..." Our conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in." Mr. Oleary said rubbing the temples of his head.

It was Travis.

"Mr. Dylan, how may I help you?"

"I apologize for interrupting Mr. Oleary. But um, there's a malfunction with the computer. Whole thing crashed..." Travis was so fine, I couldn't stop staring at him.

"Jesus fucking chr-... I got it, I got it. Raelyn, this conversation is not over. I'll be back!" Mr. Olearly stormed out of his office.

I sat there for a moment, taking a deep breath and shaking my head. How could I let my emotions over power me like that? I knew better! And I told myself it was a bad idea for us to even get involved again. Damn!

"Everything okay Ms. Wilds?" Travis asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Huh? Yeah. Sorry, day dreaming." I began fixing myself. I did that a lot when I was nervous.

"So you like to fight huh?" Travis said jokingly.

"Fuck..." I smacked my forehead.

"You heard about it?" I asked. I was embarressed.

"Heard about it? I was there." He smirked.

"What?"

"I was there. Saleem, I'm sorry... Fat Mill, is my nephew." He started walking closer to me.

"Nephew? Well how old are you?" I was confused.

"Thirty-one... I look old?" We both laughed.

I appreciated his charm in such a nut ass crisis. We both got silent for a moment.

"Not at all. You look good for you age." I smiled back.

I wasn't in any good standing to try and flirt with someone but he was tempting. Something was telling me to not mix business with pleasure, but I couldn't resist those Hazel eyes...

"Where do you normally go for lunch? This ain't my neck of the woods really..." Travis asked with a smile.

I thought about it for a moment. I didn't have a favorite place, it switched by the day.

"It's a pizza place up the street. I can show you."

"That'd be nice. I'll see you in the lobby in about twenty minutes?" I nodded as he walked out Mr. Oleary's office.

You could hear Mr. Oleary yell for joy that he fixed the computer.

"I FINALLY FIXED THIS SHIT!!!!" He said loudly.

"I wish it was this easy to fix my damn marriage." I had to laugh, Mr. Oleary was shot out.

Lunch time rolled around, and I met with Travis in the lobby. It was a beautiful day out, and the pizza shop had a few chairs to eat outside with. We got there and ordered our slices, then headed back out.

"So, are you gonna' judge me since you saw how I acted in the party?" I asked Travis as I dipped my pizza in the ranch dressing.

He smiled and shook his head.