Autumn Leaves

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

     It's been more than a month now since I had my proper job and still I get overwhelmed on how much money Trevor has in his pockets because right at this moment, I stood with my other officemates in front of a tour bus at the parking lot behind the office which Trevor rented for us to get to the airport.

     It's eight in the morning when we all gathered here and started to get in. I would just like to say how good-looking Trevor was today. He was wearing a fedora, a white button-up shirt that was opened down to the second button, showing his chest slightly, and black jeans and black slip-ons. Boy, does he look like Harry Styles at the TCAs.

     I rolled my eyes mentally at him for copying the love of my life that is Harry Styles. I didn't have to stare at him for so long because that would just be creepy and I don't want him to think that I'm one of those girls who drool over him when we walked past Starbucks when we hung out.

     I stepped beside my teammates so I'd get to sit beside them once we're inside the bus. But, speaking of the devil, Diane had set partners for us, leaving me behind. She sat beside Sara while Andrea beside Dylan, and Brandon beside Bridget from the other team since the seats were by two's per column.

     Which means I'll have to sit beside Trevor near the back part of the bus. I know Diane planned all of this because when I entered the bus and walked inside, she and our other teammates were giving me a ridiculous look. In return, I gave them a glare, jokingly, and sat behind Andrea and Dylan. I know this has something to do with what Diane had told me the week earlier.

     I sighed and looked outside the window and see Trevor and his secretary go inside the bus. I took a deep breath before I could argue that I wanted to exchange seats with someone else but Trevor had already set his things above us on the ceiling and finally sat down beside me.

     I could feel myself shrink a little in my place because whenever I try to stay away from Trevor, it just can't seem to happen. I know it's already been a week since the night I got drunk but it still hunted me and I'm ashamed of myself so I still try to distance myself from him.

     I could feel him looking at me so I turned to his direction.

     "Good Morning," he greeted, beaming at me, the sun highlighting a portion of his face, his one eye reflecting the color of blue. "How's your weekend?"

     I gave a small smile before replying. "Practically packing up my things and making new clothes."

     He nodded and looked down at my top which was a little revealing since it was sleeveless and was also showing my collarbones, making me a little conscious and want to cover up in a blanket like a cocoon. "So did you make that?"

     I shifted a little in my seat. He finally met my eyes when he sensed that I was a little uncomfortable. "Yes," I answered. "But this was a long time ago."

     He raised an eyebrow. "Does that explain why it looks shrunken?" He teased, smirk forming up on his lips.

     I gasped and looked down at myself. It indeed looked like it shrunk because it was a fitted crop top but it was matched with a high-waist maxi skirt so it doesn't really show off that much skin, especially the midriff.

     "My top was intentionally fitted and no, it's not shrunken. It's called crop top. You sell products like this and you didn't know?" I spat back though I know he was only kidding me.

     He only chuckled, putting his elbow on the armrest between us. "All I want to say is you look good today." He complimented and I felt the hair on my arms rise up.