I shouldn't love you

CHAPTER FOUR

Asher

The speaker on her phone is really loud. I can hear parts of the conversation from where I'm standing outside her partially opened window. From what I gather, her brother is not able to come out and help her, so her father is going to come himself, which means he will leave work to come here. 

She glares at me and puffs out her cheeks before she says, "No dad, you don't have to miss a clearly important meeting to come out here. Someone just pulled up and I know him so I'll ask him to help." 

I don't hear her father's reply, but she responds with, "Okay, will do. I love you too." Then she hangs up and opens her car door hitting me with it in the process and she doesn't even apologize, she's lucky that I like her.

My day has just gone from bad to better in a matter of hours. Earlier this morning my assistant Freda spilt coffee all over me and lucky me it just so happened that none of the shirts I keep at work was back from the dry cleaners. That is the reason I am on the road at this time of the morning. I had to rush home and change because yes, my pants were also covered in coffee, she dumped two cups of coffee on me. 

At the time of the accident, I was so pissed that I was going to fire her right then, but I received a call from my eldest niece Lily. She wanted me to talk to her parents about her not going to school today. In her 5-year-old brain the fading bruise she had from two years ago, that started acting up again warrants her absence from school. She got Freda off the hook because I forgot that my mind was leaning towards firing her. 

As I am driving back to the office, I caught sight of a car off to the side of the road and I saw what looked like a short female hunched over the boot of the car. I stopped behind the car because my conscience didn't allow me to just continue driving by and this road was pretty quiet at this time of day. Also, my father would have had my behind if he saw me leaving someone in need of help on the side of the road. That's just how we were raised, I mean obviously, he didn't tell us to be stupid and pick up hitchhikers but a problem that we are able to solve or at least partially solve then we need to stop.

As I said, my day just got a lot better now that I know the car belongs to Jenna, the object of my dreams these days. Obviously, my pixie didn't want or need my help, so she says, however, the phone call with her dad didn't go in her favour therefore I'm the next in line I guess. 

She opens the boot and tries to retrieve the spare tyre from its compartment, but I move her aside gently and proceed to take it out as well as the necessary tools to change it. 

"What happened to it?" I ask her when I see that it has a nasty tear and there is no salvaging this one. 

"I don't know, it was fine when I left home and just went flat on me now while I was driving." I'm glad that the road was empty otherwise I really don't want to think of another alternative. 

As I'm fixing her wheel I can feel her stare boring on me, so I turn and ask, "Is something wrong?" I don't say it in a rude way and I even add in a teasing smile to show her that I'm not asking this maliciously. 

She's quiet for a couple of seconds then says, "Did you know that my sister is married?" 

This catches me off guard because of all the things she could ask me at this moment when her car has a problem she chooses to ask me. "Yeah, but she's getting a divorce, isn't she?" I ask starting to get worried that Stephanie lied to me.

"Well yeah, but how do you know that you weren't the cause of the divorce?" she asks me.

"Trust me, I am certain that I wasn't the cause of the divorce," I say then get back to work. 

She's silent for a few seconds then continues grilling me, "Don't you have a problem with the fact that your girlfriend still wears some other guy's ring on her finger?" she asks with pure disgust on her face. 

I guess I would feel some type of way if my real girlfriend was wearing another guy's ring on her finger but considering that her sister is not mine then I have no say. Although, if some guy was to swoop in on her I'd drop this jig in seconds. 

I choose my words carefully as I answer her, "Well yeah, but she did explain to me that she is in the process of getting a divorce, so I don't mind waiting. I could because with the right woman a guy is willing to wait."

I immediately chastise myself for that answer especially if I want any chance with her. She also was not looking for that answer because she huffs and tells me to tell her when I'm done then sits inside the car for the remainder of the time I'm fixing the wheel. 

I'm bummed because my intention was not to annoy her at all, I was trying to give her a decent answer that would make her see that I'm a decent guy that is worthy of her time, but I guess I failed the test. When I'm done, I put everything back in the boot including the damaged tyre and go around to her side. I knock on the window because she was playing a cooking game on her phone and didn't notice me coming up. 

When she opens her door and steps out in front of me I say, "Well, everything is back as it should be..." I don't know what else to say to her but luckily, she saves us from the awkwardness that was about to follow.

"Thank you for changing my tyre, you really helped me out." She smiles and continues on before I can reply, "And I'm really sorry for the third degree back there, it's not my place to accuse you of all that I did. Will you forgive me?" She holds out her delicate hand for a handshake. 

I shake her hand but then say, "There is nothing to apologize for, you were just a sister that is concerned for her sister and I appreciate that because it shows that you are good people Jenna. But who am I to pass up a free handshake." This makes her laugh and I'm glad for that because she is a beautiful woman and deserves to always have that perfect smile on her face.