She didn’t seem to have an ounce of pretense in her little body, which was evident by the fact that she hadn’t refused the meal even though it was obvious she wanted nothing whatsoever to do with me.
She’s also the first female of my acquaintance that I’d compared in anyway to my sainted mother. A woman I hold in the highest esteem and the only one who could do no wrong in my sight.
It’s a strange thing that. I feel almost as if I know her already when before I never really took the time to really get to know any of the women I took to my bed. There was never any need to since I knew they wouldn’t be staying for too long.
I looked up in shock when I realized where my mind was going. Bullshit! I’m not the love at first sight type and if this mix of confusing thoughts was love they can have it.
I scoffed at myself and looked away and my eyes happened to land on the security screen which had a view of the whole place from top to bottom. I was more than a little perturbed to see Arlene standing at the bar staring down the hallway towards my closed office door.
She didn’t stay there long and I breathed easy again when I saw her accept a bottle of juice from the bartender before walking away.
I was worrying for nothing. But it was the fact that I gave it any thought at all that bothered me most. I tapped my fingers on the desk deep in thought as to what I should do if it really did become a thing.
‘That’s annoying as hell!” She looked at my tapping fingers pointedly. I just gave her a look but she just looked right back at me while shoving a fry in her mouth. What a fucking riot.
I chose to ignore her rudeness and went back to working on the same damn thing I’d been trying to work on since I brought her in here.
When I looked back at her five minutes later her plate was clean, including the salad bowl, and I got that twist in my gut again. Most girls her age ate like birds for some fucked up reason.
Or they’d pretend not to be hungry in my presence for form’s sake. I liked her even more for that lack of artifice. I admire honesty above all else, well except for loyalty. Loyalty is a clear front runner when dealing with me.
I picked up the phone and called the bar to order her dessert and coffee. My reasons were twofold. I wanted to feed her yes, but I wasn’t ready to let her go.
“I should go. Thanks for the food.” She got up, taking the tray with the empty dishes in her hands. “Sit down!” She gave me another one of her glares and remained standing.