“I’m so sorry, things just got a little bit out of hand.” She says as Benj hangs up the phone. “I’m here now though, so…”
He stands, brushing the front of his jacket as he pushes the chair in her direction, letting her sit down.
“Oh yeah?” He says, squinting at her. “You don’t say.”
“Yeah, turns out we did know each other.” She says, clearing her throat. “And one thing led to another and…”
“And it ended in you fucking the CEO?” He says coldly.
“What?” She asks, taken back.
“You’re wearing the same clothes as yesterday, Megan.” He says, looking her up and down.
“Ahhh, yeah.” She says, looking down at her blouse and cardigan before wiping her fingers over her eyes.
“You know, Megan, I don’t care really care about what…. Or who…” He says, pausing. “You’re doing. But you left me in a downright shitty situation having to cover for you so no one noticed they weren’t getting their messages. Kind of unprofessional.”
“I’m sorry, I really am.” She apologizes.
“Yeah.” He says, nodding his head slightly. “I didn’t become an accountant to do a secretaries job, you know.”
“It… it was a one off.” She says, feeling the sting of his words. “I won’t let it happen again, I promise, Benj.”
“Megan.” He says, sighing. “You’re my friend, of course I’ll cover for you, but I just want to look out for you, and people are going to get a little pissed off if they find out that you’re getting special privileges because you’re sleeping with the man upstairs.”
She takes a deep breath as she looks up at her friend before turning her chair into her desk.
“You know what?” She says, picking up the phone receiver and placing against her ear as she dials in her passcode to check any leftover voice mails. “Thank you for covering for me, but mind your own business.”
Chapter 10
Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since her night with Peter and things definitely haven’t gotten back to normal.
She sighs as she sits in the bathroom stall holding the little cardboard box in one hand as she tries to take off the cap of the little white stick with the other.
Flowers have arrived at her desk nearly every day. Chocolates every second. She appreciates the gestures but she’s kept her distance since. The last thing she needs is her job in jeopardy because her CEO is a good lay.
Megan takes a deep breath as she looks up at the ceiling waiting for the test to develop. She likes Peter, she really does. She’s never had a man pay so much attention to her before. Everything about his obsession for her is so genuine and gives her goose bumps just thinking about it.
She clears her throat before looking down at the white stick before noticing two thin, blue lines.
“Oh, are you fucking kidding me?” She whispers to herself as she tosses the test in the waste disposal basket hanging on the wall.
“Excuse me.” She says as she walks past a woman washing her hands at the sinks before she pushes open the ladies bathroom door forcefully.
She cracks her knuckles nervously as she walks back to her desk before pushing her chair out of the way and grabbing the receiver of her phone. She quickly keys in the extension to the 23rd floor, tapping her foot as it rings.
“Office of Peter Mark, how can I help you?” She hears on the other line.
“I need to talk to Peter, this is Megan Kane.” She says, sitting down in her chair.
“He’s in a meeting right now, I can take a message.”
“No.” She says, her voice raising. “You get him out of that meeting and on the phone right now, this is an emergency.”
“He will get back to you right after he’s done.”
“I’m coming up to see him.” She says, standing back up.
“You’ll have to make an appointment, Megan.”
“I’m coming up right now.” She says before slamming down the phone on Peter’s assistant.
Chapter 11
Megan sits on the plush leather couch in Peter’s office, on the same sofa as where they first made love those few weeks ago, with her head in her hands.
“This cannot be happening to me.” She whispers to herself as she rubs her knuckles into her eyes.
She sits up straight, her shoulders back as she hears Peter open the door to her office.
“My assistant says you’re very persistent.” He chuckles as he closes the heavy wooden door behind him.
“Well, it’s kind of an emergency.” She says, watching him as he walks by her knees to sit on the couch beside her.
He sighs out deeply as he leans his head on the back of the couch before turning his neck to face her.
“Couldn’t keep away, hey?” He whispers, smiling.
“No.” She says, shaking her head. “I’m pregnant.”
He reaches up, gently stroking over her chin with the pads of his fingers before turning her head to face her with his palm.
“Well, that’s okay.” He whispers to her, a small smile gracing his lips. “That’s good, right?”
“No, Peter, that’s not good.” She says, and angry tear escaping from behind her eyelashes and falling down her cheek.
“No?” He asks, his smile turning into a small, confused frown. “But I thought we were trying for that?”
“Trying for it?” She asks, swatting his hand away from her face. “Peter why would we be trying, we just had sex, we weren’t trying to have a baby!”
“But, I thought you said…” He starts.
“You thought I said?” She asks, shaking her head. “Peter, we were just talking dirty! No one in their right mind would have thought you were serious!”
He sits forward on the couch, resting his elbows on his knees and his face in his palm. He sighs as he rubs over his cheeks before letting himself fall back into the cushions.
“You know I’ll take care of everything.” He says, reaching for her hand.
“I know.” She whispers back to him, letting his fingers wrap around hers.
She leans against him as they sit in silence before Peter clears his throat.
“Let’s get married, then.” He whispers to her, brushing his thumb over the back of her hand. “I love you.”
“Peter.” She says, standing up from the couch and letting go of his hand. “No, Peter, this was a mistake.”
“I’m sorry.” Megan says, not looking at him as she opens the heavy door to his office and steps out, closing it behind her.
Chapter 12
She sits at her desk, slowly sipping her steaming hot coffee as she rolls a blue ball point pen along her desk.
“Megan.” She hears and she looks up, seeing Benj leaning forward on the wall in front of her desk.
“Hey.” She whispers, gently placing her coffee down and giving her friend a soft smile.
“Long time no talk.” He says, wiping his fingers over the granite. “Sorry about that.”
“That’s okay, man.” She says, nodding her head. “I understand.”
He smiles back at her before raising his eyebrows.
“You heard about Mr. Fancy CEO right?” He says, leaning back.
“Yeah, I heard about him.” She says, pursing her lips, feeling a little annoyed about Peter being brought up.
“You heard he’s moving offices, right?” Benj says, nodding his head up and down his eyes wide before he lets out a chuckle. “What did you do to him?”
“What do you mean he’s moving?” She asks, pressing her hand flat against her pen, stopping it from rolling.
“I can’t remember where.” Benj says, looking up at the ceiling. “Some place in Europe.”
“Are you serious?” She asks, standing up from her chair. “He never said anything to me about it.”
“Yeah, we got a memo about it.” Benj says. “With his new number for video chats.” He says as he points at her computer screen. “Must be nice to travel around like that and still
hold a job. Fuckin’ guy.”
“Excuse me.” She says, turning away from Benj and running toward the elevator. “I’ll be right back!” She calls out to him, leaving him to answer the phones once again.
She rides the elevator to the 23rd floor, impatiently waiting for the light to ding.
“Hurry up!” She says as she waits for the heavy metal doors to open.
She squeezes out of the doors before running toward Peter’s assistant’s desk.
“Where is he?” She asks, panting as she looks toward his office.
“He just left, Megan.” The assistant says, flipping through a day planner. “But the car he’s waiting for is coming at 10. So unless it’s early, he should still be downstairs.”
“I just came from downstairs.” She says, exasperated.
“Must have just missed him.” He says, handing her a folded paper. “But he left you this.”
“Yeah, okay, thanks.” She says, opening the folded paper, revealing a very expensive check.
Call me. Good faith money. More when you want it. Please call, Megan. I love you.
“Oh my God.” She whispers turning around and racing for the elevator.
“Hey, Megan!” The assistant yells out to her. “He loves you, ya know!”
She runs past the cafeteria on her pantyhose, her heels in her hands. Megan pushing against the big glass doors of the entrance to her office before walking out into the parking lot.
She looks around for Peter, her heart racing as she feels the time slip away. Finally she spots him. She runs over to him as he opens the door to a long, black limo.
“Peter!” She yells, slowing down, her legs aching as she watches him turn his head.
His blue eyes light up and he begins to run forward toward her.
“Megan.” He whispers, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her hair.
“No. No!” She says, pushing him away. “I don’t want this!” She yells as she waves the check around in the air.
“Take it. It’s okay.” He whispers to her as he grasps her arm, trying to hold it steady.
“I don’t want it!” She says, ripping up the check as tears flow down her face. “How could you just leave without telling me?”
“I don’t want to be her if I can’t have you, Megan.” Peter whispers to her, brushing his fingers against her chin.
“Well, I don’t want your money.” She says, tossing the torn paper at him. She grabs him by the tie and pulls him close. “I want you.”
She pushes her lips against his before wrapping her arms around him, resting her ear on his chest, listening to his heart beat.
“Sir.” A suited driver says from behind them. “I’m sorry, but if we’re going to make it to the airport we need to leave now.”
“No.” Peter whispers to him. “I won’t be going.” He pulls up Megan’s chin, looking into her crystal eyes. “Everything is already right here.”
End.
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Chapter 1
Maddie’s dark green eyes gaze heavily into the mirror before her as she pulls her light blonde hair back behind her head and loosely secures it with an elastic. She brushes her short fringe away from her eyebrows as she leans in closer to the mirror. She gently smooths out her brows, wincing as her finger tips pass over the dark purple bruise forming around the socket.
“I guess it could have been worse.” She whispers to herself, standing up straight and taking a deep breath as she smooths the front of her apron with her palms. “At least it’s not swollen too bad.”
She reaches behind her apron, into the front pocket of her jeans and pulls out a shimmery pink lip gloss. Maddie quickly slides it across her lips before looking back up into the mirror and forcing a small smile across her face, as she smooths her hair one last time before her shift starts.
“Maddie, let’s get the hustle on!” She hears her manager call to her as she emerges from the restroom. “It’s a beautiful day to pour some coffees, now don’t you think?”
“Sure is, Helen.” She replies sarcastically to the old grey woman, as she grabs her order pad and stuffs it into her apron. “Every day is a great day to work here.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Her manager says, talking to her as she walks into the kitchen out of sight. “You know I wouldn’t be able to get rid of you if I tried!”
“And you would never try!” Maddie snorts, preparing a fresh pot of coffee to drip before placing the pot back on the burner. She grabs her rag and sanitizer, ready to clean the tables when she hears the busboy shout.
“Is that a limo?” He exclaims, pointing his thumb toward the long, black car just outside the diner’s large windows. “What’s a limo doing at this dump?”
“That is a limo!” She says as she turns around to look out the window.
She watches as the driver gets out and walks around the car. He short, but dressed to the nines in a dark suit. He opens the back passenger side door.
Maddie watches as a long leg steps out. Then another one, before a tall man steps out of the back seat. She watches as he brushes over his slim fitting suit jacket, straightening it out before he brushes his hand over the front of his combed back brown hair.
“Is he, like, the health inspector or something?” The busboy asks as they watch the mysterious man hands his driver something, then begin walking toward the glass door.
“No, why would a health inspector arrive in a limo?” Maddie asks, shaking her head as she watches the tall, mysterious man grab onto the door’s handle and let himself inside the dinner.
“Good morning, sir.” She smiles, noticing his pale blue eyes shine in the sunbeams. “Are you here for someone?”
“Here for breakfast.” He says, his voice deep and soft as he sinks his hand into his front pants pocket.
“Oh, yeah, of course.” Maddie says, grabbing a menu from behind the front counter. “Let me find you a table. Is the back okay?” She asks as she walks to the back of the diner, motioning for him to follow.
“Back is fine.” He says following Maddie to his seat.
He sits as she puts the menu down in front of him and he flips through the pages.
“Can I get you a coffee to start off with, sir?” She asks, clearing her throat. “It’s fresh, I made it myself.”
“Thank you, that would be nice.” He says, placing the menu down and looking up to smile at her, his pale blue eyes squinting.
Maddie walks over to the back counter, taking the piping hot pot off the burner before pouring the steaming coffee into a white mug.
“Cream or sugar, sir?” She asks from across the room. “I was a little late today and haven’t had time to put anything out yet.”
“Black is fine, thank you.” He says softly.
She carefully brings the warm mug over to him, placing the coffee in front of him before picking up his menu.
“What can I get for you?” She asks, pulling her order pad out from the front of her apron and flipping it over to a clean page.
“I’ll have the special.” He says pointing toward the window and it’s painted advertisement.
“One special, easy enough.” She says as she scribbles down his order. “Shouldn’t be much of a wait.”
Maddie walks into the sizzle of the diner’s kitchen to hand off her order before getting back to cleaning tables. She pulls the rag out of her back pocket before looking over to her customer, his back facing her. She couldn’t help but be a little fascinated by the man. It wasn’t every day this greasy spoon diner got c
ustomers that came in limos. She didn’t even know there was a place to rent limos in town. It seems more like a big city thing.
She peers out the front window, looking over the black, shining car before hearing the cook ding the bell to indicate the order was up. She stuff the rag into her back pocket before heading over to pick it up before taking it over to the diners special guest.
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