there's some sort of emergency with the kids and that I needed to get there ASAP. I just wanted to let you know before I stormed out of here. I didn't want you wondering what happened. Oh, and the other applicants have gone home. I let them know that we’ll have to reschedule, but it seems that won’t be necessary,” she said with a nervous laugh.
“Of course. Sorry about that. You’re an angel! And no problem, Denise. You know you don't have to stick around anyhow. It's almost 6 o'clock. How many times do I have to tell you if I'm on the phone or in a meeting and it's your time to go, then just get out of here?” Spencer said with a smile, touching her shoulder. “Don't worry, I'll pay you for your extra hour. But seriously, get on home.”
Denise smiled at him and bowed her head in appreciation. “Thank you, sir. I'll see you on Monday,” she said as she quickly turned and clicked back down the long hallway to the reception area.
“It was nice meeting you,” I called out and she gave a small wave with her left hand above her head.
Spencer and I stood there in the hallway staring at one another as we heard Denise shuffling papers and grabbing her purse from the front desk. There were a few more clicks of her heels against the marble floor and then a ding of the elevator opening and then closing and then…finally only silence.
As I looked at Spencer and he looked at me, we suddenly burst out into laughter. The situation hadn’t really been all that funny, but neither of us could help it. And the more we tried to suppress it, the worse it became. After a few minutes of solid giggling, we were able to catch our breath and regain composure.
“Well, I guess I should be going since it's after hours and all. I didn't mean to keep you so late. Everyone else has already gone home?” I asked, a little surprised.
“Yes, 5 o'clock on the dot,” he smiled. “You know...these interviews usually only last me about a half hour tops,” he admitted with a hint of guilt. “I guess I'm the one to blame for keeping you. ”
I was shocked, I mean...was he admitting to me what I think he was? Not to mention, he had had other interviewees scheduled and hired me without meeting anyone else. “If I didn't know any better, Spencer Ford, I'd wonder if you had a thing for me,” I giggled, my newfound bravery taking me by surprise.
He stared intently at me, not saying a word, and then closed the distance between us in what seemed like an instant. Spencer reached out and touched my face, then, his long fingers brushing my skin, sending shivers through my body, his touch stirring inappropriate thoughts and feelings inside of me. After all, whether I wanted to admit it or not I was still engaged and I couldn't just throw that fact out the window, no matter how much I wanted to in that moment.
I stepped away from him without warning. A look of confusion and concern flooded his face as his eyes searched mine for answers. I didn't know what to do or say, so I simply turned on my heel and ran quickly down the long marble corridor that still smelled of Denise's perfume.
As I rounded the corner to the empty receptionist area, I forced myself to not look back at him. I was afraid that if I saw the look on Spencer's face one more time that I wouldn't have the strength to stay away. I heard his deep, velvety voice call out to me, but I was too far away now to catch what it was. I rapidly jammed the 'down' arrow on the elevator, praying it would open as fast as possible.
My heart was about to beat out of my chest. It seemed like an eternity before the doors finally opened up and welcomed me into the comfort of the
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