the double doors.
There were nothing but suits and dresses sprawled out all across the small café, all on their lunch break as well. I spotted a corner table and I practically ran to make sure no one else scooped it up. As I nestled into the small wooden chair, I heard a familiar voice call my name. I shrugged it off thinking that I couldn’t be the only Aston in this place, but a couple seconds later I heard my name again. I turned to see Sloan sitting at the table behind me. Everything inside of me told me not to turn around, but how could I ignore my boss? With that I slowly turned in my chair.
“Oh hey Mr. Holden , what are you doing here?” Stupid question, obviously he was here for lunch as well.
“I needed a break from the office, so I headed over here. They have the best sandwiches.” He smiled. Oh how he smiled. I could feel the butterflies in my tummy beginning to get flighty.
“Oh I know! I try to come eat here at least four times a week.” I laughed.
“Well, I haven’t ordered yet. There is no sense in taking up another table, why don’t you just come have lunch with me?”
I was suddenly nervous. My palms started sweating and my mouth suddenly became extremely dry. “Okay, yeah, that makes sense.” I grabbed my purse and maneuvered my way over to him.
He loo ked quite dapper today in his three-piece navy, pinstriped suit. His hair was a chocolate brown, cut in a longer version of a faux hawk, but it still looked professional. I have to admit, I had never noticed his eyes before today, but he had the same smoldering amber eyes that his father had. And for a brief second, I was completely lost in them and couldn’t think of a single word to say.
“Aston, are you okay?”
I faked a small cough. “Yeah I’m fine. Sorry, I think my allergies are starting to act up.” I smiled.
“That’s okay. Well, let’s order shall we?” He smiled back.
Our waitress came strutting over a moment later and I knew she was in awe of my boss. Her nametag said her name was Melanie, and her bra size said she was easy. Sloan pointed in my direction for me to order first, but Melanie didn’t look in my direction, she just simply scrolled down what I was saying while continuing to stare at Sloan.
“Can I get an extra pickle on the side, please?”
“I’m sorry, what was that ma’am?” Still, no look.
“A pickle, on the side, please!” I growled.
And while you’re at it, don’t call me ma’am. What am I eighty?
“Oh yeah, sure.” Once again she was oblivious to my presence.
Melanie left a minute later and I was secretly cursing at myself in my head. I didn’t want Sloan to think that I was controlling or possessive, given the fact that we were nothing close to an item; I didn't want him to think I was thinking we were either. I was lost in my blunder of over-thinking when his voice broke through my train of thought.
“Read anything good today?”
“Oh, no I think I may have found one or two that might make it through.” This wasn’t true, but I figured I would fib a bit to make it sound as if I was actually putting in some actual work today.
“I see. So, what is the dress for?” He asked.
“Excuse me?”
“The dress I saw you in earlier today, any special occasion?” He began fidgeting with his watch while waiting for my answer.
“Oh that dress, I have a wedding I have to go to at the end of the month.” I was lying. I didn’t have to go. “There’s going to be a bunch of people I haven’t seen in a long time there, so I figured I would grace them with my presence.” I grinned in his direction letting him know I was joking.
He glanced up from his watch. “Well, that sounds nice. Is it here in Arizona?”
“Yeah, it’s out at the Botanical Gardens.” I slowly began unfolding my napkin in my lap.
“That should be nice. Anyone you are excited to see get married?” He smiled.
I wanted to lie and say yes, but a part of me really wasn’t sure. “Well, it’s