With only the two of us in his office, it just starts to get awkward. Time to get moving, I think with enthusiasm.
"So, will you show me my office and we can go over the details of my job?" I look up to him innocently, quite ready to start working. This job is a great opportunity for me to meet new people and gain new connections. Maybe even meet a few guys along the way.
"You're really serious about this? Mom didn't force you to work for me? Maybe spy on me a little on the side?" Drake quirks up a brow.
Ha.
I shrug. "Your mom said you needed an assistant. I needed a job." It's not technically a lie. I just danced around his questions a bit.
4
"Right." Drake is still studying me like a specimen for some kind of exhibit.
I stand up and skim my hands over my skirt, smoothing out the invisible wrinkles. "Okay. Can we now get started?" I go to grab my purse; not wanting to talk to Drake any more than I have to.
"I haven't seen you in eight years, Lil. Is that all you have to say? There's no ‘How are you, Drake?' or ‘It's nice to see you again?'"
Uh, not really.
We didn't really part on good terms, so I see no need for pleasantries or the pretense that it is nice to see him because I could care less about how he's doing-or who he's doing, for that matter.
"To be honest, I don't really care for that," I admit. "I came here to work for you and that's what I'll do. We're not friends anymore, Drake," I state it as matter-of-factly as possible.
"You're right. We were just practically like family. We were never friends." His hand goes to the side of his scruffy jaw, rubbing along it. I can tell he's still waiting and stalling with this conversation.
Why can't he just drop it? It was a long, long time ago.
"Yep!" I look at him as he leans over his desk, looking confused. "So … can we move on from that and get to work?"
He folds his arms and is silent for a good minute. I guess he can't really drop it, huh?
"Have you really moved on from it, Lily?" His heavily loaded question hits me like a ton of bricks.
Whoa, WTF!
"Whatever do you mean?" I ask innocently. Is he actually this dense? Can't he simply understand that I don't want to rehash and chitchat about the damn past?
"You've been avoiding me. Why is that? Both of our mothers are like sisters, and yet, I haven't seen you in almost a decade. Now, out of the blue, my mom decides to hire you as my assistant. Isn't that a little sketchy, perhaps even fishy to you?"
"No, I don't think so. I haven't been avoiding you. I just couldn't stomach seeing you again." Oops, isn't that the same thing? "After Mexico, I realized I made a mistake. You were a huge mistake. So, there. There is your reason." I hold my head high as I speak those words to him.
He means nothing to me. Not anymore.
"A mistake … Right. You didn't seem to mind it when I was taking your virginity. To which, I recall, you freely gave away for any man who was willing."
JACKASS!
I grind my teeth together and gather all the energy I can muster from the universe to compose myself and not shriek with rage. "Sure, that night was okay." I shrug. "It was meh … nothing earth-shattering now that I've had better." Ha! Shove it, you douche, I think.
My words clearly affect him. Men and their sexual prowess … all you have to do is question it and they go mental.
"I see. You've developed quite a tongue there, Lil. You better tame your temper if you don't want a repeat of ‘nothing earth-shattering' sex." I blanch at his sexual innuendo. Has he lost his marbles?
"Trust me, I'd rather train a tiger than get to tumble in the sheets with you; thank you very much." I walk towards the door with my purse in hand and look back at the confusing, sexy man. "If you're still hell bent about the past, stay here and ponder some more, okay? I'll find my desk and figure it out on my own since my boss is too caught up in his own thoughts." His facial expression is simply priceless as I open the door and slam it hard behind me...
I smugly congratulate myself for not making a huge deal and a bigger fool out of myself after seeing him again. True, I may have loved the man to distraction back in yesteryears, but that ship has sailed. He doesn't get to take my virginity and simply walk away like it doesn't matter, like I didn't matter. His vicious rejection scarred me forever and it will forever be ingrained in my head; I would be stupid to forget it.
Once you give up your heart to the man you love, it ultimately gives them power. I've been stupid enough to succumb to his easy charm before. Never again, Drake Tatum, never fucking again.
I glance at Mindy's office, but she still isn't in there. Where is she?
There is another office next to Mindy's and I go open it. To my relief, it's empty except for the computer that sits on the desk. The office is small, but clean and has an airy feel to it. I suppose all the glass that surrounds it makes it less claustrophobic. The contrast between the black carpet and the white office furniture combines to make it sleek and chic. I love this office. I can easily picture myself working here. But do you really want to work for Drake? The voice in my head counters. Who knows? The man might be insufferable, yet, maybe as a boss, he won't be so bad. Just as long as he knows the boundaries and doesn't cross the line, then it won't be a problem.
I stride inside and immediately start working. I turn on the computer and place my purse in my desk drawer. Since I don't have any office supplies, I seek out the supply room. It's easily found because the room has a ‘Supply Room' nameplate on the oak door.
Unknowingly, I start to whistle, but stop when I hear mewling sounds and sobs coming from somewhere in the room. I pursue the sounds to find out who they are coming from. I find a stylish, dressed to impress, black woman hunched over the copying machine, crying.
I tense. I guess she didn't hear me?
"Excuse me-are you alright? I don't mean to pry, but I heard you and I'm a little concerned," I whisper at the sullen woman's form. She immediately glances up when she hears me.
She sniffs again, trying to wipe the running mascara, but the hasty brush of her fingers makes it even worse. "Sorry. You must be the new girl. I'm Mindy." She sniffs once again.
Is she okay? She looks so distraught. I want to hug her, though I hold myself back just in case she thinks I'm a weirdo or something.
"I'm Lily Alexander. Are you okay, Mindy? Is there anything I can get you? Water, perhaps?"
"I'm a mess. Give me a second or two and then I'll be good as new," she states, yet I'm not convinced. Even in her state, it's obvious how pretty Mindy is, but I doubt her puffy eyes and nose will clear away that quickly.
I nod and smile at her. "Alright, but if you need someone to talk to, I'm here." Mindy nods and excuses herself to the restroom.
Confused from that little scene, I mentally shrug and seek out the supplies that I came here for in the first place.
I'm in the midst of putting some pens and pencils away in my office when I hear I light knock. I look up and find Mindy.
"Hey, come on in."
She strolls in with her tight, black slacks and fitted, engine red v-neck top. Wow, what I would give to have a nice rack like hers, I think annoyingly. Hers even look real-a commodity in Los Angeles. A lot of women here are enhanced and altered. Sad to say, but it's the damn truth.
Mindy sits on one of the white leather seats across from my desk. "You probably must've thought I was some loony, finding me crying in the supply closet like that, didn't you?" She chuckles. "I don't blame you. I didn't want to meet you in that state." She looks away for a second. "I need to learn how to separate my personal life and my work. I tend to mesh them together and it can be overwhelming sometimes."
"Don't worry about it. I get it-we're women. I can be emotional at times, too. You don't have to explain yourself to me."
Mindy flashes me a genuine, knockout smile. "Thank you. You know-I like you already. You have this aura around you; I find it very soothing and I feel like you really do mean what you say."
"Thank you. That's a very nice thing to say."
Mindy gets up and is about to leave my office when I speak again. "This might sound stupid, but can you tell me what I'm supposed to be doing right now?"
"Bring a notepad and go to Drake's office. He should direct you and tell you what he needs to be done." She turns around and then pauses, again. "Drake Tatum is a great man to work for. A little difficult at times, but he's fair and square. Try not to mind his fiancée, though. She's a class-A bitch, but other than that, it should be smooth sailing. See you in a bit." I give her a small smile and sit in my chair with a frustrated sigh.