Where It Begins... (Ch. 4)

After the little meeting, I finish up the day and head home. I get to my apartment, kick off my heels, and I put on my comfy shorts and a tank top. I slide my fuzzy black slippers on and head to the kitchen, a big glass of wine was calling my name. I move to my couch, turn on the TV, and flip the channels until I find a repeat of a show I have seen too many times. I start to slide down on the couch and I get real comfortable. Reaching for my phone, I set my alarm for work the next morning, but also with a small hope I would get a text from Khyle. I'm also not surprised if I don't get one. I finish my wine and can feel its sweet, crispy flavors sitting on my tongue, sliding down my throat relaxing me.

My eyes are starting to feel heavy when I am woken up by the sound of my alarm. I make my way to the bathroom to wash my face and then over to my closet. I decide that I'm going to wear a tight, black pencil skirt and a sheer navy blue top. I curl my hair, put on my black pumps, grab my breakfast shake, and head out the door. Shoot, I feel sexy, and like good things are going to happen today.

I pull into the parking garage and head up the elevator to the 5th floor. Settling down at my desk, I turn on my computer and let the emails load while I make my cup of coffee, my usual routine for the mornings. When I get back, I see the massive amount of emails, meetings, and deadlines. Great. I get to work on getting caught up, but I can't. I respond to my emails to find that there are more flowing in, most of them are from Mariah correcting me on my corrections. It is obvious that she isn't reading the full article to get why I have corrected them the way I have, but this is how she is. She only reads the first few sentences and doesn't like what I wrote so she changes it to the first thing she can think of so that she can return to her online shopping. I think my edits are fine and I only send them to her so she can send them off to printing. I need a break, staring at the computer screen has me going crosseyed, so I get up and take a walk to the kitchen. I lean on the high table and make myself a bagel with cream cheese. To my right, I see Khyle walking down the hall from the elevators. Without making it too obvious, I put all my weight on my right leg and stick my butt out. I look towards Khyle and we lock eyes. He looks down to my butt and then back up to me with a devilish smile. I politely smile back and return to my bagel. Hell yeah, giving my inner Goddess a high five.

Once I'm back at my desk, I find a little note on the keyboard, reading, "You look beautiful today."

No name was written on the note, but I can only assume and hope it's from Khyle. After my noon lunch meeting, I finally finish all my emails. Once it hits 4:00, I pack my things and head down the hall to the elevators. I look towards Khyle's office to see if he was there, but he wasn't. I'm in front of the elevator doors, and when they open I see Khyle looking at his phone. I step in and smile.

"Heading home?" He says without looking up from his phone.

"Yeah finally, busy day is just begging for a glass of wine," I say with a smile.

He places his phone in his pocket and turns to face me, "You look incredible today. It's so hard for me to keep my hands off you."

I turn to face him and say with certainty, "Then don't."

"As you wish," he smiles.

He grabs me by the hips and pushes me against the wall of the elevator to kiss me hard. His tongue running over my lips biting my bottom lip. Fuck he know how to kiss. My hands are on his biceps, just feeling them has gotten me aroused. I can feel my cheeks hot and my heart is racing. The elevator bell dings and we break apart. He steps out and turns to me and says goodbye. Like that, he disappears.

Every time he leaves me hot and out of breath, dammit. I get in my car and head home to put on my comfy clothes, heat up my Chinese food leftovers, and pour myself a big glass of wine. After I finish my food, I get in the shower and I put on my booty shorts and tank top. I pour another glass of wine and head to my bed. Next thing I know, my phone dings and I see a message from Khyle. Holy shit, holy shit. I get excited over the little things, I guess.

Kyle: "Hey there"

Me: "Hello"

Kyle: "I can't get you out of my head, you looked so beautiful today."

Me: "Thank you, I haven't been able to get you out of my head either."

Kyle: "I keep seeing your beautiful booty in that skirt and all I wanted to do was pick it up to reveal what's under..."

Me: "I really wish you did."

Kyle: "Are you drinking your wine?"

Me: "Yes, on my second glass already ;)"

Kyle: "Good, I hope your relaxing, and that's an order from your superior."

Me: "Oh yes sir, in my comfy clothes and everything."

Kyle: "Oh yeah? What are your comfy clothes?"

Me: "Booty shorts and a tank top with fuzzy black slippers."

A few minutes pass and he doesn't respond. I close my phone and lay back on my bed, finishing my glass. I wonder what he is doing that he doesn't respond. Duh Adrienne, he has a life, he's a big time boss who doesn't have time for you, I think to myself.

Then I feel my phone buzz. I look down and its Khyle. He's calling me!? Since when do people call other people these days?! I try to think about the last time I talked to someone on the phone other than my mom. Shit. My phone is still buzzing and I feel the blood rush to my cheeks.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hey, sorry for calling. I just really wanted to hear your voice," he says with a gentle sigh.

I don't know what to say... "Uhm... Well, hi there," feeling like a dumbass for not thinking of something cooler, as I slap the palm of my hand to my forehead.

"Hey," he says calmly. There is a pause on the line as if he is thinking. Crap this is awkward. For another moment, it's silent. I pull my phone away from my ear and look at the screen. As I put the phone back to my ear, I hear him say, "So... I am actually calling because I wanted to see if you would want to grab some dinner with me this weekend?"

Damn. Damn. Damn. Did he just freaking ask me out?? How the hell could I say no? I pull the phone away one more time and whisper to myself, "Okay, keep it cool, Adrienne, keep your shit cool."

I take a breath and ask, "What about work...?"

He clears his throat and begins to say, "Yeah, that was my only worry, but don't you worry about it. I'll take care of it."

What the hell does that mean? He sounds like some kind of mob boss, but who am I to argue, he's too amazing to say no.

"I'd love to," I reply, trying to hide the excitement in my voice.

"Great... I'll see you then, this Friday night." We say goodnight, and I hang up the phone. I toss it to the side and squeal in excitement.