Teaser from Matthew and Becky's conversation.
“Hello,
Be…caaa.” He dragged the last sound of my name out as if it was the ending of a
song. Leaning toward me, he crossed his arms on the table, and checked me out.
I wore a form fitted black sweatsuit from Victoria's
Secret, and my hair was tied in a high ponytail.
Feeling his eyes practically undressing me, and irate that he called me by the wrong name, I spoke out. “I don’t know who you have confused me with, but I’m not Becca. My name is Becky,” I scowled.
“Don’t worry. I remember your name, and I never forget a pretty face. I just like to call you Becca. It’s cute. It has a nice ring to it.”
“Then don’t expect me to answer when you call me by that name.” Did he say I was pretty?
Matthew ignored my last comment, reached over to grab my cup, and took a long whiff. “Hazelnut… such a girly drink.” Then he placed it down and took a sip of his. Watching him made me thirsty, so I took one too. “Becca, what are you doing?” His eyes burned through the computer screen…actually through me.
Feeling his eyes practically undressing me, and irate that he called me by the wrong name, I spoke out. “I don’t know who you have confused me with, but I’m not Becca. My name is Becky,” I scowled.
“Don’t worry. I remember your name, and I never forget a pretty face. I just like to call you Becca. It’s cute. It has a nice ring to it.”
“Then don’t expect me to answer when you call me by that name.” Did he say I was pretty?
Matthew ignored my last comment, reached over to grab my cup, and took a long whiff. “Hazelnut… such a girly drink.” Then he placed it down and took a sip of his. Watching him made me thirsty, so I took one too. “Becca, what are you doing?” His eyes burned through the computer screen…actually through me.
“None of you business,” I snapped lightly so he would get the point that
I didn’t want to be bothered.
Matthew beamed a mischievous grin that caused all sorts of funny flips in my stomach. He was simply gorgeous. “I made you answer when I called you Becca.”
Grrr! He was right; I did. Knowing he had the upper hand right now, I changed the subject. “Do you mind? I have work to do. Some of us actually have to work.”
He didn’t like that reply. I could tell by his eyebrows narrowing together, pinching in the center. A part of me felt bad. I shouldn’t have said that, but then again, that’s what he got for being an ass…a hot ass, though.
“You shouldn’t read so much on the computer screen. It’s not good for your eyes.” Matthew leaned back into his chair; spreading his long legs, while his eyes continued to be fixated on me.
Not knowing how to respond to his question, I decided not to answer him, and shifted my eyes back to the screen. I’d hoped he would get the point that I wasn’t in a talking mood. Actually, my nerves were unsteady and I didn’t know what to say. But he kept right on rolling with whatever he thought this was. Matthew tapping my shoes with his made me look up at him. “You didn’t answer me,” he said, giving me that sly grin.
I pulled my legs back so he couldn’t touch me again. “Why don’t you talk to those ladies behind you instead? I’m sure they have nothing better to do. Go bug them.” I pointed to the table where the group of women sat. Their eyes never left him, and I could tell they were honing in on our conversation.
Matthew didn’t even bother to look in the direction I pointed. He didn’t seem interested at all.
“I’d rather stay here. I think you like me here too.” He took a big gulp of his drink, and then slowly licked at some that escaped with a long stroke of his tongue.
Watching him made me quiver… EVERYWHERE. My face became as hot as my drink; and…I wanted to be the cup he just licked. “Fine. Suit yourself. I’m not going to talk to you.” My eyes went straight to my laptop, but I was dying to ask him a question. “Why are you even here? You don’t live near here.”
“I thought you weren’t talking to me?” he smirked, but he continued. “Max asked me to stop by your place. I need to bring some files over. We have some business to discuss.” He leaned over. “I actually work for living too, in case you didn’t know. But I also like to have lots of fun. I could show you what I mean someday.”
I just stared at him as my jaw dropped. Show me what fun meant? I don’t need for him to show me. I invented the word…well…not really, someone else did, but no way would I allow this arrogant jerk to show me what that meant. “I don’t think so,” I replied with a sting of attitude.
Without a comeback, Matthew stood up, shifted his baseball cap and quietly pushed his chair back in while I watched his every move without trying to make it obvious. “Well…gotta run. Duty calls. Have a nice day.”
“How long will you be in my apartment,” I asked casually.
“Couple of hours, I suppose. Why? Would you like me to stay longer?”
“No…I just wanted to calculate how long I needed to be here so I don’t run into you again,” I said in monotone, with a twitch of a brow—playful yet serious.
He let out a chuckle. “Well…that’s a first.”
What did he mean by that? When I thought he was out the door, I inhaled a deep breath. He was taking my oxygen and I didn’t even know it. That thief. He even took a piece of me with him, but I didn’t know what it was. All I knew was that I kinda missed his presence and our awkward, not-so-friendly conversation.
I was just about to click to read a query letter when I saw a shadow looming over me, getting smaller. “Looks like an important document. I like what you’re reading. The file must be called the blank screen,” he whispered in my ear. His hot breath brushed against the side of my neck and heat rushed to the core of my being, making me dissolve into the chair. I didn’t want him to stop.
When he opened the door, the cool draft took his warmth away. I was upset at myself; now he knew I had nothing on my screen. Now he knew I was too nervous around him to even think of work. That was just freakin great!
Matthew beamed a mischievous grin that caused all sorts of funny flips in my stomach. He was simply gorgeous. “I made you answer when I called you Becca.”
Grrr! He was right; I did. Knowing he had the upper hand right now, I changed the subject. “Do you mind? I have work to do. Some of us actually have to work.”
He didn’t like that reply. I could tell by his eyebrows narrowing together, pinching in the center. A part of me felt bad. I shouldn’t have said that, but then again, that’s what he got for being an ass…a hot ass, though.
“You shouldn’t read so much on the computer screen. It’s not good for your eyes.” Matthew leaned back into his chair; spreading his long legs, while his eyes continued to be fixated on me.
Not knowing how to respond to his question, I decided not to answer him, and shifted my eyes back to the screen. I’d hoped he would get the point that I wasn’t in a talking mood. Actually, my nerves were unsteady and I didn’t know what to say. But he kept right on rolling with whatever he thought this was. Matthew tapping my shoes with his made me look up at him. “You didn’t answer me,” he said, giving me that sly grin.
I pulled my legs back so he couldn’t touch me again. “Why don’t you talk to those ladies behind you instead? I’m sure they have nothing better to do. Go bug them.” I pointed to the table where the group of women sat. Their eyes never left him, and I could tell they were honing in on our conversation.
Matthew didn’t even bother to look in the direction I pointed. He didn’t seem interested at all.
“I’d rather stay here. I think you like me here too.” He took a big gulp of his drink, and then slowly licked at some that escaped with a long stroke of his tongue.
Watching him made me quiver… EVERYWHERE. My face became as hot as my drink; and…I wanted to be the cup he just licked. “Fine. Suit yourself. I’m not going to talk to you.” My eyes went straight to my laptop, but I was dying to ask him a question. “Why are you even here? You don’t live near here.”
“I thought you weren’t talking to me?” he smirked, but he continued. “Max asked me to stop by your place. I need to bring some files over. We have some business to discuss.” He leaned over. “I actually work for living too, in case you didn’t know. But I also like to have lots of fun. I could show you what I mean someday.”
I just stared at him as my jaw dropped. Show me what fun meant? I don’t need for him to show me. I invented the word…well…not really, someone else did, but no way would I allow this arrogant jerk to show me what that meant. “I don’t think so,” I replied with a sting of attitude.
Without a comeback, Matthew stood up, shifted his baseball cap and quietly pushed his chair back in while I watched his every move without trying to make it obvious. “Well…gotta run. Duty calls. Have a nice day.”
“How long will you be in my apartment,” I asked casually.
“Couple of hours, I suppose. Why? Would you like me to stay longer?”
“No…I just wanted to calculate how long I needed to be here so I don’t run into you again,” I said in monotone, with a twitch of a brow—playful yet serious.
He let out a chuckle. “Well…that’s a first.”
What did he mean by that? When I thought he was out the door, I inhaled a deep breath. He was taking my oxygen and I didn’t even know it. That thief. He even took a piece of me with him, but I didn’t know what it was. All I knew was that I kinda missed his presence and our awkward, not-so-friendly conversation.
I was just about to click to read a query letter when I saw a shadow looming over me, getting smaller. “Looks like an important document. I like what you’re reading. The file must be called the blank screen,” he whispered in my ear. His hot breath brushed against the side of my neck and heat rushed to the core of my being, making me dissolve into the chair. I didn’t want him to stop.
When he opened the door, the cool draft took his warmth away. I was upset at myself; now he knew I had nothing on my screen. Now he knew I was too nervous around him to even think of work. That was just freakin great!
