C hris woke up to his phone ringing, he had slept longer than he should, his alarm clock blinking away, it took a while to get his mind working, he picked.
"What?" He snapped into the phone.
"Sir, your 8'o clock appointment is here" his PA said into the phone, he looked at the time.
"Keep him there" he hissed tossing the phone on the bed, he rushed out of bed but paused, he looked over at the bed and she wasn't there, he narrowed his eyes, he was sure it wasn't a dream, he got ready and rushed to his kitchen, the plate washed and sitting on the sink, he didn't have time to digest everything until he got to his meeting, he was distracted as he recall everything and he was getting hard, he find it funny, that the tables turn on him faster than he can imagine.
"Sir..." His attention came back to the table.
"Sign the deal, clear my schedule" he said getting up.
Michael watched Chris pace his office floor, he had done that for about a minute or 2.
"Are you training for the army?" Michael asked and Chris turned to him, he met Michaels raised brow.
"This girl..." Michael sighed.
"You have fallen?" Michael asked.
"I... Last night" he began and Michael grinned.
"I felt drunk but I didn't drink, that was the best sex I ever had" Michael watched his friend holding back a laugh.
"That is not funny, don't fucking laugh" he hissed.
"I am confused here, I want to do whatever she wanted, she made me cook" he said sitting down and Michaels laugh vanished.
"It's that serious?" He asked and Chris sighed.
"I didn't even cook for Stephanie" he said and Michael frowned.
"I feel she is playing me and I can't help it, my stupid heart....
"Hey, I told you before, it's not a crime" Michael cut his off, he knows how easy and hard his friend can fall in love, Stephanie broke him so hard that it took months for him to snap back.
"Why don't I meet this girl" Michael offered.
"You know, if she is as terrible as you described her" Michael chuckled.
"Fine" Chris said relaxing, he looked out the window.
"If she turns out like Stephanie, I will kill her" Michael looked at his friend cautiously.
"Yeah.... You are in trouble" Michael chuckled.
Susan had dressed in her spaghetti strap mid-thigh camisole, she wore a jacket on it and her ankle boot, she walked out of the sweets and find him leaning against his car, arm crossed and looking sexy, she paused as he push off the car and walked towards her.
"Why are you here?" She asked confused, he grabbed her chin and kissed her hard.
"If you play me, I will kill you" he assured and she chuckled.
"Sure...." She dragged confused, he walked her to the car and opened the door for her.
"Seriously, are you drunk?" She asked.
"Yesterday....
"You got your....
"Don't fucking say the word!" He cut her off and she raised her hand in surrender, he stepped back and she smirked.
"Reward" she said pointedly and slide into the car, she shut the door and waited, after what felt like forever, he joined her in the car.
"What are you doing tomorrow apart from work?" He asked and she glanced at him amused.
"I don't know, work?" She replied pulling on her seatbelt, even though she knows it's her off day at the sweet.
"Do you have a day off?" He asked
"Yes" she replied and he waited for more but got nothing.
"When is the day off?" He gritted out.
"Tomorrow" she replied with a chuckle, he grips the wheel so hard she saw the veins on his arm pop and she chuckled.
"if you want a date, you have to work for it" She told him as he pulled over.
"I wasn't going to ask you out on a date" he said and she hmmm.
"I figured, 1 night doesn't mean shit, you don't need to know my free days" she said exiting the car, he watched her and a smile formed on his lips, she really is a handful he thought, but she was wrong, that 1 night had him hooked to her .Everything about her meant a lot more to him.