I chuckle at her. “Happy Friday,” I greet, holding up the cups of coffee as I walk toward her.
“Where are we having our meeting?” I ask and she just points at the hallway and toward the conference room.
“Perfect.” I walk back with the tray in my hand. Every single Friday we have a meeting on what we are working on. What we did this week. What we have coming up and, most importantly, if we have any issues that we need help with.
I place the coffee down on the round table before I turn and walk to my office. I take the sunglasses off as soon as I put my bags down. I grab my laptop from the bag and then the folder of notes I have. “Good morning,” I hear Shelby say from the hallway as she walks toward her office followed by Clarabella, who also grumbles a good morning.
I walk out of my office and take myself toward the conference room where the three of them are. “I have to ask you,” Clarabella starts, sitting in one of the chairs, then leaning over to grab one of the coffees from the tray. “How many times a week do you work out?” I look at her confused. “God, she doesn’t even have to work out to have that body.” She puts her head back and takes a sip of the coffee.
“I usually work out three to four times a week,” I tell them. “Not lately, but usually.”
“I keep forgetting when I look at you that your grandmother was a Victoria’s Secret model and that it’s in your genes.” Shelby looks at me and all I can do is shake my head.
“She is the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in my life,” Clarabella says in awe, and I can’t help but smile. She was a fashion model her whole life, but she is well known for being a Victoria’s Secret angel. “I still remember when you moved here, and she sent clothes to you.”
“I used to get boxes weekly,” I reminisce, grabbing my own coffee, “but then I started running out of space, so she sends them to me monthly now.”
“Well, not that I could ever fit into your clothes,” Shelby pouts, “but if I could.”
“My closet is open to all,” I invite as I open my laptop. The three of them do the same as we start the meeting.
Shelby starts us off as always. “Okay, let’s start. Any news from the um…”
“Ex-boyfriend,” I finish for her, and she just nods. “Nope,” I state with a smile on my face. “It’s been a week, so I’m going to go out on a limb and say they are looking elsewhere.”
“Wonderful,” Shelby says, smiling at me and then turning to look at Presley.
It’s been a week since I saw Matthew. I want to tell you that as soon as he walked out of here, that was the last time he came to my mind, but I would be lying. All I’ve done this week was think about him. I look out the window at the field in the distance. The colors of the trees are now in the middle of changing from green to orange. The wind makes the trees move side to side and now all I can think about is him. Especially the first time we met or, better yet, the first time we spoke to each other.
I walked into finance class and saw it was almost empty, except for two guys sitting in the second row. I kept my head down as I walked over and sat down in the row ahead of them. I heard the two guys talking behind me and I made the foolish mistake of looking back at them. My eyes found his dark blue ones right away. As soon as we locked eyes, he smirked at me and it was as if the earth shifted, which was the stupidest thing I’d ever heard in my life. I turned around just as quickly and looked straight ahead. I felt him staring at me the whole class, but I refused to turn around and look at him.
When the professor dismissed the class, I was the first one out of my seat and I rushed out of there like the building was on fire. I didn’t give him another thought until I was at the bar on Saturday night. I sat down in the middle of the long bar as I sipped my beer and traded stories of the week with my best friend, Ella. I heard the chatter from people around me before I turned my head toward the door, wondering why everyone was suddenly hooting and hollering. There he was, the guy from my finance class. Except he wasn’t wearing jeans and a shirt. No, he was wearing a suit. His hair was wet and he was walking in high-fiving everyone. “What the?” I mumbled, not sure what was happening.
I was about to turn my head around when his eyes met mine. The smile he had on his face faded to a smirk. His eyes never left mine until he walked over to me. “It’s you,” he said as he pointed at me.
“Excuse me?” That was the only thing that came out of my mouth.