Your Type

We stood in the elevator, not ushering a word. He came for me, and promptly ask that I excuse myself and followed him. He then told me I could bring my lunch, I guess realizing he was interrupting my lunchtime. I simply responded it was okay as I was almost finished, so I just dispense what I had.

I gave George a quick wave goodbye, hoping that we would finish our conversation next time. I guess his smile of acknowledgment understood my reasoning, as I turned to follow Mr. Hayes. At that moment I felt like I was some pet, following their master who came to retrieve them after they had strayed.

I face the door in front of us, counting the numbers. I then glanced at him from the corner of my eyes, hoping he wouldn't notice. He was waiting patiently for the doors to be open too. He stood with an aura of dominance, whether he knew or he didn't seem to care. His hands were stuck in his pocket with his thumbs sticking out again, and I figured this was his normal posture.

His body language was carefree and open, but he had that stir of high confidence, in control of the situation type of feeling. His head was held high and he stood straight. He nothing more than two feet taller than me. I could tell he had good conviction, someone not to play with. However, momentarily and before I have dallied with this man's stance, and he with mine.

It seemed like he had something important to discuss. Otherwise, why would he come searching for me? I wonder what it was. He turned his eyes to stare down at me and I immediately turned my gaze and tilted my head slightly hoping he didn't see me gazing at him. I awkwardly combed a few strands around my ears.

"I'm sorry about lunch," he said. I turned to face him. I couldn't read him, was he truly apologetic, or was he just saying it because he had to. I stared at those eyes again, somehow they seem to captive me a bit. I quickly faced the door.

"As I said, no worries. I had pretty much eaten most of it." He hummed at my response.

"Sure… I hope I didn't interrupt anything else," I felt a gush of awkward embarrassment flood over me. Was he talking about George and me? Did he think I was on a lunch date or something?

"That's not…" the door gushed open before I could finish speaking and instantly he walked out. I followed him shortly after still recovering from his what he just said. He walked towards the office not even turning to look at me. It wasn't like he would seem to care whether or not something was happening between me and someone else. Why should he?

He entered his office and I pursued. He came around his desk and sat, while I slowly approached. He took up a folder and skimmed through the papers. I stand in awkward silence, again.

"Do you have any … arrangements tomorrow afternoon," he said, nothing even to look at me. There he did it again taunting me. with what he assumed was happening between me and George. If I chaperone this conversation then he would know for a fact that this bothered me. Probably use this every time as a taunting element.

"No. I do not," I stated clearly. He raised his eyes at me and smirked. I crooked one of my eyebrows at him. He was really trying his best to get underneath my skin.

"Is there something happening tomorrow?" I said as folded my arms at my chest. Getting him off the topic.

"Ahaa, yes…," he looked at his papers. "You have sharp eyes Miss. Harrison, your reports are very detailed. You even finished the one I gave you this morning… and here I thought it would take you the whole day."

"Hmm, I'm glad you're were impressed, with my two days," I smiled. "Thank you for the compliment." He placed the papers on the table and lean back into his chair. He molded his hand into his cheek.

"I will admit… this probably would take me the whole week. Certainly having you gets me time to focus on other things as well. But…," he paused. "Two days still doesn't prove that I made the right choice in hiring you." I sighed, knowing he was right.

"I have a meeting tomorrow in the afternoon at one, I would like for you to attend." I listen keenly, releasing my hands. "I want you to make notes, just like you did with the reports I gave you. So, you'll be a sit-in."

"Should I ask any questions that might raise my concern?" I asked. His forest eyes darken a bit.

"No, Miss. Harrison. Just sit, observe and make notes of anything worthy of your concern," his voice somewhat stern. "I just want to see if your ears are good as your eyes, you see." He interjected.

"Understood," I said softly.

"Now…," he leaned forward. "I don't mind dating in my building, but you really think he's a worthy candidate?" I bulged in shock. Was he really that interested to know whether or not I had an interest? I found this to be, not to be his concern.

"I…," the mockery that I felt, I couldn't utter another word except that.

"You do move fast…" he continued.

"I'm not dating anyone," I exclaimed, stopping him.

"Oh," he said, realizing I said too much with his expression. I exhaled heavily.

"Is there anything else I need to know about this meeting? Any documents perhaps?" I switched the topic again.

"Well," he took up a folder to hand it to me, while he leaned back into his chair again. "This will be the main topic of the meeting." I approached him as I had to stretch slightly to grab hold of the folder. I thought he holds release it as soon as I had it in my grip, but he held it firm.

He caught my attention as I glared at him. What was the meaning of this, as he came closer towards me, still holding it firm.

"Is that your type… blue eyes and lesser lips?" He teased again. A fury of rage swept me, as I took hold of the folder with a tug and began to walk away. I stopped at the door holding its handle.

"Is that all, Mr. Hayes?" I asked.

"Nothing else, unless you are going to answer my question from before," he smirked as I left him there with the question still unanswered.

*****

I felt exhausted, as I turned the lock for the apartment me and Jada now currently shared. I could hear giggling and slurping. I paused in the living room. Where they're having sex in the kitchen? That I didn't want to see.

"I'm home!" Making the alarm clear as possible. I approached slowly.

"Soraya!" Jada came swinging in to greet me with a smile.

"Hi!" I smiled back. "He's still here…," I tried to whisper so only her ears could hear.

"Yup," he came beckoning from the kitchen. "Hi, again," he nervously said, wearing a shirt and some decent pants. I stoned and smiled, remembering what he did to my breakfast this morning.

"My name is Jonathan," he said as he handed me his hand. I walked past him, clearly not interested in Jada's two nightstands. She fled right in front of me, blocking my path.

"Oh come, Sora…," she pleaded, whispering to me. "He's trying to be nice… I explained to him that this morning shouldn't have happened…" I raised my eyebrow. "Yes, I know, your breakfast… but he's sincerely sorry." She tried to reason with me.

"I would love to make it up, with dinner," he intervened. I turned to flash an eye at him. He stroked his hair again, as I made him nervous.

"To be honest… this morning I wasn't sober enough," he darted his eyes on and off me. You eat my Cinnamon Toast Crunch! My eyes screamed. "How about dinner tomorrow at a restaurant… all on me," he nervously laughed.

"I don't need dinner," I spattered, turning to face Jada again.

"Come on! My dad owns the place… it is quite luxurious," he pleaded. Jada folded her hands at me with a puffed face. I realized this meant alot to her, it didn't mean I had to like the guy. I sighed.

"Fine…" I said as Jada's face beamed. "As long as I get to eat whatever I want, and how much I want," I continued.

"Yes! Of course!" He ushered with joy. I flipped my head to look at him.

"Just one more thing!" He looked at me questioningly. I pointed at Jada. "Could you try and keep her down, you guys really get loud when you decide to play hokie pokie." His face turned red, and Jada covered hers.

"Sure…thing," he said shyly. As I finally escaped the two of them.

I took a bath and made a snack to take to my room. When I came out of the kitchen, I watched as Jada was cuddled into Jonathan, while watching a movie. Maybe not two nightstands I thought, as I scampered into my room.

I took out the folder Mr. Hayes had given me. I had completed most of it, I just had a few more pages left. I had made do with it and jotted my notes and questions, and in no time I was exhausted. I scurried to the bathroom to brush my teeth and made it for bed.

I nuzzled my head into my pillow and was about to fall asleep when I heard a thud. I opened my eyes slightly, then nothing. I commenced again, and sure enough, I heard a dying cat whimpering in agony, along with whispers.

"Hushhh… "

"But I can't…"

"She will hear you."

I sighed and rolled over to stare at the ceiling. I need my own apartment.