Chapter3

#Chapter3

There’s life, then there’s crazy Lucille

Lucille

I didn’t work today because of working last night. Thank God. I slept in, then harassed someone. I had the perfect person in mind.

I traveled to the store to discover if my favorite crabby boss is working. Sure enough, he was. This dude needs to have some fun.

I strolled into the store, hopping on his L-cart only for him to turn around and gave me a look. I grinned while swinging my legs back and forth.

/"You’re off. Shouldn’t you be out, wreaking havoc on someone’s life?/" He asked me.

/"I am, and he’s crabby./"

He rolled his eyes before returning to work.

/"Grayson, you need to lighten up. You’re tense,/" I said.

/"Lucille, it’s called work. Unlike some people, I have rent, utilities, and food to buy./"

He set a display.

/"But it doesn’t mean you can’t have fun./"

He fixed the display until it was perfect.

/"One day, you’ll realize, not everything is fun and games./"

/"And one day, you’ll realize that life is crazy, then there’s me./"

He glanced at me.

/"Why are you here?/"

/"You need fun in your life. I thought, Lucille, Grayson needs to smile. So, here I am./"

He shook his head and let out a soft chuckle. So he laughs. That was intriguing.

/"Whelp, I’m out of here. I got places to visit and people to harass./"

I grinned as he laughed more.

/"Later, boss man./"

I strolled away.

/"Bye, Lucille./"

*****

Grayson

It’s weird for Lucille to come to work on her day off. I’m glad that she did. There’s something about her. Even though she’s crazy, she kept things interesting.

I finished my shift and walked out of the store. As I walked to my car, someone yelled, /"Where are you going?/"

I turned to see Lucille leaning against her car.

/"Home! Shouldn’t you do the same?/" I asked her.

/"Why? The night is still young./"

She waved her hands in the air. I walked towards her until I stood in front of her.

/"Is it your life’s mission to harass me?/"

She tapped her finger to her lips.

/"Nope, that’s a perk./"

She laughed, causing me to laugh.

/"How about a cup of coffee?/" She asked me.

I looked at her and took a deep breath.

/"One cup, then you harass someone else./"

/"Deal,/" she said.

She extended her hand as I took it and shook, then received a spark. Our hands lingered for a few minutes until we both pulled away.

/"I’ll meet you there./"

/"Sounds like a plan, Stan./"

She smirked as she got into her car. I walked to my car, thinking about what had happened. I shook the thought away. She is Lucille, my crazy employee.

I got into the car and pulled out of my spot, driving to Ram’s Horn to drink coffee with Lucille. I pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car. I strolled inside and spotted her sitting in a booth.

I walked over and took a seat across from her. I ordered a coffee.

/"I figured you would have gone home,/" she said.

/"And prove to you, I’m no fun,/" I said.

Quit it, Grayson. It’s coffee.

/"Touché,/" she said.

I watched her drink her coffee. I never noticed her pretty eyes. They were golden brown with little gold flecks in them. Wait. What?

I sipped my coffee.

/"Tell me about yourself, Grayson./"

She leaned on the table with her chin on her fist.

/"Why?/"

/"Because you have more than work. I mean, you have a personal life. So, tell me a little about yourself./"

/"Well, I’m twenty-three. I graduated from college, hoping to one day, own a business of my own./"

/"What about the family? I’m sure they didn’t spawn you from the depths of hell./"

/"No, I was born normal. Mom stayed home, and Dad worked. There’s not much to tell./" I shrugged.

/"Interesting. Is there more?/"

/"Not that I know./"

I drank my coffee, as I glanced at her lips. Wait. What am I doing? I need to finish this coffee and leave. I’m her boss and shouldn’t want to kiss her. What the hell is wrong with me?

*****

Lucille

There’s something about how tight-lipped Grayson is that intrigues me. Most people are an open book. It’s not him because he gave little away.

I studied his facial expressions when he reacted to me. He fascinated me. I found myself attracted to Grayson Gray.

As soon as he finished his coffee, he pulled out some money.

/"I need to go./"

/"What? Why?/"

/"I shouldn’t be here./"

His tone was curt as he stood up and left. I sat there, confused. I thought we were getting on well. With a snap of my fingers, he changed moods. This guy has more mood swings than I could count.

I paid for my coffee and headed home. I don’t know why I had become slightly disappointed when Grayson left. It’s nothing. Grayson would always be Grayson, a real fuddy-duddy.

Once I got home, I observed my mom washing the dishes.

/"How was your evening?/" She asked.

/"It was okay./"

/"What happened?/"

/"Grayson and I had coffee. Then he went off on me./"

I waved my hand in the air.

/"Why?/"

/"It’s Grayson./"

/"He might have things going on with him./"

/"I doubt it. Grayson Gray will be alone for the rest of his life. He prefers it that way./"

Mom gave me a glimpse. I sighed, retiring to bed because I get to work with mood swings Sally tomorrow. Oh, yay.

Tomorrow should be so much fun.