Who's this guy?
(ARIELLE'S POV)
A few days later, I was at work, with the incident with Jared pushed behind me, and long forgotten.
I had hired Stephen the day after his interview, despite his cringe-worthy attempts at flattery. "Love at first sight," he'd said, which I brushed off as nothing more than an embarrassing expression of youthful infatuation.
As the days rolled on, I got to know him better and realized I'd made a wise choice. At first it was hard to connect this young man with the elite crowd Mr. Stone loved to brag about. But once he settled into the role, I knew he was exactly what I needed. Stephen's obsessive attention to food quality and his sophisticated palate were beyond impressive for someone so new. I couldn't be more content with him-if only he could tone down the dramatic declarations of his undying affection for me. Honestly, I had enough of his theatrics, and I often found myself silently pleading for Rebecca to rescue me with her usual excuse: "Ma'am, I really need you to check this dish."
Poor Rebecca-she bore the brunt of Stephen's infatuation and ended up being called a "bad chef" more than once. I felt a twinge of guilt for her.
Today, I was in the dining area of the restaurant, chatting with some old couple who insisted on meeting with the brain behind such a large establishment.
"You know, we've been coming here right from the day it was first opened, and we just had to meet you," Mr Harrison said, his eyes conveying his respect and admiration.
His wife was no different. "The meal is great, the best we've had in years and we're glad we discovered this place," she added.
"I'm glad you did," I replied, smiling warmly at them. "It's always lovely to meet our customers."
While we chatted, the entrance door swung open, and time seemed to freeze. I paused mid-sentence, my heart skipping as I took in the sight of him. No way... that emerald gaze?
He couldn't be here, not without a word. Had I conjured him from my imagination because we hadn't spoken yesterday, like we usually did?
But no-it wasn't a hallucination. I caught Rebecca's wide-eyed expression a few meters away, confirming my disbelief.
He had seen me, and now walking towards me, an infectious smile on his face. This seemed to draw attention as everyone, especially the ladies were now stealing glances at him.
He finally stopped in front of me and whispered, "Ostrich."
I blinked, momentarily lost for words. "D... Dwayne? What a surprise! I wasn't expecting you. You never mentioned visiting," I stammered, struggling to mask my fluster.
"I know. Ever heard of surprises, Ari?" he said, as if flying from Italy to New York was no more than delivering a gift pack.
"Oh, that's lovely of you," I murmured. Eyes were still on us, and to be honest the last thing I wanted at this point in my career was for news of my non-professional relationship with a man getting out. This was not the best place for reminiscing.
And then there was Stephen. God, please don't let him walk out of his office right now and witness this unplanned reunion. It's not like I was supposed to care, but I did have no willingness to make this whole thing more complicated.
I threw a quick glance at Rebecca, who wore an expression that echoed my own worries.
"Um...can we talk in my office?" I quickly turned to Dwayne to ask.
"Sure," he responded.
and then I turned to the Harrisons. "Excuse me for a moment, please. It was
felt their eyes linger on Dwayne as I stepped
took my first step toward the office,
standing too close for comfort. I thought I saw a flicker of hurt in
Dwayne away, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. My mind was racing, frantically searching for a way to ease the
kind of bad luck
Dwayne asked, his voice low, as if he could
not at all.
scanning the area. "You don't seem quite
with an unreadable expression. And so I didn't bother arguing with
office, like the initial intent, we turned
(STEPHEN'S POV)
I walked into the dining area to discuss some document details with Arielle, I was completely unprepared for what I
laughing softly with a strikingly
swirling in my head, convincing myself he was just a customer, but that theory crumbled as I watched Arielle beam at him, her
this guy? What's with those flirtatious eyes? And that chiseled face-did he really hit the gym every single day? I caught myself wondering if
my direction, and surprisingly, she immediately returned her attention to him acting
beat. Ok somebody really needed to tell
as I took in how effortlessly charming he was. His
myself to give a
Arielle would be single, and even if she was, she wouldn't be interested in someone as young as me or below herdevel. I was
feelings for her. I watched helplessly as they chatted, her smile only deepening
me as just a
their conversation, but then they turned toward the hallway, heading for Arielle's office. My heart ached.
returned, but this time, my heart sank as they made for
I watched them leave, my instincts screaming to follow
was dangerous? But
the thought.
my boss; it would
to invade
didn't
she
agreed to leave
QUMS
let out a frustrated sigh and slumped onto a barstool, brooding. I didn't want to
approached me with a concerned expression. "Hey,
just needed some
eyebrow. "You're getting air at
casual. "Just clearing my head. I'll head back to my
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