Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(33)

Throwing my dollars at the taxi driver, we pulled up outside Sarabeth’s. I was nervous, my stomach was flipping, my heart was racing. I wanted this deal so bad.

My eyes widened as they took in the beautiful room around me. I didn’t expect this. It was so decadent and had a beautiful rustic feel to it. The server approached me and took my name. He nodded and showed me to a quiet booth by the window. A sea of relief washed over me when I saw that Harlen wasn’t here yet.

Okay cool, I had time to go over my notes.

Sitting down and putting my bag next to me, the server hovered.

“Can I get you anything ma’am?” she asked politely.

“I’ll just have a glass of water while I am waiting, thank you,” I smiled up at her. “Certainly.”

She walked away.

I skimmed through my notes, I knew the questions I wanted to ask him. I just needed to do something that would wow him. Show him that we were the right company to take him and his name forward. That he needed us more than we needed him.

The waitress returned with a cup of water and placed it down on the table.

“Thank you,” I muttered as I reached for the glass and bought it to my lips. I felt parched suddenly.

I drank half the glass before placing it back on the table. Checking my phone I had five minutes until our scheduled meeting. My brows pulled together for a moment, I hadn’t heard from Killian, but then again why would I after the way I treated him last night.

I didn’t have a moment more to think about it when I felt his presence, my eyes lifting I saw Killian strolling towards me. How in the ever-loving fuck did he know I was here?

“Wife,” he greeted me, leaning down and kissing me on the cheek as he lingers for a moment.

“What are you doing here?” I whisper-shouted with a slight hiss in my tone.

“Can’t a husband come to see his wife and wish her good luck?” he stood, hands fisted in his pockets. A pang of guilt shot through me.

“Thank you,” I muttered, turning my attention back to my notes in front of me.

“You’re welcome. Dinner tonight?” He asked as he rocked on the balls of his feet, his gaze burning into mine. I gave into the pull and turned to look up at him. He really was something else. Brown eyes that just invited you in, visible dark stubble coating his chin and strong jaw line. His dark hair tousled and messy, short enough to look smart, just long enough for me to run my fingers through. I wonder if it felt as soft as it looked.

“Reese,” his delicious voice pulled me back round.

“Errr, I can’t. I’m sorry. I have plans already.” I said with a grimace, giving him a small shrug.

“Well, when can I see you? After?”

“Can I let you know?” I asked, my tone rushed. My eyes looking past him to see Harlen Laufer talking to the waitress. She turned and pointed in my direction with a smile on her face.

“What is there to let me know? It’s either yes or no,” his tone was short; I could hear the frustration.

“Yes, fine.” I snapped as my eyes looked back up to him. “My meeting is here, can you go?” I shooed him away like he was an annoyance.

He smirked, his lips twitching.

“Please,” I whispered.

He nodded and stepped back respectfully before turning and walking away.

My heart was drumming in my chest as I watched him look at Harlen before they brushed shoulders. I could see Killian clenching his jaw, his fists balled as he continued walking.

Exhaling deeply, I stood up to greet Harlen.

“Reese?” he questioned as he closed the gap between us.

“Yes,” I smiled, “Hi Harlen, it’s so nice to meet you.” I held my hand out for him to shake.

“Nahhh, I don’t do handshakes. I’m a hugger,” he beamed, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me in. His accent surprised me. He wasn’t American. He was Australian.

I felt awkward. I didn’t like over affectionate strangers.

A nervous laugh bubbled out of me, as I stepped back to tuck myself back in the booth.

I took in his appearance, jet black hair, crystal blue eyes. He was clean cut, handsome and casual. He wore a leather jacket that covered a plunge v neck tee, black ripped skinny jeans and leather biker boots.

Not what I had in mind at all. Sitting down opposite me, I heard my phone vibrate. I gave it a glance.

Killian.

“Excuse me one moment,” I muttered, unlocking my phone to see his message.

Killian: Tell your friend to keep his fucking hands off what is mine, wife.





I rolled my eyes, locking my phone and dropping it into my bag where it couldn’t distract me.

“Sorry about that.”

“Ah kiddo, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” He held his hand up and gave me a small smile. The waitress re-appeared handing us some menus.

“Thank you,” my eyes scanned the menu.

“Have you eaten here before?” he asked, lifting his eyes from the menu for a moment. I shook my head from side to side.

“Mind if I order for you?” one of his brows lifted as he held my gaze.

“Nope,” my voice was timid.

“We will have two of the lobster rolls and two margaritas.”

I licked my lips. The lobster roll sounded delicious; my stomach groaned in agreement.