Page 32 of Sugarplum

The curtains opened and another set of plates came in. Dylan and I changed topics as Matt and Ysa were no longer distracted. While the boys were talking business and football, all I could think about was how true Dylan’s words were. All my life I didn’t like it whenever I saw old men and young ladies going out but this brought on a new perspective. Maybe they were just enjoying life.

If that was the case, what the fuck was I doing with my life?

“Mind if I call you tomorrow? How about tonight?” Dylan suddenly asked just as we were getting ready to get up and leave. “They already gave me your number, just so you know.”

My jaw dropped and I looked at Ysa accusingly. She only looked back with a devilish smile across her face. I then looked up to Dylan and nodded, “Uh sure. Anytime, I guess.”

“What time’s best? I don’t want to end up bugging you at work.”

I thought about it for a second and then figured the timing didn’t really matter. Work was slow at the HR department and wasting ten minutes on a call wouldn’t really affect anything. There were times where I literally spent almost an hour playing silly video games on my phone just to pass the time.

“Any time after eleven,” I told him. At least by then I’d be halfway through my shift and ready for my lunch break.

“What time do you get off?”

“Three-thirty,” I rolled my eyes. “Means I got way too much fucking time afterwards.”

He read the message behind my words and asked, “Want to hang out tomorrow?”

“As long as you’re paying,” I had to be brutally honest. I mean, why else would I go out with an old guy, no matter how fucking handsome he was?

Dylan didn’t seem to find an issue, “Yeah, sure. I’ll call you tomorrow and pick you up.”

That sealed the deal. We parted with him at the parking lot and he waved good-bye as the valet brought in his car. It was a damn Lamborghini and a red one at that. I mouthed an impressed whistle as he drove off.

Ysa was still busy chit-chatting with Matt while we headed to our car (it was technically Matt’s), leaving me alone to my thoughts. All I could think about was the look on Dylan’s face when he first saw me and the things he said over dinner. His face and that wicked smile he had on was the very last thought I had before crashing onto my bed and falling asleep.

Chapter Two

“Olivia, you got those insurance papers for the new trainees up at fourth?”

I snapped back to reality and looked up from my desk to see my supervisor, Victoria, leaning on my table. I had to fight back the urge to vomit; everybody in the office hated her. She was a class-A kind of bitch. Maybe it was because she was getting old and single with no kids. She was almost thirty-five and not a single guy could stand going out with her. Last I heard, her longest relationship only lasted two months and that was with one of our former officemates.

“Huh?” I had to think about it twice and process what she was saying. “Papers? Oh, yeah! I got those done yesterday.”

I scrambled through the documents on my desk and looked for a short, brown envelope. After a few seconds I found it lying underneath a stack of salary quotes. I gave the envelope to Vicky and watched as she opened it, peered inside and peeked at the papers inside.

“All right,” she told me as she got off my desk. “I’ll be taking these over to Arnold. You done with the salary quotes? I need those today.”

Bitch. She didn’t really need those but what the heck.

“Uh yeah, sure,” I replied. “I’ll give ‘em to you before I head out.”

“Thanks,” Vicky said and left my corner. I watched as she passed the other desks and made her way to the corner of the office, where she had her own space and a beautiful glass window so she could peek at us from time to time.

At least I had something to keep me busy until it was time to go home. I didn’t have anything else to do and the only other thing on my mind except for meeting Dylan was that puzzle game I downloaded on my phone.

By the time I could get out of this place I was exhausted and beginning to perspire. My hair was in a freaking mess and I felt the makeup on my face beginning to wear thin. How the hell was I going to meet up with Dylan looking like this?

Even Vicky noticed how I looked when I gave her the documents she needed done. She didn’t bitch or ask me to do another tiring job and just waved at me as I left. I wanted to take a nice hot shower, stuff my face with food and sleep but I knew I’d find Dylan waiting for me right outside the building.

I didn’t even know where we were going. What the fuck, right? I didn’t even try anymore and just combed my hair, touched up on my lipstick and tried to look as fresh and energetic as I could. Not really ready I picked up my bag and walked out of the front doors.

As soon I walked out I saw Dylan way out in the parking lot. He was out, leaning on his car and toying with his phone, probably playing a game or just dawdling on his Facebook page. He did add me last night but I only accepted his request and then went to bed. I didn’t even know if he sent me any messages yet.

Damn was he hot. I mean, sure, he was old enough to be my dad but he just had this unusual swag with the way he carried himself. This afternoon he had his hair slicked backwards and wore a black shirt with a heavy metal band logo on it, ripped jeans and a nice pair of steel-toe shoes. If it wasn’t for the slight dashes of grey in his hair and beard I’d mistake him for someone my age. He almost looked like Jared Leto but with a much better body.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered to myself. I could feel a strange, tingling warmth in my chest and gut as I started walking towards him. “Just relax, you’re just going out for a date.”

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