Chapter 1
"Miss? Are your okay?" the man asked. The man was around 6'2 with a muscular build and had dark brown hair and the deepest brown eyes that were the color of dark chocolate. To say the least, he was dazzling.
"Miss?" he repeated.
"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine. I've just had a bad day is all." Buffy said while wiping her eyes with the back of her sleeve.
"Oh. Anything I could do to help?" This was completely out of Angel Callahan's nature; he never stopped at the side of the road.
"Umm…well maybe you could give me a lift back to my car? If it's not too much trouble? I seem to have gotten lost, it is parked at…." She had to think quickly because she didn't want him to see her living in her car.
"At….?" He prompted.
"At Eleanor's Furniture. Do you know where that is?" She said while naming an expensive furniture store one block over from the cleaners.
"Yes. Here-" he said while extending his hand, "let me help you up. My car's right there." He opened the door for her and helped her in. Then he went around to his side and got in. Buffy couldn't believe what she was doing. She had just gotten into a car with a man that she didn't know. But something was different about him—he had a nice look in his eyes. Oh well it was too late now.
They drove in a comfortable silence for a while until he asked, "Would you like to tell me how you got hurt?"
"What are you talking about? I'm not hurt." Buffy said forgetting about her previous encounter with Matt.
"The side of your face is naturally black and blue like that then?" He said dryly.
"Oh, that. I just umm…fell is all." Buffy blushed.
"Oh." Angel knew she was lying, but he couldn't just blurt out, "You're not telling me the truth. What really happened?"
Angel pulled up into the parking lot of Eleanor's Furniture and asked her where her car was parked. Buffy again had to think rapidly and said, "Why don't you drop me off at the front of the store?"
"Alright, are you sure?"
"Yeah." Buffy decided that she would call this Angel Callahan from the pay phone about her job interview. Angel pulled up at the front of the store and looked at Buffy.
"Well, I hope you'll be ok Miss….?"
"Just call me Buffy. And I'll be fine. Thanks for the ride." She smiled and got out of the car then shut the door.
"Goodbye. I hope I'll see you around." Angel gave her a quick grin and drove off in his silver BMW.
Wow, that man was gorgeous. Buffy scolded herself for not getting the mans name as she walked over to the pay phone and got out her money and worn leather planner. She called the office and his secretary picked up the phone.
"Hello! You have reached Angel Callahan's offices and this is Cordelia, how may I direct your call?" Cordelia reeled off.
"Hi. I would like to make an appointment for a job interview." Buffy stated.
"Sure. Can you do it today? I know its short notice but there was a cancellation. Oh and what is your name?"
"My name is Elizabeth Summers and umm…what time?" Buffy glanced at her watch; it was 3:05 on Wednesday the 21st of April.
"6:00. Is that possible? His next opening isn't until next Tuesday."
"Yes, that'll be fine. I'll be there at 3:45."
"Great. Bye." The secretary hung up.
Buffy quickly walked back to So Fresh, So Clean and went to her car. She changed her outfit and applied foundation to try and to cover up the bruises that were starting to appear. Once she thought she looked semi- presentable, she started up the car and drove to Westpark's Palace Hotel and Casino. She got out of her beat up Toyota Corolla, checked herself over once more, then walked into the casino searching for the house desk.
"Well, if Tony's men don't kill me first this smoke will." Buffy muttered to herself.
Buffy walked to the desk and asked for the way to Mr. Callahan's office. Buffy went up the elevator and went through a maze of turns and finally ended up in his lounge. She walked to the brunette sitting behind the desk and introduced herself.
"Hi! I'm Cordelia, Angel's secretary." A pregnant woman got up and shook Buffy's hand.
"Let me just let him know you're here." She said as she pressed a button and talked into the phone.
"It'll be just a minute."
"That's great. Thanks. So, how far along are you?" Buffy asked.
"Hmmm? Oh! I'm 7 months. Ugh… I look like a big fat cow."
"Mr. Callahan is ready to see you now."
"Ok, thanks."
"No problem." Cordelia smiled then went back to her desk.
Buffy walked into Angel's office and was amazed that the office had such luxurious furniture. She shut the door turned around and looked to the desk where she saw a man hunched over the desk filling out some paperwork.
"Just one minute. I'm almost done." Angel said without glancing up.
"Alright, there we go. Now, let's proceed towards the job inter- " Angel looked up and Buffy looked up from the furniture.
"YOU!!!" They both shouted in unison.
TBC…
Let me know if you want more!~ Email me at BAforever@cox.net
"Miss? Are your okay?" the man asked. The man was around 6'2 with a muscular build and had dark brown hair and the deepest brown eyes that were the color of dark chocolate. To say the least, he was dazzling.
"Miss?" he repeated.
"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine. I've just had a bad day is all." Buffy said while wiping her eyes with the back of her sleeve.
"Oh. Anything I could do to help?" This was completely out of Angel Callahan's nature; he never stopped at the side of the road.
"Umm…well maybe you could give me a lift back to my car? If it's not too much trouble? I seem to have gotten lost, it is parked at…." She had to think quickly because she didn't want him to see her living in her car.
"At….?" He prompted.
"At Eleanor's Furniture. Do you know where that is?" She said while naming an expensive furniture store one block over from the cleaners.
"Yes. Here-" he said while extending his hand, "let me help you up. My car's right there." He opened the door for her and helped her in. Then he went around to his side and got in. Buffy couldn't believe what she was doing. She had just gotten into a car with a man that she didn't know. But something was different about him—he had a nice look in his eyes. Oh well it was too late now.
They drove in a comfortable silence for a while until he asked, "Would you like to tell me how you got hurt?"
"What are you talking about? I'm not hurt." Buffy said forgetting about her previous encounter with Matt.
"The side of your face is naturally black and blue like that then?" He said dryly.
"Oh, that. I just umm…fell is all." Buffy blushed.
"Oh." Angel knew she was lying, but he couldn't just blurt out, "You're not telling me the truth. What really happened?"
Angel pulled up into the parking lot of Eleanor's Furniture and asked her where her car was parked. Buffy again had to think rapidly and said, "Why don't you drop me off at the front of the store?"
"Alright, are you sure?"
"Yeah." Buffy decided that she would call this Angel Callahan from the pay phone about her job interview. Angel pulled up at the front of the store and looked at Buffy.
"Well, I hope you'll be ok Miss….?"
"Just call me Buffy. And I'll be fine. Thanks for the ride." She smiled and got out of the car then shut the door.
"Goodbye. I hope I'll see you around." Angel gave her a quick grin and drove off in his silver BMW.
Wow, that man was gorgeous. Buffy scolded herself for not getting the mans name as she walked over to the pay phone and got out her money and worn leather planner. She called the office and his secretary picked up the phone.
"Hello! You have reached Angel Callahan's offices and this is Cordelia, how may I direct your call?" Cordelia reeled off.
"Hi. I would like to make an appointment for a job interview." Buffy stated.
"Sure. Can you do it today? I know its short notice but there was a cancellation. Oh and what is your name?"
"My name is Elizabeth Summers and umm…what time?" Buffy glanced at her watch; it was 3:05 on Wednesday the 21st of April.
"6:00. Is that possible? His next opening isn't until next Tuesday."
"Yes, that'll be fine. I'll be there at 3:45."
"Great. Bye." The secretary hung up.
Buffy quickly walked back to So Fresh, So Clean and went to her car. She changed her outfit and applied foundation to try and to cover up the bruises that were starting to appear. Once she thought she looked semi- presentable, she started up the car and drove to Westpark's Palace Hotel and Casino. She got out of her beat up Toyota Corolla, checked herself over once more, then walked into the casino searching for the house desk.
"Well, if Tony's men don't kill me first this smoke will." Buffy muttered to herself.
Buffy walked to the desk and asked for the way to Mr. Callahan's office. Buffy went up the elevator and went through a maze of turns and finally ended up in his lounge. She walked to the brunette sitting behind the desk and introduced herself.
"Hi! I'm Cordelia, Angel's secretary." A pregnant woman got up and shook Buffy's hand.
"Let me just let him know you're here." She said as she pressed a button and talked into the phone.
"It'll be just a minute."
"That's great. Thanks. So, how far along are you?" Buffy asked.
"Hmmm? Oh! I'm 7 months. Ugh… I look like a big fat cow."
"Mr. Callahan is ready to see you now."
"Ok, thanks."
"No problem." Cordelia smiled then went back to her desk.
Buffy walked into Angel's office and was amazed that the office had such luxurious furniture. She shut the door turned around and looked to the desk where she saw a man hunched over the desk filling out some paperwork.
"Just one minute. I'm almost done." Angel said without glancing up.
"Alright, there we go. Now, let's proceed towards the job inter- " Angel looked up and Buffy looked up from the furniture.
"YOU!!!" They both shouted in unison.
TBC…
Let me know if you want more!~ Email me at BAforever@cox.net