Chapter two - Mason the Cutie Pie
I closely studied his face. He had a strong jaw, a thin nose with a high bridge and full masculine lips. But the most captivating thing about him was his eyes. His dark eye brows framed the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes I had ever seen. And they were staring into mine.
I don't know how long time I sat on the floor just staring at the huge man before me with open mouth. I realized he was speaking to me and waving a hand in my face.
"What?" I said and blinked.
He reached out a big hand and pulled me up when I remembered how to use my motor coordination.
I didn't hear Hans behind me before he spoke in a panicked voice.
"Mr. Belikov, I'll apologize on Miss Hathaway's behalf. She's very clumsy. She will of course pay for the cleaning of your shirt!" I hadn't realized I had spilled the beer on his expensive shirt. My cheeks heated up for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. I wasn't a blusher! What was wrong with me?
"I believe I was the one who bumped into Miss Hathaway, sir. I am truly sorry. Are you hurt?" he asked, his words wrapped in a light Russian accent. I realized he was still holding my hand. I quickly let go of his hand and looked up at him. God he was huge! At least 6'7"! He looked down at me with a concerned look in his eyes. He probably thought I was mentally challenged.
"No, not at all. I'm sorry about your shirt-"
"It's no problem. The fault is all mine. I should get going," he smiled reassuringly.
I hadn't noticed how silent it suddenly had become. Every single person at the bar watched him leave.
I picked up the beer glass that somehow survived the fall on the floor and met my angry boss' gaze.
"Hathaway. My office. Now," he managed to choke out. His face was red with anger and embarrassment. He signaled for Camille and Mia to cover my section. They were both shooting daggers at me. I looked at the floor as I followed Hans into his office.
He sat down in at his desk and signaled for me to take the opposite seat, like I was a naughty school girl at the principal's office. As a matter of fact I had spent a lot of time at my high school principal's office.
"Why did you have to spill beer on a world famous actor, Rosie? Why him? Do you have any idea how good it would be for business if he came back?" Hans said in his too calm voice.
"He's probably leaving town anyways." I answered annoyed.
Hans sighed. "Go home, Rosie. I'll see you tomorrow." I was surprised. No more yelling? We had always had a complicated relationship. Hans was in his early thirties, more than ten years older than me, but we used to be friends. I used to come to the bar often before Hans offered me a job as waitress. I didn't understand what went wrong. He was always hard on me.
"Thanks boss." I gave him a small smile before collecting my things. I called out a goodbye to Mia and Camille. No reply. Great. Just great. I had tried really hard to befriend Camille and whatever little process I had made was now gone. Mia and I used to be friends before Hans hired Camille. Now I seldom spoke to Mia about other things than work.
I lived in a tiny apartment close to the bar. I couldn't afford anything bigger and every dollar I saved went to my college savings. I wasn't sure what classes I wanted to take, but I was sure I wanted an education. My mom had moved to Nepal with her new boyfriend and left me in America at age nineteen with close to no money. I literally lived on my good tips from the bar.
My cat Mason greeted me when I locked the door behind. I scooped him up in my arms and scratched him behind the ears.
"Hey Masebaby, did you have a good day? Did you, cutie pie?" I purred in my most embarrassing voice. His only reply was a loud meow.
I sat him down on the bed and stripped off my wet shirt before getting ready for bed. I studied my reflection in the mirror as I brushed my teeth. I saw a twenty-one year old girl with long brown hair pulled up in a tight ponytail. My brown eyes were rather large and with black lashes. I seldom wore makeup. I didn't need it. My skin was close to perfect. I looked a little tired, but that was it. I had to admit that I looked good in my black lace bra. I spat out the tooth paste and smiled at my reflection. Things would get better, the smile said.
I turned off the lights, slipped into an old oversized T-shirt and crawled into bed with Mason.
I stared at the ceiling like I did every night before falling asleep. In my exhausted state I almost forgot that I had spilled beer over Dimitri Belikov. Dimitri Belikov! A smile stretched my lips. It was actually pretty funny. I knew that I would never see him again but it would be a cool thing to tell people. "Hey, I'm Rose. You know what? I spilled beer on Dimitri Belikov once. Cool, right?"
I reminded myself to text my high school BBF Lissa as soon as I woke up. She had moved out of state with her boyfriend to attend college. It had been months since I saw her the last time. She loved Dimitri Belikov and had seen all of his movies. It would to fun to hear her reaction. I yawned, gave Mason a last pet and fell asleep.
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