So here's chapter 3...thanks for the reviews they have all been noted and appreciated :)
O'Malley's was an absolute nightmare. I had totally made a fool of myself and Paul probably thought I was the biggest douche on the planet. It had started well, he rocked up in jeans and a white shirt and I went for jeans and a blouse, a good shout from Penny I was casual and not too overdressed. We started talking, mostly about the company and the people who worked for it I told him who was cool and who to be careful of, he bought me a drink and ordered us some food in fact it was going really well until I happened to look over his shoulder and spot someone sniggering and staring at us. It was none other than Dan. I felt my eyes narrow as I glared back at him. Paul looked a little worried and probably thought I was about to stab him with one of the kebab skewers left from his meal.
'Excuse me there's someone I have to talk to.' I slapped my hands on the desk and slid out from my chair. Paul looked confused but nodded and I shot another dirty glare at Dan I even think my nose wrinkled up I was that angry. I should probably mention that Dan had this really nasty habit of spreading gossip quicker than a wild fire around the office and would probably be saying that I was banging the boss. Anyway, I was that hell bent on ripping Dan's face off I had failed to notice that the strap of my purse had snaked its way around my ankle thus causing me to fall head first, arms flailing into the table and swiping just about everything off it onto Paul. The whole bar went silent. I laid there on the floor for a moment in a puddle of red wine not daring to look up when a pair of huge hands pulled me up Paul mumbled for us to go and gave the waiter some money and a little extra for my carnage. When we got outside I finally saw his shirt which was now was pretty much red from the bottle of wine I had spilled all over him.
'Oh my god Paul I am so sorry about your shirt look at it it's ruined! I just saw Dan and saw red' he chuckled
'Yeah and threw it all over me' I was on the verge of tears, it was a designer shirt no way could I afford to replace it, I went to apologise more but he stopped me, 'It's fine I'm kidding it's just a shirt are you okay?' I shivered in the cold I was covered in wine too and it made me feel it even more I had forgotten to bring a jacket and obviously hadn't expected to tear up the bar, 'Here put this on you must be cold' he wrapped his leather jacket around my shoulders it smelled of his cologne and my knees went weak again
'No honestly its fine I'll just get a cab home I'll be fine' I said pulling the jacket off and offering it back to him he shook his head
'Please I'll feel better if you take it you've had enough disaster for one night I wouldn't want you to catch a cold as well' I nodded in defeat and pulled it back on turns out it was pretty cold. He hailed a cab for me but I went to Penny's instead of mine I had to tell her what had happened. I spent the rest of the night begging her to stop laughing.
I slowly got out of my car not really wanting to face everybody at work because no doubt everyone would be talking. I grabbed Pauls coat off the passenger seat and sucked in a deep breath before throwing myself to the wolves. There were giggles and smirks galore. I wondered how this many people would have known that I had met up with Paul after hours and I never realised until I got out of the elevator and put his jacket down on my desk. They all thought I was banging the boss and I had just walked in carrying his jacket. I seemed to have gotten myself into a bit of a predicament where if I confessed my innocence they were going to think I was lying and if I said nothing I was clearly guilty. It was a no win situation for me. It had to come from and he obviously hadn't bothered to silence people or tell them that it was as innocent as it was. I swiped his jacket, suddenly really angry, from my desk and marched over to his office not bothering to knock I barged through the door waving his jacket in front of me and had yet another bout of verbal diarrhoea
'Paul here's your jacket and you could have done the decent thing and let everyone know that we just went for a drink last night now everyone thinks I'm banging the boss and we haven't even slept together. Then to make it all that little bit better I have just walked right through the office with your jacket so people are definitely going to think I've slept with you and I haven't. Why haven't you told everyone now they're going to judge me I thought you were a nice guy but you're just an asshole like the rest!' I jumped down off my soap box and realised why it was so quiet there he was sat on the edge of his desk eyes wide and cheeks flushed in embarrassment and I recognised the lady sat opposite him looking just as awkward as I felt at that moment. Sat there right in front of him was the lady from the cute photograph. That lady was his mom.
'I am so sorry' I dropped his jacket on to the chair next to the door and backed out as quick as I could. I could have crawled under a rock and never came out again. Sheepishly I went back to my desk and tried to work.
So Steph really knows how to get herself into some situations huh? Read and Review :)