AN: hey, I'm going to try and focus on this story and My Heart is broken- and try to move them along. I don't like leaving WIP's unfinished. Sometimes inspiration hits though :) short update for you
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Chapter 7
"Oh my god,oh my god." Carol jumped up and down on her tip toes in the bathroom trying to calm her nerves. Sophia giggled as she stood beside her imitating her actions.
It can't be him, she thought. It wasn't possible. Why would a man like that be calling a the line?
"Oh my god" she whispered to herself as she got Sophia dressed.
She had only ever recognized a customer one other time. She was ninety five percent certain, that Officer Friendly was Rick Grimes the Deputy Sheriff in town. He was divorced, his son Carl went to Sophia's school, and she was pretty sure he was lonely. Harmless really, she always made sure to keep a certain raspy quality to disguise her voice when he called. She'd never seen recognition on his face or in his eyes when they would run into one another picking up the kids. He was a nice man, but she wasn't attracted to him. Hunter was the first client she had ever felt, like she wanted to see him, meet him, tear his clothes off and do all the things to him that were on the scripts she wrote. And here he was, sitting in her living room.
"Oh my god" she whispered again as the doorbell rang. She'd asked her neighbour to stop by and take Sophia for an hour while she had the meeting.
She headed downstairs with Sophia, smiling as she walked by.
"Just a moment." She said heading in to the kitchen to answer the door.
"Jacquie" Sophia squealed.
"Hey sugar," Jacquie said taking Sophia's hand. "Just come down and get her when you're done." She said as she and Sophia walked happily down the hall.
Ok, Carol said preparing herself. Time to face the music.
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"So, what makes you want to become building manager?" Daryl said once Carol had sat down across from him. She seemed nervous, he wasn't sure why. He wasn't the friendliest man on the planet but he was pretty sure he didn't have a reputation for being an asshole.
"Just wanting to save money for the future." She said she had the hem on the long shirt she was wearing, twisting it, until her fingers turned white from the effort.
"Just you and your girl?" He asked kicking himself internally. Why was he asking her questions, dammit just stick to the interview. There was something about this woman. He wanted to make her feel more at ease, to make her comfortable.
"Ummm yes...there's something you should know." She gulped, twisting the hem of her shirt even more. "Before I moved into this apartment, I was married, it was...a bad situation. He was.." She paused then looked at his eyes "abusive, one night he was going to try and attack Sophia, my daughter, I blocked his way, he attacked me, and I fought back. We were standing in front of a staircase. He fell, and died...I wasn't charged, but I thought you should know." She finished on a whisper.
Daryl was a little stunned at the story she told. She seemed less nervous now, almost defiant, daring him to condemn her for it.
"Thank you for telling me..." He caught her eye before speaking again "I hope the bastard suffered a little." He said.
She looked stunned for a minute her mouth opening several times, a look of understanding passed between them. He wanted to tell her he understood, all to well the hell she'd been through. But he couldn't. He blushed then went over the duties the job would entail, as she listened closely. Her scent drifted towards him, she smelled like vanilla, and maybe a hint of chocolate he thought and almost smirked thinking of the pudding when he'd arrived. Her slender neck was graceful, and he found himself fantasizing, about touching it, kissing it. He wanted to trail his fingers up it and see if she broke out in goosebumps.
"Would you like to go out, for dinner sometime?" He found the words tumbling out of his mouth, before he could even stop it. This was not him, he didn't remember the last time he'd been on a date.
Panicking he started back tracking.
"It's okay if you don't want to, I know this is a little weird. I'm not technically your boss, Merle is, but I understand if this makes you uncomfortable..."
She touched his hand silencing him, before giving him an intense look.
"I'd love too"
