Chapter 14
Connor closed his eyes warily from the harsh glare of the computer. Glancing up from his corner office he could see Corinne's office light across the office building from his at the other corner. He could see her silhouette as she leaned back on the chair...perhaps to yawn. It was almost 11 at night and they were the only ones left at the office. They had both been working nonstop on contract negotiations with several channels in England and a few across Europe as well. It was almost three months since they had met...each day they got closer and closer. Connor had never felt this way about anyone else. Even when he dropped her off at her house he always got the itch to lean down and kiss her on her lips. He shook his head at the memory of the night before when he couldn't help himself and had dropped a kiss on her forehead before letting her go in her apartment. He sighed. He had no idea how she felt about him...
"I guess I'm just going to have to find out and ask." He said to himself. Rising from his seat, he stretched and then marched determinedly across the floor to hers.
"Hey there." He said as he popped his head into the half opened door.
"Connor...is it time to go already?" She said tiredly.
"Yep...it's already 11 and I'm not letting you do any more work. I mean come on it's a bloody Friday."
She smiled, "I love it when you turn all British on me."
"Excuse me?" Connor said a bit embarrassedly.
"Well like when you say words like bloody and bollocks." She responded with an exaggerated English accent.
"Shut up." He laughed.
"Okay, just give me five minutes to close everything."
"Sure...but I was thinking...if you're not too tired that is...I know this great Jazz Café across town that's open all night."
"Umm..."
'Well you know we could just go over there and drink some coffee...enjoy the music...maybe even order some food, I know I haven't eaten dinner yet." Connor babbled making a mental note that he was a complete moron and was making a mess of this.
"You mean like...a date?" She said.
"Well sure...you can call it that...but if you don't want to it could just be two friends going to a café.
"Well what if I said that I would like to call it a date." She answered shyly.
"Then I supposed you're going to have to call Amy tonight and tell her you went on a date with an English bloke."
"I guess I'm going to have to do that then won't I?"
"And then I guess I'm going to have to expect a phone call tomorrow morning from a screaming Amy telling me that it's about damn time."
"Oh really? So...how long has it been that you've been thinking of asking me out."
"Honestly?"
"Honesty would be nice."
"Since the first day I laid eyes on you." He breathed out.
"Connor..."
"I know I'm sorry...it's just that you make me feel something that...I don't know."
"I don't know what to say." She said embarrassedly.
"Don't say anything...just go out with me tonight and if I'm a horrible date then I think we both know each other enough by now for you to tell me that I'm a shitty date and you'd rather jump off the London Bridge than be seen with me alone again."
"I highly doubt that...Let's go." She said rising from the seat and hooking her arm to his.
"Whoa...I take it that..."
"I've been waiting for you to ask me out for three months now buddy...don't keep me waiting some more." She said.
"I..." He said not expecting this at all...he stopped in his step and stared down at her in disbelief.
"What?" She said confusedly.
"Nothing." He said then leaned down and kissed her. Their lips touched softly and when she opened her mouth to deepen the kiss, he pulled her closer to him and kissed her passionately. Five minutes later they separated and stared at each other in silence.
"Umm..." Connor said umcomfortably.
"Well...if you're as good a date as you are a kisser...I don't think you have anything to worry about." Corinne said smiling up at him.
***do you hate me??????????
Connor closed his eyes warily from the harsh glare of the computer. Glancing up from his corner office he could see Corinne's office light across the office building from his at the other corner. He could see her silhouette as she leaned back on the chair...perhaps to yawn. It was almost 11 at night and they were the only ones left at the office. They had both been working nonstop on contract negotiations with several channels in England and a few across Europe as well. It was almost three months since they had met...each day they got closer and closer. Connor had never felt this way about anyone else. Even when he dropped her off at her house he always got the itch to lean down and kiss her on her lips. He shook his head at the memory of the night before when he couldn't help himself and had dropped a kiss on her forehead before letting her go in her apartment. He sighed. He had no idea how she felt about him...
"I guess I'm just going to have to find out and ask." He said to himself. Rising from his seat, he stretched and then marched determinedly across the floor to hers.
"Hey there." He said as he popped his head into the half opened door.
"Connor...is it time to go already?" She said tiredly.
"Yep...it's already 11 and I'm not letting you do any more work. I mean come on it's a bloody Friday."
She smiled, "I love it when you turn all British on me."
"Excuse me?" Connor said a bit embarrassedly.
"Well like when you say words like bloody and bollocks." She responded with an exaggerated English accent.
"Shut up." He laughed.
"Okay, just give me five minutes to close everything."
"Sure...but I was thinking...if you're not too tired that is...I know this great Jazz Café across town that's open all night."
"Umm..."
'Well you know we could just go over there and drink some coffee...enjoy the music...maybe even order some food, I know I haven't eaten dinner yet." Connor babbled making a mental note that he was a complete moron and was making a mess of this.
"You mean like...a date?" She said.
"Well sure...you can call it that...but if you don't want to it could just be two friends going to a café.
"Well what if I said that I would like to call it a date." She answered shyly.
"Then I supposed you're going to have to call Amy tonight and tell her you went on a date with an English bloke."
"I guess I'm going to have to do that then won't I?"
"And then I guess I'm going to have to expect a phone call tomorrow morning from a screaming Amy telling me that it's about damn time."
"Oh really? So...how long has it been that you've been thinking of asking me out."
"Honestly?"
"Honesty would be nice."
"Since the first day I laid eyes on you." He breathed out.
"Connor..."
"I know I'm sorry...it's just that you make me feel something that...I don't know."
"I don't know what to say." She said embarrassedly.
"Don't say anything...just go out with me tonight and if I'm a horrible date then I think we both know each other enough by now for you to tell me that I'm a shitty date and you'd rather jump off the London Bridge than be seen with me alone again."
"I highly doubt that...Let's go." She said rising from the seat and hooking her arm to his.
"Whoa...I take it that..."
"I've been waiting for you to ask me out for three months now buddy...don't keep me waiting some more." She said.
"I..." He said not expecting this at all...he stopped in his step and stared down at her in disbelief.
"What?" She said confusedly.
"Nothing." He said then leaned down and kissed her. Their lips touched softly and when she opened her mouth to deepen the kiss, he pulled her closer to him and kissed her passionately. Five minutes later they separated and stared at each other in silence.
"Umm..." Connor said umcomfortably.
"Well...if you're as good a date as you are a kisser...I don't think you have anything to worry about." Corinne said smiling up at him.
***do you hate me??????????