Disclaimer: See first chapter.
A/N: Woot! I love you all!! Thank you so much for all the wonderful reviews.....you guys are the greatest! So sorry for the lack of updation. It's my fault, really. I just haven't had the muse lately.....but he returned last night, and all is well again. I took down Troy due to lack of inspiration......this story is just so much more fun! So, without any more of my ramblings, here's the chapter!
Chapter Five
"You liar. You didn't tell me he was that attractive!" Abby said, clicking her seatbelt into place. Eve sighed and leaned her head against the steering wheel.
"Alright, so he is that attractive." She said, taking deep breaths. Abby smirked at her and flipped on the radio, settling back for the ride home.
"And that kiss! Damn if you didn't feel anything from that!" Abigail continued, knowing she was driving Eve nuts. Evelyn glared up at her.
"Look, can we just talk about something else for now? Cause I don't feel like discussing my make-out habits with you."
Abby laughed and nodded. "Sure babe. I'm just happy to see that someone could rile you up. Ever since you started the job at Johnston and Michael's, you've been nothing but a dull secretary. I haven't seen the Eve I became friends with in ages! I think he's good for you. Gets you to slip out of your composed shell. I'm just waiting for him to get you alone to ravish you senseless," Abby fell back in a dramatic pose. "Till you are left breathless and completely in disarray." She paused, smirking at Eve. " And topless."
Eve glanced at her friend at that comment, raised a brow, and then both women erupted into peals of laughter.
" I can't believe you said that." Eve said when she caught her breath. She pulled out of the driveway and began to drive.
"I don't know what you mean." Abby said innocently. "Someone must have their mind all mixed up from this morning." Eve just shook her head, trying in vain to concentrate on the road instead of the mental image that had painted itself in her head at her friend's words.
"Why do I have to be the one topless?" Eve asked suddenly. "Why couldn't it be him?"
"Oh I never implied that he wouldn't be.....I was just suggesting that it is something you'd never do in the norm. You know how conservative you are."
"True." Eve said, pulling up at Abby's apartment.
"I'll call you later tonight." Abby said, closing the car door. Eve nodded and watched her walk up to her apartment, wave, and disappear inside. Glancing at the clock, Eve groaned. It was only slightly after noon. It was going to be an incredibly long day.
What would make her day? He thought to himself. It had been two days since he had kissed her, or rather, since she'd kissed him. She would be back at work tomorrow, and he would see her then, but....biting his lip, Don Juan paced around inside his apartment. What would make her tick? What would make her yearn for his company? He stopped, tapping his ungloved fingers on the kitchen table. Never had it been this difficult for him to pursue a woman! He knew where she lived, of course, but he couldn't just show up at her apartment! Pulling off his cloak, he collapsed onto the couch, eyes coming to rest on the picture across from him on the wall. Flowers! But what kind? What flowers were her favorite?
Standing, he walked into the kitchen and grabbed his phone. Glancing at a list of numbers on his fridge, he smiled. He was suddenly thankful that her friend had given him her phone number in the kitchen on Friday. It would make this so much easier.
"Hello, Doña Abigail? It is Don Juan. I have a favor to ask of you."
Eve squeaked when her phone rang. The apartment had been utterly still and quiet minus the Hitchcock film she was watching. The Birds had always been a favorite of hers. She could watch it and forget about everything that was bothering her (which is why, she assumed, she had a fear of anything bird- shaped). Putting the movie on pause, she stood and stretched, making her way lazily over to the phone. Who would be calling her this early in the day?
"Hello?" She asked, leaning against the wall, phone cord twirled between two fingers.
"Eve?" A male voice asked in response.
"Yes?"
"Hey, babe. This is Mike. How's it going, sugarbutt?" Eve rolled her eyes.
"I'm fine. How did you get my number?" She asked, suspicious. Her life had taken a weird turn this past week, and she didn't think she could handle any more surprises.
"I have my ways, babe. How's your fiancé?"
"Oh, he's doing much better, thanks. Turns out his arm wasn't broken, just fractured. He's coming home today."
"That's a shame. I was hoping you and I could go do something." Eve raised a brow. Was this guy for real?
"Sorry, I can't. I have to take care of my fiancé. Maybe some other time." She said, and hung up the phone. Mike was starting to creep her out....even more than Don Juan! Of course, Don Juan also stirred a multitude of other emotions in her as well, but she wouldn't let him know that. Too late. A voice said. That kiss sealed your fate. Eve glared at her voice, plopping herself back down onto the couch. She would not think about him again today! If she was lucky, he wouldn't show up at the office tomorrow, and then she would be free of any confrontations. You know it isn't the confrontation you're scared of. The voice whispered. Eve growled and pushed play on the movie.
A half hour later, Eve was startled once more, this time by the door bell. Curious, she walked over to the door, trying in vain to stand on tiptoe to see who it was through the peep-hole. Unfortunately, she couldn't raise herself high enough. Leaving the security latch on the door, she opened it, peering out into the face of a delivery man.
"Evelyn Monroe?" The man asked, glancing down at his clip board.
"Yes?" She replied. He turned and bent to pick up the largest arrangement of Tiger Lilies she'd ever seen.
"These are for you." The man said with a smile. Eve struggled with the latch and took the flowers from him, setting them down quickly on the hall table.
"Thanks." She said, in awe. He grinned.
"Enjoy them, ma'am." He said and left. Eve shut and locked the door, turning to look at the beautiful stripped and speckled petals of her favorite flower. Still curious, Eve dug through the light pink blooms for a card. Upon discovering it, Eve grinned, opening the small envelope. Her smile froze, her breath hitching in her throat.
'To my dearest Doña Evelyn:
A little something to brighten your day and make you smile.
Yours,
Don Juan Demarco'
Eve sank to the floor, eyes wide as she stared at the card. She wasn't sure if she was flattered, scared, or both. It was extremely sweet of him to send her the flowers, but....how had he known about the Tiger Lilies? Scrambling for her phone, Eve dialed Abby's number and waited.
"Hello?"
"Abby! It's me. I need to talk to you!" Eve gushed.
"Whoa, slow down tiger! What's up?"
"Do you happen to know anything about the flowers?"
"What flowers?"
"The ones I just got!"
"You got flowers! Oh my gosh! Who from? What kind?"
"They're tiger lilies....and they're from Don Juan."
"Wow. Seriously? How'd he know....."
"That's what I was hoping you could answer." Eve said, sitting down on her couch and glancing at her TV. The woman on the screen was frozen in place, a horde of birds diving toward her.
"No can do. I have no idea how he knew."
"You're not just saying that to cover anything up are you?" Eve asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Eve, would I lie to you?"
"Yes."
"That's not the point. I honestly have no idea."
"Really?"
"Really."
"OK, sorry. I'll talk to you later." Eve hung up and stared across the open space at her flowers, a small smile forming on her face. Even though the rational part of her brain was screaming stalker at her, she couldn't help but smile and accept the warm feeling that spread through her at the thought of his sweet intent.
A/N: Ok, this chapter sucks. I am so not happy with it at ALL.....but I didn't want you guys to wait any longer, so I decided to just go with it. If I really can't stand it later, I'll rewrite this one and repost it. For now, please give me the benefit of the doubt. And, as always, review! Love to you all!
A/N: Woot! I love you all!! Thank you so much for all the wonderful reviews.....you guys are the greatest! So sorry for the lack of updation. It's my fault, really. I just haven't had the muse lately.....but he returned last night, and all is well again. I took down Troy due to lack of inspiration......this story is just so much more fun! So, without any more of my ramblings, here's the chapter!
Chapter Five
"You liar. You didn't tell me he was that attractive!" Abby said, clicking her seatbelt into place. Eve sighed and leaned her head against the steering wheel.
"Alright, so he is that attractive." She said, taking deep breaths. Abby smirked at her and flipped on the radio, settling back for the ride home.
"And that kiss! Damn if you didn't feel anything from that!" Abigail continued, knowing she was driving Eve nuts. Evelyn glared up at her.
"Look, can we just talk about something else for now? Cause I don't feel like discussing my make-out habits with you."
Abby laughed and nodded. "Sure babe. I'm just happy to see that someone could rile you up. Ever since you started the job at Johnston and Michael's, you've been nothing but a dull secretary. I haven't seen the Eve I became friends with in ages! I think he's good for you. Gets you to slip out of your composed shell. I'm just waiting for him to get you alone to ravish you senseless," Abby fell back in a dramatic pose. "Till you are left breathless and completely in disarray." She paused, smirking at Eve. " And topless."
Eve glanced at her friend at that comment, raised a brow, and then both women erupted into peals of laughter.
" I can't believe you said that." Eve said when she caught her breath. She pulled out of the driveway and began to drive.
"I don't know what you mean." Abby said innocently. "Someone must have their mind all mixed up from this morning." Eve just shook her head, trying in vain to concentrate on the road instead of the mental image that had painted itself in her head at her friend's words.
"Why do I have to be the one topless?" Eve asked suddenly. "Why couldn't it be him?"
"Oh I never implied that he wouldn't be.....I was just suggesting that it is something you'd never do in the norm. You know how conservative you are."
"True." Eve said, pulling up at Abby's apartment.
"I'll call you later tonight." Abby said, closing the car door. Eve nodded and watched her walk up to her apartment, wave, and disappear inside. Glancing at the clock, Eve groaned. It was only slightly after noon. It was going to be an incredibly long day.
What would make her day? He thought to himself. It had been two days since he had kissed her, or rather, since she'd kissed him. She would be back at work tomorrow, and he would see her then, but....biting his lip, Don Juan paced around inside his apartment. What would make her tick? What would make her yearn for his company? He stopped, tapping his ungloved fingers on the kitchen table. Never had it been this difficult for him to pursue a woman! He knew where she lived, of course, but he couldn't just show up at her apartment! Pulling off his cloak, he collapsed onto the couch, eyes coming to rest on the picture across from him on the wall. Flowers! But what kind? What flowers were her favorite?
Standing, he walked into the kitchen and grabbed his phone. Glancing at a list of numbers on his fridge, he smiled. He was suddenly thankful that her friend had given him her phone number in the kitchen on Friday. It would make this so much easier.
"Hello, Doña Abigail? It is Don Juan. I have a favor to ask of you."
Eve squeaked when her phone rang. The apartment had been utterly still and quiet minus the Hitchcock film she was watching. The Birds had always been a favorite of hers. She could watch it and forget about everything that was bothering her (which is why, she assumed, she had a fear of anything bird- shaped). Putting the movie on pause, she stood and stretched, making her way lazily over to the phone. Who would be calling her this early in the day?
"Hello?" She asked, leaning against the wall, phone cord twirled between two fingers.
"Eve?" A male voice asked in response.
"Yes?"
"Hey, babe. This is Mike. How's it going, sugarbutt?" Eve rolled her eyes.
"I'm fine. How did you get my number?" She asked, suspicious. Her life had taken a weird turn this past week, and she didn't think she could handle any more surprises.
"I have my ways, babe. How's your fiancé?"
"Oh, he's doing much better, thanks. Turns out his arm wasn't broken, just fractured. He's coming home today."
"That's a shame. I was hoping you and I could go do something." Eve raised a brow. Was this guy for real?
"Sorry, I can't. I have to take care of my fiancé. Maybe some other time." She said, and hung up the phone. Mike was starting to creep her out....even more than Don Juan! Of course, Don Juan also stirred a multitude of other emotions in her as well, but she wouldn't let him know that. Too late. A voice said. That kiss sealed your fate. Eve glared at her voice, plopping herself back down onto the couch. She would not think about him again today! If she was lucky, he wouldn't show up at the office tomorrow, and then she would be free of any confrontations. You know it isn't the confrontation you're scared of. The voice whispered. Eve growled and pushed play on the movie.
A half hour later, Eve was startled once more, this time by the door bell. Curious, she walked over to the door, trying in vain to stand on tiptoe to see who it was through the peep-hole. Unfortunately, she couldn't raise herself high enough. Leaving the security latch on the door, she opened it, peering out into the face of a delivery man.
"Evelyn Monroe?" The man asked, glancing down at his clip board.
"Yes?" She replied. He turned and bent to pick up the largest arrangement of Tiger Lilies she'd ever seen.
"These are for you." The man said with a smile. Eve struggled with the latch and took the flowers from him, setting them down quickly on the hall table.
"Thanks." She said, in awe. He grinned.
"Enjoy them, ma'am." He said and left. Eve shut and locked the door, turning to look at the beautiful stripped and speckled petals of her favorite flower. Still curious, Eve dug through the light pink blooms for a card. Upon discovering it, Eve grinned, opening the small envelope. Her smile froze, her breath hitching in her throat.
'To my dearest Doña Evelyn:
A little something to brighten your day and make you smile.
Yours,
Don Juan Demarco'
Eve sank to the floor, eyes wide as she stared at the card. She wasn't sure if she was flattered, scared, or both. It was extremely sweet of him to send her the flowers, but....how had he known about the Tiger Lilies? Scrambling for her phone, Eve dialed Abby's number and waited.
"Hello?"
"Abby! It's me. I need to talk to you!" Eve gushed.
"Whoa, slow down tiger! What's up?"
"Do you happen to know anything about the flowers?"
"What flowers?"
"The ones I just got!"
"You got flowers! Oh my gosh! Who from? What kind?"
"They're tiger lilies....and they're from Don Juan."
"Wow. Seriously? How'd he know....."
"That's what I was hoping you could answer." Eve said, sitting down on her couch and glancing at her TV. The woman on the screen was frozen in place, a horde of birds diving toward her.
"No can do. I have no idea how he knew."
"You're not just saying that to cover anything up are you?" Eve asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Eve, would I lie to you?"
"Yes."
"That's not the point. I honestly have no idea."
"Really?"
"Really."
"OK, sorry. I'll talk to you later." Eve hung up and stared across the open space at her flowers, a small smile forming on her face. Even though the rational part of her brain was screaming stalker at her, she couldn't help but smile and accept the warm feeling that spread through her at the thought of his sweet intent.
A/N: Ok, this chapter sucks. I am so not happy with it at ALL.....but I didn't want you guys to wait any longer, so I decided to just go with it. If I really can't stand it later, I'll rewrite this one and repost it. For now, please give me the benefit of the doubt. And, as always, review! Love to you all!