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On My Mind

Chapter 9

Amber was sitting at her desk the next morning, Wednesday, tapping her pen against her desk, staring off into space. She had been here for a little more than 30 minutes, waiting for her boss to show. This was only her third day, she didn't really have a routine to follow yet, she just took the directions she was told so she had nothing to do. Finally, she saw her boss round the corner and he actually looked in a good mood today, which was good for her.

"How are you doing today Amber?" He asked as he approached her desk with a smile.

"Pretty good and yourself Mr. Marks?" She responded planting a smile on her face.

"I'm doing wonderful. Come into my office." He said leading the way, holding the door open for her. She rolled her eyes as she got up from her chair, walking around the desk, she smiled at Mr. Marks when she passed him on her way into the office. They both took their seats in relative silence. Amber just looked at him, waiting for him to talk. She didn't have to wait too long because he folded his hands together in front of him on the desk and broke the silence. "So Amber, I believe we have gotten off on the wrong foot. My behavior has been unprofessional and unfair to you. And for putting you in that situation, I apologize. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. Sometimes, I don't really think with my mind and I let my emotions take over. Once again, I am truly, truly sorry." He finished. Amber was staring at him wide-eyed. She was so shocked, her jaw was twitching because it wanted to express her surprise, but she kept her teeth clenched, not wanting to be impolite. To say she was shocked was a complete understatement; she was floored. Absolutely floored. Here was this guy that had been hitting on her every opportunity he got and when she confronted him about it, he played dumb. Sure, she didn't want to accept the apology, but she saw no other choice, if she said she wouldn't accept it, it could cost her her job. And she desperately needed it. She also was hoping that since the second chance she gave him was a failure, the third time would be a charm. She plastered a small smile on her face.

"It's fine." She stated, not really trusting herself to say anything else. Instantly, his face beamed.

"Great! Well, lets get down to work." He said, giving her her assignments for the day.

It was almost 6 when she was getting ready to leave. Everyone was leaving the office, heading home to their family to have a nice family dinner. Amber, on the other hand had to get home to get ready for her hot date. She thought with a laugh, as she finished straightening her desk. She stood up, smooth down her black pencil skirt. She bent down to get her purse, which was on the floor. When she stood back up and turned around, Mr. Marks was right behind her. She put a hand behind her heart to try to slow the beat down.

"Mr. Marks! You scared me." She exclaimed, leaning on her desk for support.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He said with a smirk that told her he knew how she was going to react. "And your off the clock. Call me David."

"Right, Right." She said after she regained her composure, standing up straight, smoothing her skirt down once again, sliding her purse onto her shoulder.

"You heading off?" He asked leaning against the wall that was behind her desk. He crossed his arms over his chest, making his muscles bulge, almost making Amber whimper at how hot he was.

"I sure am." She said.

"I'll walk you to your car." He said pushing away from the wall, leading their way to the elevator.

"No, you don't need to." She said catching up to him, falling into step with him.

"But I want to." He said throwing a smirk her way. She almost had to resist rolling her eyes, this man was her boss, who she thought was absolutely 100 hot. Yet, she couldn't flirt with him, he could flirt with her even though he said he wasn't going to. But, she figures he's just a flirty person, she'll just have to suck it up and go with it.

"If you insist." She said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"So Amber, do you have any plans tonight? I was going to go have a drink with a couple of my friends. Care to join us?" He asked as they were entered the parking garage.

"I really wish I could," She lied, really glad that she had other plans. "But, I have a date."

"Oh?" He said with a raised, jealous eyebrow. "Whose the lucky guy? Not someone from work I hope. Business relations can get messy." He said and she tried really hard not to snort at that, you think he would take his own advice.

"Oh no, no one from work. Actually, he's one of my neighbors friends. His name's Dave." She said with a smile thinking of him.

"You really like him?" He asked as they reached her car. She unlocked her door and opened it.

"I think I could." She answered honestly. "I'll see you tomorrow. Don't have too much to drink." She said playfully.

"I won't. You have fun tonight." He said closing the drivers side door as Amber was fully in. She started the car, pulled out and waved to David as she passed him. He just stared after her thinking. He needed to find out who this Dave character was.

When she got home, it was 6:20. She had about 40 minutes before Dave showed up. Talk about being rushed. She fast walked into the house and once she was in, she threw her purse on the couch and ran to the shower, shedding her clothes as she ran. She fell a couple times trying to get her skirt off but made it throught with no bruises. After her shower, she dried her hair and curled it. Once that was done, she applied her makeup before making her way to her closet to find something to wear. She wasn't sure if it was casual or formal so she decided to meet in the middle. She slipped on some dark wash skinny jeans with a scoop neck, green, baby doll tank top. She slipped on her black flip flops when she heard the doorbell ring. She practically ran to the door and answered it with a smile.

"Hey." She said.

"Well don't you look beautiful." He said making her blush a bit. "These are for you." He said pushing his hand forward which held a bouquet of red tulips.

"They are gorgeous." She said with a smile as she opened the door wider. "Come in. I'll put these in water and we can get going." She closed the door behind him and jogged into the kitchen. After the flowers were safely in water, she stepped out of the kitchen but stopped when she saw Dave looking at some pictures she'd hung. She took this opportunity to look him over. He looked amazing as usual. He was in a pair of jeans, a vintage t-shirt and a leather jacket. She couldn't take her eyes off him. That was until he turned around and saw her watching him, he smirked knowingly.

"All set?" He asked before she nodded. She grabbed her purse off the couch and stepped outside. "John said we could use his car. Which is quite shocking seeing as how that thing is like his baby." He said as they approached John's car. Dave opened the door for her and offered her a hand for assistance to help her get in the truck. He ran around to the other side, hopping in and starting the engine.

"So, where are we going tonight?" Amber asked as he back out of the driveway.

"Well, nothing official because I wasn't sure what you felt like. But I was thinking Italian. There's this really nice Italian restaurant by the ocean." Dave suggested mainly keeping his eyes on the road in front of him, moving his gaze onto Amber momentarily.

"That sounds delicious actually." She said craving some spaghetti.

"Great! We've got a plan." Dave said with enthusiasm that made Amber laugh. This evening was turning out to be splendid.

A/N: Gosh, i suck at updating, maybe one of these days ill update as good as other people. Review!