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On My Mind

Chapter 14

This week and a half passed by extremely fast. On Monday, Amber went over to John's to watch Monday Night Raw and she cooked dinner for him and Dave. On Wednesday, Dave and Amber went out to dinner again. Yes, a second date, things are moving along quite nicely. Friday she made dinner and went over to John's again to watch Friday Night Smackdown. She was really getting into the groove of watching wrestling. Her boss was almost laying low. All week, whenever Mr. Marks arrived at work, he locked himself in his office, only leaving for meetings and to go home. It was quite weird, but it was fine with Amber. This way she could avoid him at all costs. He was a nice, hot, flirty guy, but the way he kept at this fascination he had with her kind of creeped her out.

Today was Wednesday and Amber was getting ready to leave work for the day. She gathered her things and shrugged on her coat before placing her purse on her shoulder. She walked to Mr. Marks door and knocked. All week and last week, she would knock on his door, he would ask her what she wanted, without opening the door, and she would ask him if it was ok if she left, and he would always say yes. So to say it was a shock when he opened the door with a bright smile would be an understatement.

"How can I help you Amber?" He asked, arms crossed, displaying those perfect muscles of his, with a smirk on his face.

"Um...Um..." She said not quite remembering what she came to the door for, now all she could think about were how white and straight his teeth were.

"Yes?" He said knowing he had her hooked, right where he wanted her.

"Oh, I was just going to leave, if that's okay with you." She said her eyes following his hand as his fingers loosened up his tie.

"It's that time already eh?" He said as if he completely lost track of time. Amber nodded, shaking the thoughts from her head, and finally making eye contact with him. "Well, it's perfectly okay with me if you want to go." She nodded and turned, making her way to the elevator to bring her down to the parking garage. "Amber." He said getting her attention.

"Yeah?" She asked as she turned around.

"You wouldn't be interested in getting a drink with me, would you?" He asked slipping some charm in his voice. She had a feeling he would do this to her again. She had no problem saying no to him when she didn't know he was her boss, or when she had other plans, but she was now finding it hard to say no.

"Sure." She lied.

He beamed and nodded. "Alright. I'm just going to grab my jacket and we can go." Amber nodded and looked around the floor. They were the only people there, the cubicles and offices were all empty. She had to stay late tonight to finish up some documents. It was now 9:30pm and she really just wanted to get home but she also wanted her boss to somewhat like her as a person. "Okay, let's go." Mr. Marks said as he raised his arms to slip on his jacket. Amber couldn't help but notice the small bit of skin that had been visible when his shirt raised a little. The elevator ride was a pretty silent one and as they walked to their cars, she noticed their cars were parked pretty close to each other. "You want to ride with me?" He asked as he took off his tie and threw it into the backseat. Amber could sort of see into the back seat and saw it was a pigsty, she really didn't want to go in that car when she didn't know what type of creepy crawlers were in there, but she felt she had no choice.

"Sure, just let me make a phone call." She and excused herself from the car and walked to the other side of the garage. She pulled out her phone and dialed John's number. He answered after a couple rings.

"John, it's Amber." She said.

"Amber, where the heck are you? Me and Dave are waiting for you." He said sarcastically.

"Waiting? Why?" She asked confused.

"The movie. Remember we were going to see a movie tonight?" He said refreshing her memory.

"Oh I'm so sorry. But um, I have a problem." She said and explained everything to him.

"So where is he taking you?" He asked trying to get down all the information.

"He said something about going to Burt's Bar." She said repeating the name he had thrown at her in the elevator.

"Burt's? But that's all the way on the other side of town. Why would he take you there?" John wondered to himself.

"I don't know, but I don't want to go, I'm exhausted and he's driving me there and then after, he'll have to drop me off back at work then I'll have to drive all the way home." She said fast and clearly out of energy.

"Don't worry cakes," He said using the nickname he had randomly given her. "I'll meet you there. Sit tight." He said before hanging up. Amber sighed in frustration. She wished he would have told her exactly what he was doing, but the fact that he was coming to get her allowed her to sit easy for the car ride there, knowing he'd be there soon to pick her up.

After they arrived, they walked in and Amber immediately noticed the customers, or lack there of, which made her heart beat a little faster. "Are they closed?" She asked softly.

David Marks laughed loudly and placed his hand on the small of her back, which made her jump a bit in shock. "No, it's always this deserted on weeknights." She nodded her head and softly prayed that John got there fast. If she didn't feel the need to run away earlier, she had a stronger urge to do so now. She sat next to him on a barstool and his hand still rested on her back. They sat in silence and the way he was strumming his fingers on her back was pissing her off.

"Can you stop that?" She asked trying not to snap. He held his hands up in surrender before setting them on his thighs. "So where's the bartender?" She asked after another couple minutes and sat up straighter. She could really use a stiff drink. David got up from his seat and walked around until he was behind the bar.

"What can I get you pretty lady?" He asked setting his hands on his hips. She looked away and tried to grasp the situation.

"Exscuse me?" She asked, needing further explanation.

"I'm the bartender." He stated.

"Like at nights?"

"Sometimes. Really whenever I want. I own this bar." He said and her eyes widened, half in shock and half in fear. That meant that they were the only two here and quite possibly for miles seeing as on the way in it was pretty barren and desert like.

"You…own…this bar?" She asked pointing her finger down to the counter.

"I sure do." He said with a cocky smirk.

"But I thought Burt owned it." She said trying to find anyway to convince herself that there was an owner in the back.

"Burt's my dad. When he died, I got this bar." He said making his way back around to stand in front of me. He set one of his hands on my wrist and the other on my face. "So you see we're all alone." He said in what he probably thought was a husky, sexy voice, but Amber just saw it as a creepy, disgusting tone.

"I think it's time to go." She said, standing up and making her way to the door. He 'tsked' her and pulled her back, forcibly and crushed her between his chest and the hardwood of the bar counter.

"I'd like to stay a little longer." He said almost sweetly with an evil smirk.

"Please take me home." She almost whimpered out of fear. The front door, which was a mere twenty feet away, opened, as the little bell above it rang which made David step away from Amber. Amber turned her head toward the door and was never so happy and surprised to see Paul.

"Hey man, we're closed." David said, stepping forward, cracking his knuckles. Behind him, Amber's eyes watered and she found it hard not to cry.

"Please don't leave" She mouthed to Paul, pleading with him.

"Sign says your open." Paul said with his signature smirk, and jerked his thumb toward the open sign. He was finding it hard to stay calm in this situation when all he wanted to do was slam this guys head into the counter. He had been driving into town for a signing and needed to stop somewhere to make a call because his cell phone died and he forgot his charger. He stopped at Burt's Bar and almost turned to keep going, when he saw that it looked empty, that was until he looked through the window and saw Amber, the same sweet little Amber that was Dave's "friend". He had watched for a minute and saw her turn to leave and the guy she was with pulled her back. He saw her about to break down and knew he needed to step in and take over.

David let out sigh and went behind to the bar, signaling for the man to come in. "Come on then." Paul stepped forward, his smile still planted and Amber saw that he was smacking on gum, much like his character on TV.

Paul looked at Amber and raised one eyebrow for effect. "Hi sweetheart." He sat in the chair next to her before turning his attention to David. "I'll have a scotch." When David turned around to get a glass or the scotch or something, out of the corner of his eye, Paul could see Amber about to say something but he raised a finger to his lips, signaling that he knew what he was doing and she should keep quiet.

A/N: Fucking Finally! i know. it took me forever to get this chapter up. but im proud to say, i know what im doing for the next chapters so hopefully there wont be a 3 month wait in between the next one. please review if you are still reading this story, if you arent, i dont blame you.