When Bad Girls Fall In Love

Chapter 10 -- Breakfast

I felt much less drained this morning than I had yesterday, with no alcohol-fueled romp from which to recover.

As if on queue, Someone tapped me from my shoulder

"Hey, Meg. Someone's on the lobby to see you" Sherry, my co-worker, dragged me out of my monitor only to turn my chair at her

"Who?" I asked my brow arching in curiosity.

"He didn't say but he seems Exquisite" She winked at me before she completely walking passed my cubicle

The way down in the lift was an agony for me. I know I needed to remain my cool afterall, what could possibly the worst that might happen? It's just Patrick anyway but somehow, my mind was in a protest and my clammy hands were the evident of it

I had been dreading this talk, ever since the last time I met him which is just two afternoons ago.

I didn't want him to get the wrong idea, but I didn't know exactly what it was that I did want.

I had worried that Patrick would be angry with me when ni fact I shouldn't care in the first place and was worried that he might tell it to Kathrina considering they're cousins right?

But what kind of man would go around spreading his conquest to his relatives anyway?

But when I finally come down the lobby and spotted him sitting so casually on the couch I'd seemed more concerned what might be the reason his feet dragged him here

So now we were finally alone in the lobby just the guard and few bystanders and passersby, and this is my first chance to straighten everything out.

But I had absolutely no idea what to say.

"We need to talk, I know," I said quietly.

"Look, not that last night wasn't...nice, but, well," I paused, trying to find the words. I really didn't want to hurt him. It's just that I find it really creepy being associated with any of Kathrina's relative, Kier was already enough

"I get it. Last night was nice, but I don't see you as anything more than a friend. It's okay. It's not like you're madly in love with me or anything right?" I was clearly blabbering anything and my head is clearly dysfunctional

He was dumbfounded. I wouldn't be surprised to find him a little pissed at me brushing off what happened so easily.

He blinked, clearing his thoughts and as he noticed that I was watching, waiting for his reply.

But instead of a decent reply, I found him grinning like the Cheshire Cat, his turn to give me a wink at the unintended double-entendre. I figured I needed to get out of there before the Mad Hatter showed up, trying to pour tea down our throats.

But there had been this, I don't know what the word is, maybe...friction? An awkwardness perhaps. I still felt drawn towards him somehow a little despite my huge denial and persistent that it was just one night,

But ever since we slept together, I had been having those flashes whenever I was confronted with sex.

I was beginning to wish I was psychic, then I could convince myself they were visions of the future, while in reality, they were just the results of my very vivid imagination that had been recently shown the joy of sex.