The CEO and Her Driver

Chapter 3

I blinked several times in a dramatic fashion before my brain caught up to the rest of my body. "HA. HA. VERY funny. Now, where's the real driver?" I asked dryly, shifting my love hedge plant from one arm to the other awkwardly.

"I'm your driver," Convertible Guy said, his smile growing wider. It lit up his face, irking me further. When he walked around to the passenger's back seat and opened the door for me, waiting for me to get inside, I took a step back, growing flustered.

"You work there?!?" He had to be joking.

"I said it was a good company. I didn't say I didn't work there myself." He shrugged, brown hair falling against his temple. "I'm just proud of where I work."

His knuckles rapped the car door, waiting for me to get in. "Are you going to get in? I mean I can show you my resume, the company website, or give you a list of references if it will help inspire motion towards the car. I'm pretty sure I can handle driving you. I promise not to hit any fire hydrants."

I pursed my lips to keep my mouth from falling into a complete scowl. "I'm going to make a quick call." Turning around, I called the car company back. "This is Silver Gate," Brandon, the elderly man I talked to earlier replied. I couldn't believe he was awake enough to have such a peppy tone, but he managed it well.

"Hi... um... Did you send the car yet?" I asked, lowering my voice.

"Is he not there?" Brandon asked, surprised. "He's normally very fast."

I glanced over my shoulder to find Convertible Guy leaning comfortably against the car, sporting a crisp black suit, arms crossed against his broad chest. Deep green eyes watched me above his easy smile. It was distracting. The open smile on his face left me off-kilter. I was unaccustomed to it. It made me want to smack it clear off his face. Anyone with that kind of smile was hiding something. No one was that happy.

"Do you happen to have any other drivers?"

"He's the best we have," Brandon replied after a beat. "And he so happens to be the only one available. Is he really not there? I'll call him. Please hold."

Before I could reply I was placed on hold. "Shoot," I hissed, trying not to panic. Please be someone else, please be someone else, please be someone else.

A moment later, I heard Convertible Guy's phone ring. Crap!

He snatched it out of his pants pocket and snorted before answering. "Brandon! What a surprise!" His eyes moved up to mine as he listened to Brandon. "No sir. I just found her." He smiled wider, watching my face turn red with embarrassment. "You are right, keeping people waiting is very rude. I will do better next time." He hung up.

Brandon came back on the line. "Ms. Winters, I am so sorry for the wait." I swallowed, looking away from Convertible Guy. "He should be there now. Do you need anything else?"

I swallowed, meeting Convertible Guy's eyes again, trying not to die of embarrassment for the second time today. What is up with me being completely flustered around this guy?

I took a deep breath. "Actually it isn't his fault. I was waiting in the wrong spot. Honest mistake."

Brandon let out a relieved breath. "Oh good! I'll send you his number so you can call him if it happens again. Thank you for choosing us to get you home safely Ms. Winters."

I smiled. "Thanks, Brandon. I appreciate your help."

When the call ended, I slowly let my arm drop, taking a moment before looking up at Convertible Guy. He raised his brow, eyes bright with amusement. "Anyone else you wanna call? My aunt? Cousin? TransUnion to get a credit check on me? Or can we go now?"