Chapter 8- Dinner Date

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"You eat tomatoes?" His nose twisted in disgust.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes I do...they're quite fresh and delightful", a smile plastered on my lips as I watched him make a disgusted face. "I can see that you don't like them".

He scoffs arrogantly, "I hate them. They're utterly disgusting".

I hummed and ate another slice of tomato.

"How is the lobby designing coming along?" Ian asks after a few measured seconds of silence.

"I finished the sketches and so I am leaving after lunch to go get the stuff. My schedule is clear for the afternoon so I decided to get the furniture and other decorative objects and not waste time", I rambled on.

"Aren't you exhausted?" His question surprised me.

I snapped my head to his view and almost choked on my avocado slice.

"This is my job, sir. And it's my responsible", I relied on the most efficient and logical explanation.

I wasn't going to show him that I was tired even though I was. But the point is, is that professionalism is doing your job whether you're in a critical situation. And though there are some situations that have to be excused on such this one wasn't called for.

Ian's eyes regarded me with a fierce intensity. I tried to look down but my heart was palpitating all of a sudden in my chest.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Umm...

"Yes", I almost stuttered.

Ian cleared his throat and looked down on my lap before returning his gaze to me.

"How is it possible that you are not dating yet you are young and attractive?"

Wha- wait, did he just call me attractive?

I swallowed harshly and sipped on the juice.

"Well...first of all, I don't have time for another person in my life. I have my priorities and that's why".

He studied this attentively and merely glanced at his lap. I popped a strawberry in my mouth and avoided his eyes.

"What would you do if I ask you out?" He suddenly asks out of the blue.

I choked on the strawberry and went into a scene of hurriedly getting the juice down my throat. Ian came to my side and patted my back; the warmth of his hand, the scent of his cologne, the heat radiating off him...oh, it was all too much!

"Are you okay?"

I nodded and manoeuvred my hand for him to leave me alone.

"I am fine", I said and cleared my throat.

He goes back to his seat and keeps his eyes on me much to my distraction. That intense stare was upon me as he tentatively stroked his chin, a move he always does.

My body was already in a hot mess. "Where are you originally from?"

I looked up, "Russia".

Seeming to reply monotonously was the goal at the moment and silently, I was a bit embarrassed by the scene that happened a minute ago.

I saw that he was about to speak but his personal assistant stepped into my office and demanded his attention.

"Excuse me", he stood collecting his things and walked out.

What just happened?

I stared at the closed door feeling a wave of emptiness wash over me.

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