His Little One

Chapter 3

Woah wait. Marsha? As in Marsha the runway model? The one she saw on TV a few minutes ago. Looking over at her shoulder she saw the same model get into a black car. So, if Marsha was here that would mean, the man with her was the same man from the diner.

Leon Wyatt.

Oh no, he'll just humiliate her worse than his girlfriend. She never called him for the job; he'll surely laugh at her. Walking faster she tried ignoring his calls, which only got louder with every step.

"Stop." He shouted. Panicking Rosalinda ran down the block using the crowd of people as camouflage. Turning the corner she saw a small book store and ran inside. The woman at the cash register looked at her in shock.

"Can I use your bathroom I spilled hot coffee all over my shirt." Rosalinda said breathlessly.

The woman nodded and pointed her in the right direction. Gunning for the women's bathroom she ran into a stall and shut the door, leaning her head against it as she placed a hand over her chest trying to calm down her breathing.

It was him. Why did it have to be him? Ugh her luck couldn't get any worse than this.

Sherry would know what do to if she were here. Rosalinda was tempted to call her, but her friend was probably busy working right now.

"Damn it." She swore under her breath. "It can't get any worse than this."

"Wanna bet. Come out now before I break down the door." Spoke the very person she thought she had escaped.

Rosalinda covered her eyes as if that would do anything to make her current situation any better.

"I mean it. You have five seconds to leave that stall before I break it down." She heard footsteps coming her way and stopping in front of her stall.

"It was an accident." Rosalinda softly said. Tears threatened to spill from the corners of her eyes.

"Two seconds."

She still covers her eyes and prayed he was bluffing and he was going to leave her alone.

"Times up." Rosalinda waited for a crash, but she heard nothing. She did however, feel fingers peel back her hands away from her eyes. Clearly she forgot to lock the door of the stall.

The same icy blue eyes she remembered from that night looked into her plain brown ones. "Rosalinda."

Hearing him say her name sounded musical. She wanted to hear him say it over and over again. Why was she thinking that? She hardly knew him.

Snapping out of it she took her hands back and backed up into the stall. Her back touched the wall leaving her little to no room to run. Was he going to take advantage of her? If so why was he taking so long?

"You didn't call." He stated.

Rosalinda looked at him and then at his stained white shirt. "It didn't seem fair to take the job when the rest of the staff left unemployed."

"I made sure they didn't. You're the only one who didn't take my personal offer. Everyone was placed somewhere else."

It took a bit for her to marinate all this new information. So he wasn't coldhearted after all. Guilt wormed its way to her heart making it feel heavy. She shouldn't have assumed bad about him.

"I didn't know." She admitted.

"Clearly not. As for the coffee clearly things were taken out of disproportion, but not forgotten. For compensation for my suit you are now in debt to me. The address of the building is on my card, along with everything else, I expect you there eight sharp and it's not a request Rosalinda it's a demand." She looked up at him, which was bad on her part her heart almost stopped. Now looking at him this close, she had forgotten how handsome he was. The beard was slightly longer making him looked more rugged. His suit was still crisp, even with the coffee stain. The lighting in the bathroom made him look sinister, but it agreed with him.