Within seconds, a man in his late 60s stormed around the corner and made an angry beeline toward Evan. His rugged, 6′3′ frame seemingly towered over Evan, who was 6′ himself.
Evan backed away from the Island, nearly tripping over the countertop chair. Throwing his hands up, he bellowed, “nothing happened!”
The man’s face turned beet red with every step he made toward him.
“Stop, right now!” Sarah shouted in her rich, southern tone. Her 5′4" frame took a step in front of Evan, blocking him from harm’s way. “You’d better go, handsome. Let’s try this again soon, okay?” she whispered to him before facing her boyfriend again.
The man stopped just inches in front of Sarah, hunching forward as if he was out of breath. His brows narrowed as he and Evan locked eyes. “Get the hell out of here,” he grunted.
Evan steadily backed away from Sarah and then bolted to the front door with his arms still raised overhead.
“Don’t come back here again if you know what’s good for you!” Evan heard as he made his way out of the house, slamming the front door behind him. He quickly got into his car, thankful that the guy hadn’t parked behind him to block him in.
Then, he made the hours’ long drive back to his house, outwardly defeated.
“She’ll be here at noon to meet with you.”
Evan looked up to see Nick peeking his head through his office door.
“Thanks. Can you book the conference room for us and order lunch?”
“Sure thing,” Nick said, before disappearing out of sight.
Evan picked up a flyer laying atop a pile of papers on his desk and looked at the photo of the seductively attractive woman, whom he’d be meeting in just a matter of hours. “Let’s see what you can do for us, Natasha Henderson,” he softly whispered, under his breath. Evan reminded himself that, while she was beautiful, he refused to mix business with pleasure. He imagined it would be easy to do with her, though.
Three hours later, just before noon, Evan made his way to the conference room and took a seat at the head of the table.
“Where do you want this stuff?” Nicked asked, walking in with a tray full of turkey and cheese wraps, fruit, and bottled water.
“Set it in front of us. We can eat and talk. Have Natasha sit there.” He pointed to the space next to him.
“Mr. Matthews?” Christine poked her head into the conference room. “Ms. Natasha Henderson is here to see you.”
“Send her in.” Evan stood and straightened his tie.
Christine motioned for the woman standing behind her to enter.
Natasha thanked Christine and strolled into the room with a wide grin. “Gentleman! How nice to meet you.”
Natasha wore a tight black pencil skirt, black heels, and a white transparent low-cut blouse, exposing a small amount of cleavage. Her long, silky, straight, brown hair offset her green eyes and olive complexion.
Close your mouth, Nick, Evan thought before locking eyes with Natasha and extending his hand to shake hers. “It’s our pleasure. Please, take a seat. We ordered lunch, so I hope you’re hungry.”
“I’m starving!” Natasha sat down and placed her high-end handbag and a set of folders in the empty chair beside her.
“I figured we could talk and eat,” Evan said, before placing a napkin in his lap and opening his turkey wrap. “So, tell me about this food prep course of yours and how you think it can benefit our team.”
An hour later, Natasha finished her presentation. “So, can I sign you up?”
Nick looked eagerly at Evan, practically begging him to say yes without needing to use words.
“Sign us up.” Evan stood and extended his hand again to Natasha.
“Great!” She clapped her hands together in enthusiasm, stood with poise, and reached out to grip Evan’s hand tightly.
“Nick will be in touch with you to discuss dates.”
Natasha looked at Nick and smirked. “I look forward to it, Nick.”
Just hearing his name come out of Natasha’s mouth made Nick blush.
“I’ll walk you out,” Evan announced, avoiding Nick’s gaze. He expected Nick was eagerly anticipating walking her out himself.
Evan and Natasha strolled together through the short hallway to the large, double entry doors at the building’s main entrance.
Natasha turned to Evan with another bright smile. “Thanks again for meeting me today. I’m looking forward to helping your company.”
“Again, it was my pleasure.” Evan opened the door for Natasha, and she slid past him into the open air.
As Evan was closing the door, Natasha turned back to him. “You know,” she paused, “if you’re single, there’s someone I’d love to introduce you to.”