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to be Natalie's day off and yet here she was dressed in a yellow shirt and blue jeans waiting to meet her client on the eve of he

l?" The waiter asked he

. One sip was all it took for her stress to melt away, even if just for a moment, and caused her to breathe out completely relaxed. White dresses and forever after were never her cup of tea. One would find it funny that a woman who didn't believe in love or in happily e

er her with an approximate height of six feet was a man whose face could possibly be mistaken for a beautiful sculpture because of his sharpl

in health conditions. I am Natalie Rose, her assistant. I'll be helping

to seat himself facing her "Please, Call me Matt or

ou were planning an engagement party?" Matt nodded "Right, So I'm going to ne

He raised his

led widely at the approac

o please." He said, "And might

girl blushed and turned o

buttoning his sleeves, he rolled them just below his elbow. He wet his lips, ignoring Natalie for a good two minutes as he settled comfortably. It was only when

owards him "I needed some information, to beg

read through the questions intensely "Might I have the pen?" His eyes flickered to Natalie

he took it "I wasn't staring at

began writing correspondi

line of job, and from the few times she was forced to use a random dating website, none of them caught her attention as he did. She wet her lips, her eyes trying to focus on something else but him. To help her case,

one aside on the table again. She picked the cup in her hand, her fingertips touching each other at the rim. The cup was raised to her lips, her elbows resting on top of the table. Her eyes, however, were fixed on the man in front of her. She was warning her mind to not stare at him and scare her client away, but unfortunately, nothing seemed to be stopping her. It was like she was in a car that was rac

fting the binder from the table as the c

tt, however, diverted his eyes and focused on the table pooled with the spilled coffee. She crossed an arm before her bosom, trying her best

sure of her privacy, she opened the door and approached the sink. Opening the faucet, she carefully washed the coffee-stained part of her dress hoping it wouldn't stain. "This cannot possibly get any worse." She mumbled and sighe

her chest in an attempt to cover herself and turned around to see the waitress holding out a folde

efully reached out and took the tee shirt "I'm terr

time, miss." She smiled "Y

g her shirt aside, she opened the tee shirt That looks smaller than my si

o sizes too small almost squeezing the very breath out of her, showcasing her assets. I was wrong, things could ge

lthough there were no eyes staring at her, Natalie still felt awkward and uncomfortable. Spotting her client seated at a new table she approached him. He was seated, writing down

"You're okay right?" He asked, his eyes scanning her c

apologetically "I'm really sorry

re-schedule." He offered "I personally wouldn't want to keep you

rthday. She really did but she also knew that when Mariah called him to ask for feedback, it wouldn't sound good. fuck it! I need to make up for today or else, I'

nd a couple of meetings tomorrow. So I wouldn't be able

sounds great" Mathew hand

Natalie typed in her number and saved it "Thank you." He said pulling the phone from her hand

cab. No worries

, I may be your client but I am also a gentleman and it would be hi

lie couldn't help but stare at the floor "It's okay Mr. Hol

ather. Secondly, I know you can handle it but as much as I want to, my conscience wouldn't allow

ral and demanded some sort of compensation but then again, she was beginning to feel more uncomfortable with him. 'He is just being nice. Don't overthink Nat, move your arse. The last thing you want to do is make your client wait, wasting his

in front of her. The window lowered and Ma

er to the other side. She pulled open the door and got in beside him "

ore laughing softly "No,

at

the windows of his ca

hort..uh Nat." She looked out the window

Nat. Let's g