Chapter 3
The closest food place he could find was McDonalds, not his ultimate choice but it had wi-fi and he could hook up while he was there. He stepped into the restaurant with its burger rich smell, god there were people everywhere, there was no way he was going to get a table.
He got in line and he thank god that it moved quickly he looked to the skies ‘while you’re there can you look after me and get me a table’ he wasn’t overly religious but he wasn’t sceptical either there were many a times and not that he would call them miracles but he felt in many of his deals there had to be some sort of heavenly intervention because in a few of the deals he had done there had been no way of achieving and then poof like magic the deal was done.
He needed one of those.
He got to the head of the line and ordered a regular Big Mac meal, a thick shake and a double cheeseburger he tossed up whether to get a fillet a fish as well but thought against it.
He grabbed his tray and looked around, not a seat anywhere. He looked back up to the ceiling, so you’re not going to deliver he thought. He looked back around and just in front of him an elderly lady saw him
“Mister you can have our table if you like, were just leaving.”
“Thank you very much Ma’am.”
He looked skyward said a silent thankyou.
“Did you hear that Ronald he called me ma’am just like an American.”
“Are you American?” she asked
“No ma’am just polite.”
“Well you have yourself a really lovely day.” She smiled at him
He took everything off his tray placed his tray away, took out his laptop and fired it up as he unwrapped his double cheeseburger taking a bite, he slurped on his coke and opened up the file that they had on the company he visited earlier that morning.
What had he missed? He thought to himself.
He polished off the cheeseburger half the fries and swirled the empty container rattling the ice in the bottom.
She walked in through the automatic doors and the smell of burgers, fries and sweaty bodies overcame her followed by the cool relief, her senses were on overload there were people everywhere there was no way she was going to get a table, she looked at the long lines, she had to get food first she thought although the lines appeared to move fast, the sound of constant chatter annoyed her and she didn’t realise it but she was probably glad it wasn’t school holidays.
She got to the front of the line still not knowing what to eat she looked at the board above, the attendant tapped her nails impatiently, Rebecca looked at the person in the line beside her, he seemed to know what to order she would have whatever he was having.
“Big Mac meal, large, chocolate sundae and an apple pie.”
Ahh she knew what she’d order and she repeated the order to the attendant.
Her meal was paid and delivered on a tray and before she said thank you the attendant was already serving the next customer. She looked around for a seat.
There were a lot of tables and there were more people than tables. She spotted one on the other side of the room and she moved over toward the table banging people with her bags as she went. She didn’t even get half way to the empty table before it was claimed by a couple. She looked around again.
It was then she spotted the man in the business suit with slicked back hair hunched over a computer surrounded by food rattling the ice in his empty coke container. She smiled.
It would be just like the Rebecca she was today to barge her way in, annoy the hell out of the man she didn’t know and be completely charming about it. Of course there was no guarantee that he was going to relinquish any room but she felt the devil on her shoulder.
She sat her tray on the edge of his table. He didn’t even seem to notice. She pushed the screen forward “umm excuse me.”
Some woman was touching his screen.
What the hell was she doing, rude woman and then he saw her jade green eyes, they glinted with hints of gold specks and just a touch of mischief, he took her in full view of her in her yellow dress and bags hanging off her arm. God women were annoying, what the hell was she saying.
“So can I?”
“Can you what? I’m busy.” he snapped
Rebecca would normally have had a smart answer snapped back at him and told him to leap off a tall building but today she was……. Becky.
She smiled at the thought of being someone new.
His heart flipped and fluttered at her smile, it was cute, charming, sexy, mysterious and dangerous. Oh yeah with those jade green eyes and that smile, she was definitely dangerous.
She smiled “I’m really sorry to bother you but I just need a place to sit down, my feet are killing me.”
She flashed her leg showing off her brand new shoes and battered her eye lids at him smiling the entire time. God if this didn’t get him to offer a seat then nothing would she thought.
He took a look at her leg that she had on offer and raised his eyebrow, nice set he thought to himself and automatically thought of them winding around his waist.
What the hell was he thinking?
He glanced at his computer screen. Shit, he wasn’t getting anywhere with that and what was twenty minutes with some woman, she was certainly easy on the eye. He looked back up at her and caught her eye again and he felt that flutter that he felt this morning, perhaps it was going to be a good day after all.
He gestured for her to sit opposite him “Please.”
Closing the laptop he placed it in the bag and stuck it between his feet he gathered his food closer so that she could place her tray down.
“Oh thank you, I was beginning to wonder if I would ever get a table. Isn’t it a wonderful day?” She plucked out a few chips from her container
“Yes it is” he eyed her as she delicately got out a chip and nibbled on it.
She held a chip up “Mmm these are good.” She began gobbling them “I had no idea these were so disgustingly good.”
“You’ve never eaten them before?”
“Yeah when I was little, way back in primary school was the last time I had McDonalds that long ago I cant really remember” She had finished her chips and were eyeing his half a packet.
He watched her finish her chips and saw her eying his own “Did you want mine?”
She looked up into his eyes they were dark and menacing a shiver went up her spine she felt a little nervous, she smiled slightly more to ward off the nerves that had crept in. Taking a breath she squared her shoulders ‘no thank you’ she took a sip of her ice cold coke and continued to look at him
He would have given them to her and he didn’t know why he thought it but he would give her anything.
She hadn’t really taken a good look at him til now, before he was just a man in a suit but as she took a good look at him his hair was slicked back and curled slightly at his ears and just touching the edge of his dark navy immaculate suit it was most likely outrageously expensive, his chiselled square jaw gave him a look that he meant business, his chin matched his jaw and was square in cut and at the bottom of his lip was just a little dip that left her mesmerised she continued to look at it before pulling away from the straw and licking her lips and looking back up into his dark brooding eyes. She was sure that they held secrets.
Oh Dear God. Did she know what she just did was so damn sexy? How many times had she pulled that move on some other poor unsuspecting bloke? He felt a tug in his cortex the one that warned him he was in dangerous territory although he usually felt that kind of warning in the boardroom, of course he knew how to handle himself there, but women, well they baffled the shit out of him and the string of failed relationships proved it.
“Aren’t you hot in that suit.” she asked as she bit into her Big Mac.
“It’s air conditioned in here.” he unwrapped his Big Mac
“Yeah, but it’s hot out there.”
“I’m not out there. Am I?” He pulled back the bun lifted the pattie, located the pickle and tossed it on the wrapper.
She tilted her head as she watched him pluck away at his burger like a child dissatisfied with what his mother had dished up.
She pointed to the pickle. “Why’d you do that?”
“I don’t like the pickles. No-one likes the pickles.”
“I like pickles.”
“Did you want it?”
“Not when your hands have been all over it. I don’t know where your hands have been.” she took another bite of her own burger.
“Then it’s none of your business what I do with my pickle. Is it?” he said taking a bite of his burger.
She smiled. Rebecca would of normally had a tut-tut to the man about eating his vegetables and given him a lecture about how most diseases that man ails from could be avoided by eating a sensible diet which included vegetables and a regular exercise regime, but since she was eating McDonalds herself, what would be the point, instead she poked her tongue out at him.
He caught her poking her tongue at him and normally it would irritate him that a grown person would behave in such a childish manner but instead it warmed him right where the flutter was earlier in the day. He smiled.
With both elbows on the table and burger in hand she pointed her little finger at him “I like your smile its much better than that serious face you try to pull off, makes you look all mean and grumpy.”
He wiped a napkin at the side of his face and watched her take another bite of the burger, he tried to assess her but damn it he couldn’t, his natural personality radar was all off with her she did things to him like a magnet repelling or maybe it was attracting.
“Maybe I’m meant to look mean and grumpy.”
She put her burger back down on the paper and took a slurp of the coke all whilst not keeping her eyes off him, he was definitely good to look at but more so she was too scared to not keep her eye on him he did things to her insides, and if memory, a long memory at that, served it’s purpose, it was lust. “It doesn’t suit you.”
“How do you know it doesn’t suit me, you don’t know who the hell I am.”
“You know what, your right. I don’t know who you are so let’s introduce ourselves and then I can actually mention that I had lunch with you and not some imaginary gorgeous guy. I’m ….” She stalled at her name only slight trying to remember who she wasn’t “Becky. And you are?” she said holding out her hand.
He looked from her hand back up to her face, she was far too trusting, she should be in the suburbs baking biscuits for the girl guides, CWA or something. Taking her hand he felt the flutter in his chest again and he took in a breath. “Lucas.”
At his touch she felt the tingle race up her arm and bang straight into her chest making it race. She looked up into his eyes to see if he had felt it too.
“Well Lucas, now that the formalities are over you can drop your guard and we can enjoy our lunch.” she popped the last of her burger in her mouth and licked the crumbs off of each finger and took another slurp of her coke.
He was sure she knew what the hell she was doing and how provocative each of her movements were, he stirred his thick shake it wasn’t so thick now just the way he liked it, he wouldn’t have to suck his guts out to try and get any. He took a slurp of it still looking at her face.
As he looked at her face he wondered if she knew how pretty she was, she wasn’t model material but she was no ugly duckling either she had a small petite nose, those gorgeous jade green eyes, an oval face with high cheekbones, her complexion was fair but not milky or pasty white, she had seen some sun but what he got mostly was that she was natural, she wore little if any makeup which he liked, most women these days seemed to trowel it on, her shoulder length auburn hair flowed effortlessly about showing no sign of hair product and she was dressed in designer wear.
It was his business to pick out the flaws of people and he played heavily on their weaknesses. That was why he was so good at what he did. So what was, should he say it, a simple woman doing in clothes that didn’t seem to fit yet at the oddity of it, fit her perfect, she was an enigma.
“Have you figured me out yet?” she said taking scoop of the chocolate syrup from the sundae.
“What?”
“Can read you like a book, you’re trying to work me out, lets face it not many women go up to a strange man and ask to sit and then engage in the type of conversation were having, so you’re trying to work me out.” She rolled her eyes “Am I deranged?”
He frowned “I think possibly you are.”
“Good. Then when I get up to go home you won’t follow me.” she took another scoop of the sundae licking the back of the spoon as she did.
Oh god she was doing it again he leaned forward “Who the hell are you?”
She pointed the spoon at him “Were going over the same ground, I’m Becky remember we shook hands, I’ve even flashed you my leg.” she smiled
He couldn’t help but smile “I’m beginning to think that maybe you are deranged.”
“So what do you do?” she dunked the spoon back into the sundae.
“Whatever the boss wants me to do.”
Rebecca’s heart stopped and her eyes flew wide open looking at him. “You’re a gangster?”
The closest food place he could find was McDonalds, not his ultimate choice but it had wi-fi and he could hook up while he was there. He stepped into the restaurant with its burger rich smell, god there were people everywhere, there was no way he was going to get a table.
He got in line and he thank god that it moved quickly he looked to the skies ‘while you’re there can you look after me and get me a table’ he wasn’t overly religious but he wasn’t sceptical either there were many a times and not that he would call them miracles but he felt in many of his deals there had to be some sort of heavenly intervention because in a few of the deals he had done there had been no way of achieving and then poof like magic the deal was done.
He needed one of those.
He got to the head of the line and ordered a regular Big Mac meal, a thick shake and a double cheeseburger he tossed up whether to get a fillet a fish as well but thought against it.
He grabbed his tray and looked around, not a seat anywhere. He looked back up to the ceiling, so you’re not going to deliver he thought. He looked back around and just in front of him an elderly lady saw him
“Mister you can have our table if you like, were just leaving.”
“Thank you very much Ma’am.”
He looked skyward said a silent thankyou.
“Did you hear that Ronald he called me ma’am just like an American.”
“Are you American?” she asked
“No ma’am just polite.”
“Well you have yourself a really lovely day.” She smiled at him
He took everything off his tray placed his tray away, took out his laptop and fired it up as he unwrapped his double cheeseburger taking a bite, he slurped on his coke and opened up the file that they had on the company he visited earlier that morning.
What had he missed? He thought to himself.
He polished off the cheeseburger half the fries and swirled the empty container rattling the ice in the bottom.
She walked in through the automatic doors and the smell of burgers, fries and sweaty bodies overcame her followed by the cool relief, her senses were on overload there were people everywhere there was no way she was going to get a table, she looked at the long lines, she had to get food first she thought although the lines appeared to move fast, the sound of constant chatter annoyed her and she didn’t realise it but she was probably glad it wasn’t school holidays.
She got to the front of the line still not knowing what to eat she looked at the board above, the attendant tapped her nails impatiently, Rebecca looked at the person in the line beside her, he seemed to know what to order she would have whatever he was having.
“Big Mac meal, large, chocolate sundae and an apple pie.”
Ahh she knew what she’d order and she repeated the order to the attendant.
Her meal was paid and delivered on a tray and before she said thank you the attendant was already serving the next customer. She looked around for a seat.
There were a lot of tables and there were more people than tables. She spotted one on the other side of the room and she moved over toward the table banging people with her bags as she went. She didn’t even get half way to the empty table before it was claimed by a couple. She looked around again.
It was then she spotted the man in the business suit with slicked back hair hunched over a computer surrounded by food rattling the ice in his empty coke container. She smiled.
It would be just like the Rebecca she was today to barge her way in, annoy the hell out of the man she didn’t know and be completely charming about it. Of course there was no guarantee that he was going to relinquish any room but she felt the devil on her shoulder.
She sat her tray on the edge of his table. He didn’t even seem to notice. She pushed the screen forward “umm excuse me.”
Some woman was touching his screen.
What the hell was she doing, rude woman and then he saw her jade green eyes, they glinted with hints of gold specks and just a touch of mischief, he took her in full view of her in her yellow dress and bags hanging off her arm. God women were annoying, what the hell was she saying.
“So can I?”
“Can you what? I’m busy.” he snapped
Rebecca would normally have had a smart answer snapped back at him and told him to leap off a tall building but today she was……. Becky.
She smiled at the thought of being someone new.
His heart flipped and fluttered at her smile, it was cute, charming, sexy, mysterious and dangerous. Oh yeah with those jade green eyes and that smile, she was definitely dangerous.
She smiled “I’m really sorry to bother you but I just need a place to sit down, my feet are killing me.”
She flashed her leg showing off her brand new shoes and battered her eye lids at him smiling the entire time. God if this didn’t get him to offer a seat then nothing would she thought.
He took a look at her leg that she had on offer and raised his eyebrow, nice set he thought to himself and automatically thought of them winding around his waist.
What the hell was he thinking?
He glanced at his computer screen. Shit, he wasn’t getting anywhere with that and what was twenty minutes with some woman, she was certainly easy on the eye. He looked back up at her and caught her eye again and he felt that flutter that he felt this morning, perhaps it was going to be a good day after all.
He gestured for her to sit opposite him “Please.”
Closing the laptop he placed it in the bag and stuck it between his feet he gathered his food closer so that she could place her tray down.
“Oh thank you, I was beginning to wonder if I would ever get a table. Isn’t it a wonderful day?” She plucked out a few chips from her container
“Yes it is” he eyed her as she delicately got out a chip and nibbled on it.
She held a chip up “Mmm these are good.” She began gobbling them “I had no idea these were so disgustingly good.”
“You’ve never eaten them before?”
“Yeah when I was little, way back in primary school was the last time I had McDonalds that long ago I cant really remember” She had finished her chips and were eyeing his half a packet.
He watched her finish her chips and saw her eying his own “Did you want mine?”
She looked up into his eyes they were dark and menacing a shiver went up her spine she felt a little nervous, she smiled slightly more to ward off the nerves that had crept in. Taking a breath she squared her shoulders ‘no thank you’ she took a sip of her ice cold coke and continued to look at him
He would have given them to her and he didn’t know why he thought it but he would give her anything.
She hadn’t really taken a good look at him til now, before he was just a man in a suit but as she took a good look at him his hair was slicked back and curled slightly at his ears and just touching the edge of his dark navy immaculate suit it was most likely outrageously expensive, his chiselled square jaw gave him a look that he meant business, his chin matched his jaw and was square in cut and at the bottom of his lip was just a little dip that left her mesmerised she continued to look at it before pulling away from the straw and licking her lips and looking back up into his dark brooding eyes. She was sure that they held secrets.
Oh Dear God. Did she know what she just did was so damn sexy? How many times had she pulled that move on some other poor unsuspecting bloke? He felt a tug in his cortex the one that warned him he was in dangerous territory although he usually felt that kind of warning in the boardroom, of course he knew how to handle himself there, but women, well they baffled the shit out of him and the string of failed relationships proved it.
“Aren’t you hot in that suit.” she asked as she bit into her Big Mac.
“It’s air conditioned in here.” he unwrapped his Big Mac
“Yeah, but it’s hot out there.”
“I’m not out there. Am I?” He pulled back the bun lifted the pattie, located the pickle and tossed it on the wrapper.
She tilted her head as she watched him pluck away at his burger like a child dissatisfied with what his mother had dished up.
She pointed to the pickle. “Why’d you do that?”
“I don’t like the pickles. No-one likes the pickles.”
“I like pickles.”
“Did you want it?”
“Not when your hands have been all over it. I don’t know where your hands have been.” she took another bite of her own burger.
“Then it’s none of your business what I do with my pickle. Is it?” he said taking a bite of his burger.
She smiled. Rebecca would of normally had a tut-tut to the man about eating his vegetables and given him a lecture about how most diseases that man ails from could be avoided by eating a sensible diet which included vegetables and a regular exercise regime, but since she was eating McDonalds herself, what would be the point, instead she poked her tongue out at him.
He caught her poking her tongue at him and normally it would irritate him that a grown person would behave in such a childish manner but instead it warmed him right where the flutter was earlier in the day. He smiled.
With both elbows on the table and burger in hand she pointed her little finger at him “I like your smile its much better than that serious face you try to pull off, makes you look all mean and grumpy.”
He wiped a napkin at the side of his face and watched her take another bite of the burger, he tried to assess her but damn it he couldn’t, his natural personality radar was all off with her she did things to him like a magnet repelling or maybe it was attracting.
“Maybe I’m meant to look mean and grumpy.”
She put her burger back down on the paper and took a slurp of the coke all whilst not keeping her eyes off him, he was definitely good to look at but more so she was too scared to not keep her eye on him he did things to her insides, and if memory, a long memory at that, served it’s purpose, it was lust. “It doesn’t suit you.”
“How do you know it doesn’t suit me, you don’t know who the hell I am.”
“You know what, your right. I don’t know who you are so let’s introduce ourselves and then I can actually mention that I had lunch with you and not some imaginary gorgeous guy. I’m ….” She stalled at her name only slight trying to remember who she wasn’t “Becky. And you are?” she said holding out her hand.
He looked from her hand back up to her face, she was far too trusting, she should be in the suburbs baking biscuits for the girl guides, CWA or something. Taking her hand he felt the flutter in his chest again and he took in a breath. “Lucas.”
At his touch she felt the tingle race up her arm and bang straight into her chest making it race. She looked up into his eyes to see if he had felt it too.
“Well Lucas, now that the formalities are over you can drop your guard and we can enjoy our lunch.” she popped the last of her burger in her mouth and licked the crumbs off of each finger and took another slurp of her coke.
He was sure she knew what the hell she was doing and how provocative each of her movements were, he stirred his thick shake it wasn’t so thick now just the way he liked it, he wouldn’t have to suck his guts out to try and get any. He took a slurp of it still looking at her face.
As he looked at her face he wondered if she knew how pretty she was, she wasn’t model material but she was no ugly duckling either she had a small petite nose, those gorgeous jade green eyes, an oval face with high cheekbones, her complexion was fair but not milky or pasty white, she had seen some sun but what he got mostly was that she was natural, she wore little if any makeup which he liked, most women these days seemed to trowel it on, her shoulder length auburn hair flowed effortlessly about showing no sign of hair product and she was dressed in designer wear.
It was his business to pick out the flaws of people and he played heavily on their weaknesses. That was why he was so good at what he did. So what was, should he say it, a simple woman doing in clothes that didn’t seem to fit yet at the oddity of it, fit her perfect, she was an enigma.
“Have you figured me out yet?” she said taking scoop of the chocolate syrup from the sundae.
“What?”
“Can read you like a book, you’re trying to work me out, lets face it not many women go up to a strange man and ask to sit and then engage in the type of conversation were having, so you’re trying to work me out.” She rolled her eyes “Am I deranged?”
He frowned “I think possibly you are.”
“Good. Then when I get up to go home you won’t follow me.” she took another scoop of the sundae licking the back of the spoon as she did.
Oh god she was doing it again he leaned forward “Who the hell are you?”
She pointed the spoon at him “Were going over the same ground, I’m Becky remember we shook hands, I’ve even flashed you my leg.” she smiled
He couldn’t help but smile “I’m beginning to think that maybe you are deranged.”
“So what do you do?” she dunked the spoon back into the sundae.
“Whatever the boss wants me to do.”
Rebecca’s heart stopped and her eyes flew wide open looking at him. “You’re a gangster?”
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