When I get home, I cannot think. My mind is jumbled up with a million thoughts all at once. Most of which are about him. Sam.
I walk over to the kitchen and make myself a nice hot cup of coffee as I turn the television on.
Just like it wasn't enough that I was thinking about Sam, he happens to be on TV. I blink several times to see if I'm dreaming but nope, he definitely is on TV.
He is getting interviewed and asked how he is so successful at such a young age. I want to turn the TV off but somehow I can't. Instead I sit there and watch the one hour long interview.
My phone rings just as I turn the TV off. I run and grab it. It's Bianca.
"I know you're busy with your new job and all but I've made plans for us. Tomorrow night we shall have a girls night."
Oh crap! Tomorrow is the office party and I don't want to miss it.
"Look B and don't get mad but I'm sort of busy."
"Busy? Busy with what?" She asks.
"With a party for Anderson's Corporations. Sam is throwing a party."
"What!!! No way. I'm so jealous right now. Can I come? Please tell me you're allowed to bring an extra."
"Sorry B, I can't do that but maybe you could help me."
"Go on, I'm listening."
"I don't have any dresses to wear, I need help."
Bianca laughs. "That's what you're worried about. Don't worry Vi, I've got your back. I'll swing by tomorrow morning and bring a few dresses and shoes and what not."
"No heels though" I say.
"What do you mean no heels. It's a party, you're supposed to wear heels."
"I can't even walk in them and i fell down several times on day one of work. I've embarrassed myself already."
"Oh my god!! Did Sam see you?"
"Yes B, he did. In fact he gave me a pair of shoes to change into because I kept falling."
Bianca continues laughing until we finally say goodbye.
Okay at least that's sorted. When I go into my room to grab a book from the bookshelf, I can't seem to think of anything but Sam. Even when I throw myself on to the bed and begin reading. The words all jumble up and all I can see is Sam written across the pages.
I close the book and get up.
"What is wrong with me?"
All I can think about is Sam and this so called party he is throwing for his office.
I do the unthinkable and pick up my phone. I text him "how are you?"
You know how I claim that I always make stupid decisions just after I do something. Well this is on of those moments because once again I realise how much of an idiot I am for texting him.
I mean who texts their boss asking them how they are. I slam my head against the wall.
"I swear Vi, you're an idiot."
A few seconds later I receive a reply from him. I so don't want to read it.
"I'm fine Violet, what about you?" He replies.
I stare into the phone. He actually replied. Maybe he is laughing on the other side of the phone.
Though somehow I still find myself replying back with "I'm good, thank you."
I hit send and place my phone by my bedside table. No no I should place it inside my bedside table. That way I won't text him back something stupid.
After I have a hot steaming shower, I step back into my room. I stare at my bedside table, so desperately wanting to get my phone to check and see if he replied. I just can't do it though.
I change into something comfortable and my willpower breaks because I head for my phone.
He has replied. "That's good to hear. Any reason as to why you're texting me?"
See, he does think I'm weird. I mean come on, I think I'm weird.
I should reply to that or else he will think I'm being strange.
"Just thought I'd check up on you. I saw your interview on TV, it was really good."
Damn! Seriously I need to stop that. Now he will think I'm some sort of stalker. Why did I have to mention the interview?
I hold the phone for a good ten minutes but no texts. Maybe he thinks I'm so weird and isn't texting now. Actually maybe he is busy, I mean he is a busy man. It makes sense. It must be that.
An hour later there is still no reply. I turn the TV on and watch a movie to pass the time.
My phone chimes. Excitement takes over and I rush over to my phone. "Glad you liked the interview. Is that why you texted or is there something else you'd like to say?"
How does he know what I want to say or not say. I start typing "I actually wanted to say that I'm sorry for everything that's happened."
When I hit send, it's eleven at night.
He replies immediately this time. "It's perfectly fine Violet, no need to apologise. You should go to sleep as its late, goodnight."
I look up at the clock again and this time it hits me that it is late. I send Sam a text saying goodnight and then I go into my bedroom.
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It's Just BusinessRomance
BOOK 1 OF THE 'It's Just Business' SERIES Sam Anderson, CEO of Anderson's Corporation is a tough, straightforward, serious man who only speaks the language of business. Violet is a bubbly, clumsy and shy girl who lands a job at Anderson's Corporatio...