The Boss (A Michael Jackson FanFiction)

The Boss..6..

"I took the liberty of ordering you some waffles, Tam." Eric smiles as I slide into the booth and sit across from him. "I knew it would be your choice."

I place my handbag beside me, smiling. "You've been paying attention to my breakfast orders since I was a little girl, huh?"

"There was nothing else worth paying attention to." Eric replies, smoothly, as he scoots a glass of orange juice to me. "Though your father would have killed me if I had admitted that. He wanted my mind on building and contracting, not you."

"Speaking of that, how goes the contracting business, Eric?" I smile as the waitress places a plate of waffles before me. "Still looking for office spaces?"

"I actually found a space." Eric answers as he grabs a piece of bacon.

"Oh, really?" I ask, buttering my waffles. "Where?"

"I'd rather show you than tell you, Tamera."

"Well, I'm free all day. I have time." I roll my eyes, resentfully, as I pour syrup over my waffles. "All the damn time in the world with a damn degree."

"Still no jobs in your sector?" Eric asks, forking a piece of his pancakes.

"None whatsoever, Eric. At this point, I'll take just about anything to get out of my mother's house and keep my BMW."

"Are you having money problems, Tam? Because if you are, I can--"

"No, Eric, I could never--"

"Well, when "never" comes, Tamera, think of me," Eric interrupts as his smile reaches his sweet eyes. "I'm more than willing to help you out. You know this."

"Yes, I do." I sigh, looking at my plate.

I can still feeling his stare.

"Anything you need, I got you, Tam. I always will."

"I know, Eric." I smile as he reaches across the table and rubs the top of my hand.

I stare at his hand on top of mine and smile, softly, before pulling away to eat my waffles.

It's no secret to the world, or to me, that Eric has a little thing for me.

Honestly, if I were any other warm-blooded woman, I would have a thing for him too.

He is a catch.

Eric Southern is very handsome. He's tall, blonde, slender, but built like a boulder, with piercing blue eyes, and his soul is as beautiful as his exterior.

I met Eric when I was about eight years old and he was nine. When his father went into business with my father at Stewart Contracting. Stewart Contracting is the contracting company my father owns and built from the ground.

Eric and I happened to meet, because one day I had the flu and my father had to bring me to work with him. My mother had a book seminar to attend so she couldn't stay home with me.

Anyways, while my father worked from his desk, I sat bored, because I didn't want to be there. I was annoyed, bored, and running a fever, but things turned when Jeffrey Southern, Eric's father, walked into my father's office with this scraggly little blonde boy.

When I saw the little boy, I didn't think much of him, but I did notice he wouldn't stop staring at me.

After noticing the little boy staring at me, my father suggested he, who turned out to be Eric, stay with me to keep me company, while he and Jeffrey did some work outside. Eric quickly accepted my father's offer, then the two men left.