16. Sinful Book 1

I snuck into my office as soon as I got to the building and I could swear Frank saw me, but for some reason, he didn't say anything to me about my lateness; maybe he was starting to see that I had other issues to deal with, like Antonio.

"I thought he was going to flip" Melissa said, dropping a cup of coffee on my desk. Melissa was the sweetest soul to ever walk the earth; the way she could tell that I hadn't had breakfast yet, was beyond me, and I didn't even have to tell her, she just knew.

I grabbed the cup immediately, sipping slowly on the hot goodness.

"You and me both Melissa, you and me both"

"I think it's because we don't have much work today, when I came in, I saw your desk arranged so I knew you stayed overtime" she commented and I nodded. I would've actually finished all the work, but thanks to a certain someone, it became impossible.

For the rest of the morning, Melissa and I did nothing but talk about random things in the office because we didn't have work; at some point, I felt like going home because there was no need for me to be in the office at that time.

Finally, it was lunch time; my plan for lunch was to go out and not return to the office. I knew so many ways I could be productive and it didn't involve sitting around in the office doing nothing.

Almost immediately, my phone rang; it was Noah calling. Holy cow! I had forgotten that I was supposed to call Noah back. I forgot.

"Hey, I'm sorry I didn't call back, I was late to work" I told him immediately I picked up the call.

"Yeah, I thought as much. Did you get in trouble?" He asked and I shook my head, forgetting he couldn't see me, again!

"Uh no, I didn't, surprisingly" I told him and he laughed.

"Do you have plans for lunch?" He asked

"Not really, I was going to get a take out and go home; I'm done for the day" I told him

"Lets meet up for lunch then?" He asked and I said "okay" then hung up.

I put my phone, charger, and other stuff into my bag and made my way out of my office. When I got to the lobby, Mr. Frank was there, talking to Anabeth; I shook my head and passed by them, quickly; I didn't want him thinking I was butting into their business.

"Going out for lunch?" Mr. Frank's voice stopped me. I turned to him with my eyes wide open; since when did my movements matter to him?

"Uh, Yeah" I smile awkwardly. AnaBeth was staring daggers at me, too bad she couldn't do anything to me.

"Enjoy your meal, Sewa" he smiled sweetly at me. As usual, he pronounced my name wrongly, but, was I in some kind of trouble? I mean I know that I arrived work late, but was this some kind of warning for a punishment I'd get? I nodded my head, walking as fast as I could, out of the building.

Mr. Frank was a very good looking man, his face showed how much he had aged, but he still looked good; better than most of the men working in the company. He had a bad divorce, and thankfully he made his wife sign a prenup so she couldn't get a dime from him. He had a heart of gold, but he could be crazy when provoked; that's why his smile doesn't sit well with me. It felt like I was going to get a silent punishment; he was going to torture me then fire me. I shook my head and got a cab to take me to the restaurant Noah and I were to meet at.

"Over here" Noah mouthed, with his hands in the air, waving to me; I smiled and walked over to him. Noah a really good looking man; his suits always fit like it was tailored on his body, making him look like he just stepped out of a magazine.

"Hey, how long have you been waiting?" I asked him; he smiled at me and shook his head.

"I just got here" I could swear he was lying, but I overlooked it. He didn't want me to feel bad for wasting his time. Do I even deserve Noah?

"Okay, did you order?" I asked him; I was extremely hungry, having left Antonio's house without eating.

"No" he answered simply.

"How's your morning?" He asked me and I swallowed hard. I wasn't dating Noah, and I know I didn't do anything bad, but I couldn't help but feel like my boyfriend was about to scold me for something; it was almost like Noah knew that I didn't sleep at home, or maybe I was just being paranoid; not the question is, why was I feeling that way? Why did I feel like I owed Noah some type of explanation?

"Boring, I worked overnight so I didn't have anything to do in the office. Now that I think about it, maybe it's the reason my boss didn't fire me or give me a lateness strike or something" I told him and he laughed lightly.

"What about you? How was your morning, and why didn't you call me so early?" I asked him. He smiled.

"Well, unlike you, I had a lot of work to do, and I have a lot of work after this" he said, looking around. He caught the attention of a waiter and we placed our orders of pasta.

"I called you in the morning to ask you out for lunch before time" he said and I nodded.it was sweet of him, and I wished I could've been in a better mood to talk to him at the time.

"Oh okay, I thought something happened" I told him, placing my hand on my chest, in turn, talking Noah's attention to my shirt, well, Antonio's shirt.

"Nice shirt" he commented, I gave him a tight smile. He knew it wasn't mine; I could swear he knew, because I saw the hurt flash through his eyes for a second.

"I had a wardrobe malfunction" I tried to cover it up.

"You don't have to explain, we've all had those days" he said, and I nodded my head, looking away from him. The air around us was becoming awkward, I was starting to regret ever placing my hand on my chest, thankfully, our food came in; I dug in immediately, I didn't want to say something I'd regret saying also.