She distracts me

Down to business

Lacy McDaniels

She arrived early at Papa’s and it dawned on her that she had no idea what Mr. Caldwell looked like. Being curious she sat in her car and searched his name on f*******:. She laughed at herself. 

How the hell would she know which was him? So she ended up using a web search for “Paul Caldwell sports manager” and was flooded with results. 

She clicked on a few, reading up on his back story, his schooling and history, before she went back to the browser search and tapped on “images”. She raised an appreciative eyebrow. 

He wasn’t Adonis material like his employer but he certainly was dashingly handsome. He had smiling eyes and sandy blonde beach hair. He wore a huge grin in some of his pictures. 

“AHHHHH!!!!” She squealed at the sharp knock on her window, gasping as her phone dropped to the floor of her SUV. 

She felt her cheeks flush crimson immediately as she pushed the button to lower her window, only to find the same cheshire grin she had been viewing on her phone peering into her window. 

“Well good morning to you too Miss McDaniels. Interesting research this morning?”

“Oh my god..” she flushed even more. How did he? Where did he come from? My god… Lacy mentally chided herself, blushing profusely. “I am so sorry. I just got here early and it dawned on me that I didn’t know what you look like or how to find you.” She quickly exited her car, raising the window. 

She flung her sunglasses off and onto the dash, leaning into the vehicle giving Mr. Caldwell a very open view of her from the backside. 

Her long shapely legs allowing her to reach over to the passenger seat, her hair falling in waves down her back as the sundress blew around her. 

The wind slowly raising the hem of the dress as she bent to the floorboards to retrieve her phone. 

Paul grinned watching the whole thing. As she turned to face him, she caught his grin and raised an eyebrow and then blushed some more. 

“More humor at my expense Mr. Caldwell? I’m almost afraid I will be found too incompetent for this position before I even get the pleasure of hearing the details.” Lacy mused, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as they walked inside together. 

“Not at all. In fact, it all just makes you more real. Authenticity is important to Mr. Suarez, along with confidentiality among other things. Pick us a quiet table, Coffee is on me.”

“Thank you, uh, surprise me? Nothing too sweet though.” Lacy glanced about, selecting a table by the window in a quieter corner away from the bustling doorway. 

Paul returned moments later with two cups in hand. Sliding one across the table she raised an eyebrow questioningly. He just shrugged playfully with a big grin. So that’s how it was, huh? He wasn’t even going to tell her. 

Tentatively she lifted the mug to her lips, taking a sip of the slightly sweet froth only to be surprised at the robust espresso taste. She licked the foam from her top lip and smiled approvingly. “This is delicious, thank you.” 

Paul beamed under her praise, and especially enjoyed watching her take that sip. “No problem, glad you like it. It’s a secret recipe, can’t tell you unless you take the job.” 

Lacy almost choked on her next sip, laughing softly. “Oh really? Bribery before you even give me the deets, eh?” She chuckled as he started laughing, giving that playboy shrug of his again. 

Paul ran a hand through his sandy blonde hair, leaned back in his seat and pulled out a folio of papers.

 “Well, if the lady insists, let’s get down to business then, shall we?”