15 Days with You

Day 2

DAY TWO

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The annoying sound of my alarm jarred me from my sleep the next day. My body felt so weak and I felt no motivation at all to go to work.

I know! I’m going to call in sick for work. Yup. I'm going to do just that.

But then, stupid, annoying Cassidy will know and will probably bug me for the whole day. Better not.

Speaking of Cassidy, I haven't seen her at all since our “first day” together. She's probably busy with work.

I still cant believe I admittedly enjoyed that kiss. I hope she stays busy with work the whole two weeks we're supposed to date.

But that's just me wishing for the impossible.

I dragged my body from the bed and took a shower. Then I got dressed in my usual blouse plus skirt attire. Because I was not feeling especially ravenous, I ate my breakfast just consisting of a chocolate chip cookie and coffee.

After I brushed my teeth, I looked at the time.

7:45 a.m. Great! If Cassidy doesn't show up, I might just be able to make it in time for work!

I took a long glance around the house hoping I didn't forget anything, then stepped out of the door aaaaaand into Cassidy's arms. What the f**k?

"Good morning buttercup. It's a beautiful day isn't it?" then she gave my cheeks a kiss.

"Cassidy Williams!" I gasped, “Did you just kiss me on my cheeks?”

“I sure did.”

“You just violated the contract! Police, police!” I yelled, trying to get the attention of someone-- anyone.

I felt a hand clamp daintily on my mouth and a soft, melodic laughter in my left ear as Cassidy leaned in.

“Did you not read the contract, muffin? I get one kiss on the lips every day. Done. But it doesn’t include kisses on other parts of your body…”

Cassidy pulled away slightly, not finishing her sentence but leaving it on a highly suggestive note based on the smirk on her face and the mischievous glint on her eyes.

My eyes widened in realization.

What have I done?

As a way to kind of redeem myself, I usually turn to hostility. So I pushed Cassidy’s hand away from my mouth and glared at her.

"What are you doing here anyways?"

"I'm here to pick my girlfriend up for work. She's a small thing, about 5'2, and walks around with a permanent scowl on her face. Did you happen to see her around here?"

I rolled my eyes at her and walked towards my car at the garage, ignoring the fact that if it was a man who said that to me, I would be swooning.

"You are despicable."

"Hey, didn't you just hear me? I'm going to pick you up and ride in my beautiful Ferrari Portofino."

Then, she pointed at her car.

I am not particularly interested in cars. Even during my teenage years, owning a car was not on top of my priorities. But I can appreciate the aesthetic of Cassidy’s candy apple red Ferrari. It is sexy. And I’m sure it cost more than my apartment.

"Is that brand new?"

I always see her driving a blue Lamborghini around.

She grinned. "Of course. I can't have you sitting in an out of style Adventador."

I rolled my eyes. I'm sure I'm going to develop some abnormality soon if I don't stop doing it.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer my own ride."

It may not be some expensive sports car, but hey; my Kia is my baby. I bought it when I graduated college because I needed to go literally everywhere and look for jobs. Good thing I got accepted to my current company, Williams Inc. almost immediately.

"Pumpkin, can't you just let me do this? Just for fourteen more days."

Then, she pouted and gave me the puppy dog eyes.

"Stop it. You look hideous." Well, not really. Straight, gay, or anything in between, anyone will admit that Cassidy is a gorgeous woman. Almost like Gal Gadot, but with red hair and a dash of freckles.

I raised my eyebrow and looked at her. She had her auburn hair down and she's wearing casual jeans, plain long-sleeved white top, and wedged espadrilles. Just a slight touch of make up grazed her face. She’s dressed casually, far from the tight slacks and blazers she normally wore to work.

I hate to admit this, but she looked good.

I wonder if she has a personal stylist. She sure can afford it.

"See something you like?" she grinned and wiggled her eyebrows.

"Aren't you going to go to work?" I asked back, ignoring her question.

"Oh, not really. But let me drop you off the office first," she smiled innocently, but I can still see a hint of mischievousness in those eyes.

"Reaaaaaally?" I crossed my arms on  my chest.

She didn't wait for my reply and just dragged me towards her parked car on the street.

"Cassidy, let go of me!" I pulled and struggled to free myself from her steely grip but she was too strong.

Such a clichè line.

"Get in."

We stopped by her car and she opened the door on the passenger side.

I pouted and stubbornly refused.

"This is technically kidnapping, you jerk!"

Her face became dark and I swallowed a lump in my throat when I saw that she was slowly walking towards me and effectively pressing me against the car.

"What-... What are you going to do?"

She didn't reply and put both of her hands on my waist firmly. She pulled me to her, and our lower extremities pressed together while I put both of my hands on her chest to stop her from leaning in closer. I turned away and looked for someone-- anyone, who could help me with this kiss-stealing maniac.

"Do I make you nervous, sweetheart?"

I could smell and feel her sweet breath on my cheek.

"Go away. I hate you."

"Oh, but we signed a contract, remember?" she asked in this playful tone. Slowly, I felt her lips on my cheek, trailing down on my jaw and into my neck.

I shivered.

"See? You're starting to like my kisses," she whispered.

I gathered all my remaining will and pushed her away. Huffing, I went inside her car which actually smelled nice. I could hear her laughing as she circled the car and into the driver's seat.

It irritated me.

"What's so funny?"

She grinned and started the car. "Nothing."

I felt the car purr to life and we were finally on our way to the office.

Or so I thought.

The buildings we passed were familiar alright, but we weren't going anywhere near the office.

"Where are we?"

I glanced at her to see her silently smiling to herself. This has trouble written all over it.

"Oh, you know. Just to some place."

"Cassidy!"

She laughed and played some music. Sam Smith's voice filled the car. "Chill. We're going to get something to eat. I'm starving."

"I'm going to be late for work!" I argued.

"Who's going to fire you? I'm the boss remember?" she glanced at me and grinned. "And besides, you're on vacation."

I'm on what?

"Say that again?" I'm not quite sure I heard that right.

"You're on vacation. A paid vacation, of course."

We stopped at a red light. I took that opportunity to reach across the passenger seat and hit her arms again and again.

"You jerk! I didn't even file for a vacation!” If she had me on vacation, then I would have to spend most of my week with her. And that is NOT something that I would want.

“What am I supposed to do now?" I muttered out loud.

She laughed, hearing my words. "Be with me of course."

I huffed and sulked in my seat. This is why I do not like Cassidy. She can be manipulative and she’s totally taking advantage of the fact that she is my boss.

Why did I not report this to HR?

We arrived at a small but cozy pancake house and sat by the window. She sat confidently across me while a busty waitress immediately approached us and gave us menus. 'Holly' was written in her name tag.

"So ladies, while I wait for your order, may I know your drinks?"

She smiled politely. I tried to really concentrate on other things, like the menu, but her breasts were just so big. I couldn't help but discreetly look down on my own and feel a little envious.

"Honey," Cassidy called for my attention.

My face flushed as I was caught. "Uhm, I'll have coffee please."

Holly smiled and left while Cassidy tried to control her laugh.

I glared at her.

"Say something and I'll seriously slap you," she smirked.

"I still like yours even if it's pretty much non-existent."

That's it.

"You b***h," I reached over and slapped her forearms and hands and everything that I could hit.

"My boo-... breasts are not non-existent!" She just laughed and covered up.

"Babe, chill," she giggled. "What did I say?"

Realizing that the patrons of the small diner were looking at us, I sat down and composed myself while Cassidy's face was red from laughing so much. Holly then returned and asked for our orders.

Noticing that my companion was unfit to order anything at the moment, Holly turned to me.

"I'll have your blueberry pancakes, triple chocolate mousse cake and a slice of your special apple pie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream."

Cassidy finally stopped giggling and her eyes widened in shock. The waitress turned to her and asked for her order.

"I'll uhm... just have your chocolate chip pancakes."

"Will that be all?" Holly asked.

Cassidy turned to me, as if asking if I want more. I glared at her and told Holly yes.

After Holly left, I found Cassidy smiling to herself.

"What?" I snapped at her.

She faced me and smiled, clearly amused. "Damn girl. I thought I was the one starving. With an appetite like that, how do you manage to keep your body so fine?"

"I work out," I simply replied.

"Ooooh," she leaned in and whispered in my ear. "How would you like to... 'work out' with me?"

"No," I pushed her back into her seat. "thank you."

She shook her head and laughed softly.

"Oh cupcake, you are so adorable."

I frowned. "I have a name, you know. It's Sandra."

"Yeah," she shrugged. "Whatever, cream puff."

Ugh!

This woman is so frustrating!

The food arrived and I ignored her completely, concentrating on the delicious food before me. The blueberry pancakes were heavenly. The mousse was just perfect, and the pie was divine. By the end of our meal, I was leaning back on my chair, a hand on my tummy, and a satisfied smile on my face.

"Sweetie, we have to go," Cassidy pulled on my hand. I remained stubbornly seated, still dreaming of the sweet, tangy apple pie drenched in ice cream.

"Nooooooooo..."

She chuckled.

"I thought you wanted to work?"

At the mention of work, I immediately stood up. "You're taking me to work?"

She smiled. "Well, yeah. You wanted to work, right?"

Of course! More time away from her!

"Yes!"

She pulled on my hand and led me towards her car.

"Oh, by the way," she said, opening the car and reaching for something. She pulled out another bouquet of flowers and handed them to me. "These are for you."

"Flowers. Why am I not so surprised?"

She smiled and assisted me in getting inside her car. I can appreciate the chivalry. My previous boyfriends did open doors for me, but it was always because either I waited for them to get the hint as I stood by the door, or it was because they were hoping that by being a gentleman, they’d get something from me later in the evening. But with Cassidy, she did it so naturally and without the promise of anything.

But of course, she is still possibly a psychopath with an obsession with me.

Cassidy got inside and started the car.

"Do you own a flower shop or something?" I asked, curious at the seemingly magical way Cassidy produces flowers for me. When she started giving me flowers, I used it to decorate my apartment. But now it’s just too much so I send some to my mom and a few to my neighbors.

"No. But my friend does. She makes sure I get the freshest in the bunch,” she explained.

I smelled the roses.

Well, they were pleasant.

When we got to my workplace, our supervisor immediately called me to his office. I glared at Cassidy and mouthed 'this is your fault'. She just laughed and told me to not worry.

"Miss Harrison," Mr. Greene said. "Are you aware that you are on vacation?"

"Uhhhh... Yes sir. But I didn't file for a vacation leave, sir. I don't think that it's valid."

He sighed and motioned me to sit down on the chair in front of his desk.

"Miss Harrison, Miss Williams told me that as of yesterday, you are working directly under her. And because she is our boss and she says you are on a vacation, you are on a vacation."

I internally groaned from the innuendo that was casually thrown in. He will never get it.

"But sir, if I go on a vacation, the workload will pile up and with the traffic that we’re receiving with the orders, it is going to impact the third quarter stats."

"I am very aware of that. But if you want to work that bad, you have to deal with Miss Williams yourself."

I spotted the phone across the room.

"Can I use your telephone to call her?"

"Suit yourself."

I stood up and went to the telephone to dial Cassidy's office. Daisy's voice greeted me a second later.

"Williams Inc. Cassidy Williams’s office. This is Daisy speaking. How may I help you today?"

"Hey Daisy, this is Sandra. Can I speak to Cass- uhm... Miss Williams?"

"Oh sure, I'll connect you to her. Hang on a second."

After a few seconds, I heard Cassidy's irritating voice again.

"Hello, my little candy bear. What's up?"

I really wanted to yell at her right now, but since my supervisor was watching me, I held back.

"Miss Williams. I don't know why you felt inclined to put me on a vacation, but may I please work again?" I said in a very, very mild tone of voice.

"Ooooh. I like you talking like that," she teased, clearly amused. "Can you say that again?"

I exhaled quite loudly, calming myself. "Miss Williams, may I work again?"

"Sure butterscotch. I'll email Mr. Fatty there to let you work again. But," her voice turned mischievous and playful. "If I ever need you for any reasons, like for example, a date, then I will take you anytime, okay?"

I gritted my teeth.

"Fine, Miss Williams. Thank you."

"No problem cupcake. See you after work."

I didn't even say goodbye. I hung up on her.

"Miss Williams has agreed to let me work again, sir. A memo would be arriving shortly to you." I told him while he just shook his head.

"I don't get it. You got a chance to have a paid vacation. If I were you, I'd enjoy every second of it."

I smiled and bid him goodbye.

Oh, trust me. If I accepted that vacation, I wouldn't enjoy it. Nope. I would never enjoy the company of one Cassidy Williams.

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"So how was your day, Coo coo bear?"

I snapped my head to her direction.

"Sandra! My name is Sandra for god's sake!" Curse this woman sitting beside me.

She laughed and parked into my driveway. "Whatever lamb chops. And sorry I couldn't take you out to dinner tonight. I have so much work."

Nah, it's okay. I prefer it, actually.

"Oh, yeah. Not a problem."

"Stay here for a second," I watched as she got out of the car to open the door for me.

"Thank you," I said simply.

"No problem, peanut."

I was about to walk inside the gate when I felt myself being jerked back.

"So, no good night kiss?" she said, her eyes sparkling.

I rolled my eyes.

"No," I replied, but I didn’t even convince myself, I knew I had to give her another kiss.

Just the thought of kissing her, however, brought a weird feeling to my gut.

She slowly pinned me against her car and leaned closer. "Too bad, because I'm going to kiss you senseless anyways."

And without another word, her lips captured mine. Again.

Well, there goes our second kiss. Against her car and practically in the middle of the road.

Two down, thirteen more to go.

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