His Unsuspecting Eternal Love

Chapter 1: The Meeting

It’s Monday; yup another Monday and here I am in my office trying to get my list going for the week of whom I am to meet up with for finalizing their ads, and whom I am to meet up with to hopefully get new leads for more sales. The problem is I can’t seem to get my focus going ….. like seriously it seems to be a real issue today. Coffee, that’s a must at the moment. Maybe I’ll nip over to St*r Bucks on the way to meet my first client. That sounds heavenly right about now. Yup, it’s decided. I grab my bag and pro-folio and make my way out the door. As I’m passing by the boss’s office he pulls me in.

“What’s up David?” I ask. “I have a last-minute client asking to put an ad in the paper and he asked for you specifically” David states. “Me?” I ask; “yes, you” he states. “K…..um, when and where?” Is my next question. “In an hour at the local diner” says the boss man. At least I get coffee and my first client is my thought. K, so some mystery guy is asking for me to place an ad cause David literally gave me no other information other then I’m meeting a Mr. Cozadini. Great, just great…..it’s shaping up to be a brilliant Monday. Why is my intuition screaming at me? Am I walking in on something life changing? Is this Mr. Cozadini an axe murder? Uh, my thoughts are now going haywire. So, let’s start with some good ol’ coffee to get me presentable.

I got my coffee and met with my first client. I am about 10 minutes late to my meeting with Mr. Mysterious due to Ms. Lane being overly chatty – thank you miss old bitty for talking up those grand kids. I have texted Mr. Mysterious to let him know I’m running late. After parking and making sure the wind didn’t blow my hair to Kansas, I walk in to ask the hostess where my next client is seated. Of all things, he’s in a private room. I didn’t even know this little dinner had a private room. I thought that was only for fancy places, like New York City or LA, not the middle of nowhere Wyoming. I open the door to the private room and there he is. Oh Mylanta…. He is heart stopping gorgeous. Breath Aine, deep breaths. Cause we all know he’s not for you nor will he EVER be into you. But, oh wet dreams tonight, here I come.

“Hello, Mr. Cozadini?” I ask. “Hello Ms. Mezyk; nice to meet you, finally” he says. “Finally?” I question. “Yes, finally, but we’ll get to that later. Much later” Mr. Cozadini states. Weird…. So, Mr. Mysterious is weird, handsome, but cryptic. Great, well, let’s just hope this meeting goes quick and smooth so I can get out of here. “Please call me Xander” he says. “We’ll, then please call me Aine” I respond. “Beautiful, just beautiful” Xander comments. “Thank you, I really like my name too” I say. “Oh, luv” he states, “I was talking about you.” “Um….” I’m speechless; my mouth just keeps opening and closing like a fish. He chuckles, his voice and laugh are deep, soothing and a bit musical. I could listen to him talk all night, and I’d be a happy woman. “Shall we get to know one another?” Xander asks. “Get to know one another? Am I not just here to help you place an ad? I should get to know what it is you are looking for, to know how you want it phrased, placement, and layout. There’s no reason to ‘get to know me’” I explain. Again, he just chuckles. Like he knows something I don’t. And, again, my intuition is going off like alarm bells. I suddenly get the inkling that I am the prey and he the predator.

“Yes Piccola, get to know one another. I like to know my partner throughly” says Xander. “That’s a heck of a question for a business partner," I state; “And, may I ask why the term of endearment? I am just a sales rep, not any type of ‘partner’.” “Oh, but you are my partner, in more ways than one. Let’s just say you’re my mate” Xander has some way of speaking, I think. He’s full of it. “Mate? As in friend? Um,K….. So, I don’t even know you and you consider me a friend already. Weird, are you that lonely Xander?” I ask. “Bambina, that’s not my meaning, but we’ll go with your meaning for now.” Say Xander. “Ok, I think this meeting is done. I’ll recommend another sales agent Mr. Cozadini. I’m just gonna high tale it out of here.” I say, “Bye now.” And I all but run. That was the freakiest shiitake mushrooms of a situation I’ve ever encountered. I drop my keys in my haste to unlock my truck; I finally get my door opened and am seated. I am about to close my truck door when a slender, yet capable hand blocks me. Xander is standing there, holding my truck door open and staring at me with mixed emotions. I see anger (probably because I ran out like a freak on fire), sadness and fear? I so must be seeing things. I shake my head to clear my thoughts and ask; “Can I help you?” “Yes” Xander says, “have dinner with me.” “Excuse me?” I ask. I’m flabbergasted he just asked me to dinner. Didn’t I just run out like my ass was on fire? Did he not take the hint of I’m gone? “Dinner?” I ask. “Yes, dinner. As in you and me, having a meal at night” he says. “I know what dinner is” I dead pan, “but why? Did you not get my hint with me leaving?” “I’m persistent” Xander says. “So I see, but that does not answer the question of why? If my question was not straight forward then let me phrase it this way….. Why do you want to have dinner with me?” I ask. “Bambina” Xander says with a soft, charming way, “you are mine. It’s simple really” “Let me state my answer so there’s no room for error, No.” I say simply. With that I slam my truck door and leave to go home. I called my boss on the way claiming to be sick. I just can’t deal with it right now.