A Second Chance At Love

CHAPTER THREE

MAYA

“Maya? Did you hear my question?” Mr. Miguel asked me, snapping his fingers to bring me back to reality.

“What do I tell him now? Is it bad to go on a date with one’s boss??” I asked myself.

“Sure thing, no problem sir,” I blurted out without thinking.

Mr Miguel started to smile after I had told him yes. He brought out a blank paper and a pen and handed them over to me.

“Just write your address down here and I’ll come and pick you by 9 pm sharp,”

I wrote down my address and handed the pen and paper back to him. “How about you have the rest of the day off so you won’t be too tired on the date,” he said to me.

“Sir, with all honesty, won’t that sound a bit partial since the rest of the staff would remain in the office while I go home,”

“You have a point. Hold on a second,” he said as he picked up his office telephone and started to call someone. “Hello Jessica, pass a message to all your colleagues to have the rest of the day off,” he said then ended the call.

“So that’s settled now. I will see you by 9,” he said then looked back at his desk to continue signing whatever documents had been there.

I walked out of his office shocked by what had just happened. Did I just agree to go on a date with my new Boss?

Everything felt so unreal as I thought about it on my way home. I decided to give it a shot and see where this date would lead me to.

“Whitney, I’m home,” I said out loud so Whitney could hear me from wherever she was.

“Maya, you’re back,” she said as if she was surprised.

“Yeah, my boss gave me the day off because he wants to take me on a date apparently,” I said as I fell on the couch and kicked my heels off.

Whitney ran to the living room and sat beside me to understand what I was saying. “Your boss asked you on a date?? Holy shitttt,” she said as she grabbed me by the elbow and started shaking me for more details.

“That’s not all. It turns out that my boss was the man I saved those weeks ago,”

“Girl, your life is a movie. Is he taking you on a date because you saved him?”

“You know what? I don’t even know if that's the reason because I doubt he—,” I paused as my statement was interrupted by a loud knock on the door.

“Who is it?” Whitney asked while standing up to go open the door.

“It’s a delivery,” the strange voice said out loud from the other side of the door.

Whitney turned to look back at me, “Did you order anything? Cause I didn’t.”

I raised my two hands up and nodded my head signaling that I didn’t order anything.

Whitney stretched her hand towards the door and turned the door knob of our off white colored door. “Delivery for Miss Maya Ortega,” the delivery man said as he stretched a pink fancy carrier bag to Whitney and went back to his bike.

“I thought you said you didn’t order anything,” Whitney said, walking back to me to hand me the bag.

I took the bag from her and the only description fit for the bag was elegance. The order was a dress from one of the most expensive boutiques in New York, Estilizada by Manie.

“No way girl, you just got an order from Manie’s” Whitney squealed out loud as she jumped out of excitement. “Open it, what are you waiting for Maya?”

“Fine, I’ll open it,” I said as I removed the papers in the bag. I first saw a note on top of the dress so I lifted it up to read. It was a handwritten note that read:

“A perfect dress for a perfect lady- Miguel,”

“Ouuu, he even wrote a handwritten note for you,” Whitney squealed again and grabbed my arm tightly, shaking it out of excitement. “What are you waiting for? Open the dress!”

As I delicately lifted the dress from the bag, the pink fabric sparkled under the soft light of our bulb, catching the eye with its detailed beading and flawless shine. Whitney and I couldn't help but admire the superb craftsmanship and luxurious feel of the garment.

“Now this is luxury,” Whitney said as she grabbed the dress from me and raised it up to admire it. “Girl you have to look your best tonight.”

Whitney was right, I had to look my best. Mr Miguel was a very handsome man and I’m sure he also caught so many women’s attention. I couldn’t even lie to myself. From the way I smiled it showed how excited I was about the date.

I felt this connection with Miguel right from the day I saw him at the accident scene, so it felt good to have an opportunity to see where things will lead to.

Hours passed and 9pm came as a breeze and the doorbell rang. My heart began racing as I smoothed out my dress. A rush of anticipation flooded in me as I walked towards the door. The gentle smile that curved on my lips reflected the nervous excitement that fluttered within me.

As the door creaked open, there he stood, looking effortlessly dashing as usual in his jet black suit. The corners of his eyes crinkled with genuine joy as our gazes met, and I could almost taste the promise of a memorable evening ahead.

“Evening Mr. Miguel,” I said with an unintended curtsy.

“No, please. Call me Miguel,” He said while giving me a warm gentle smile.

“Alright Miguel,” I chuckled shyly.

“Okay then, shall we go now?” He asked, stretching his hand forward to hold mine.

With a steadying breath, I locked his hand with mine and stepped out, leaving the cozy cocoon of my apartment behind, ready to embrace the enchanting night he had in store for us.