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of my purse.
“Molly…its Drake. I’m so sorry. Please call me.” I hit delete and continued to the next message. “Molly, it’s me again. Listen, it’s not what you think. Please. Call me.” I rolled my eyes, deleted the message, and went to the next one again. “Molly, please, I know you are mad, but just hear me out. I went to meet up with some clients at a club, and some chick grabbed my phone when you called me. She answered it and ran with her girlfriends. I was in a booth with some other guys and couldn’t get to my phone fast enough to tell them to give it back. Please understand. I didn’t even know who she was. She was drunk, and I gave her hell once I was able to get my phone back. Please, Molly…call me…” my voicemail cut him off.
Part of me felt bad for ignoring him, but I was still pissed. I decided to call him back, but my phone rang before I could dial. Assuming it was Drake, I answered it. “Hello?”
“Molly? It’s Travis.” Oh shit…
“Travis? Hi,” I answered, confused as to why he was calling me so late.
“Sorry to call you so late, I just needed to hear your voice.”
“Oh. It’s okay.” No, it’s not. “Actually, Travis, I’m glad you called. I need to tell you that I can’t have dinner with you. In fact, I shouldn’t have given you my number in the first place. I’m sorry.”
“Oh…” he sounded disappointed.
“Sorry, it’s just that, I’m seeing someone right now, and it’s new, and I’d like to see where it goes,” I interrupted. I didn’t want him to feel rejected, he was a decent looking guy, but I just wasn’t interested.
“I understand, Molly. You have my number now, so if anything changes, feel free to call.” He hung up and I felt sad that I had hurt his feelings. I decided to call Drake and see if he would actually answer this time.
“Molly?” he said picking up my call.
“Yeah…hi,” I responded softly.
“I’m so glad you called. I’m so sorry, Molly. I was dying inside not hearing from you,” he said, sounding desperate and relieved at the same time.
“Sorry, Drake. I was pissed and didn’t listen to your messages until a few minutes ago. I shouldn’t have turned my phone off.”
“No, it’s all right, baby. I understand. I just wanted you to know that it wasn’t what it sounded like.”
“I know that now. Let’s not worry about it anymore.” I smiled, hoping he would sense my lightened mood.
“Sounds good. How was your day, baby?” he asked sincerely. I filled him in on what I had been up to since he left the day before. He told me he had been in meetings, doing various food and wine tastings for the restaurant, and was flying back tomorrow morning. We hung up and I finally went to bed… smiling.
C HAPTER SIX
“Who can tell me the magic ratio of oil to vinegar for perfecting salad dressing?” Mr. Cooper asked. A few hands flew up in front of me. “Yes? You there in the back.”
“The magic ratio of oil to vinegar is three to one,” a man’s voice from behind me answered.
“Excellent. Thank you…” Mr. Cooper urged on.
“Travis.” I swung around to see Travis standing there. Shit. What was he doing here? He smiled at me and nodded. I smiled back with big eyes, shocked to see him.
Today we were going to be learning how to make salad dressings from scratch. We divided into our groups when Mr. Cooper approached us.
“Travis is a new addition to the internship program. He’s going to be added to your group,” Mr. Cooper announced to us. I faked a smile at Mr. Cooper and Travis and hustled back to work.
“Are you stalking me?” I teased Travis. I accused Drake of the same thing, only I wanted him to be stalking me in a non-creepy way.
“Ha, no, actually I got into the program late. But fortunately, they still accepted me, and here I am—with you, apparently.” He smirked.
“Isn’t that convenient,” I mocked. “Well, let’s get started.”
The group and I worked for
“Molly…its Drake. I’m so sorry. Please call me.” I hit delete and continued to the next message. “Molly, it’s me again. Listen, it’s not what you think. Please. Call me.” I rolled my eyes, deleted the message, and went to the next one again. “Molly, please, I know you are mad, but just hear me out. I went to meet up with some clients at a club, and some chick grabbed my phone when you called me. She answered it and ran with her girlfriends. I was in a booth with some other guys and couldn’t get to my phone fast enough to tell them to give it back. Please understand. I didn’t even know who she was. She was drunk, and I gave her hell once I was able to get my phone back. Please, Molly…call me…” my voicemail cut him off.
Part of me felt bad for ignoring him, but I was still pissed. I decided to call him back, but my phone rang before I could dial. Assuming it was Drake, I answered it. “Hello?”
“Molly? It’s Travis.” Oh shit…
“Travis? Hi,” I answered, confused as to why he was calling me so late.
“Sorry to call you so late, I just needed to hear your voice.”
“Oh. It’s okay.” No, it’s not. “Actually, Travis, I’m glad you called. I need to tell you that I can’t have dinner with you. In fact, I shouldn’t have given you my number in the first place. I’m sorry.”
“Oh…” he sounded disappointed.
“Sorry, it’s just that, I’m seeing someone right now, and it’s new, and I’d like to see where it goes,” I interrupted. I didn’t want him to feel rejected, he was a decent looking guy, but I just wasn’t interested.
“I understand, Molly. You have my number now, so if anything changes, feel free to call.” He hung up and I felt sad that I had hurt his feelings. I decided to call Drake and see if he would actually answer this time.
“Molly?” he said picking up my call.
“Yeah…hi,” I responded softly.
“I’m so glad you called. I’m so sorry, Molly. I was dying inside not hearing from you,” he said, sounding desperate and relieved at the same time.
“Sorry, Drake. I was pissed and didn’t listen to your messages until a few minutes ago. I shouldn’t have turned my phone off.”
“No, it’s all right, baby. I understand. I just wanted you to know that it wasn’t what it sounded like.”
“I know that now. Let’s not worry about it anymore.” I smiled, hoping he would sense my lightened mood.
“Sounds good. How was your day, baby?” he asked sincerely. I filled him in on what I had been up to since he left the day before. He told me he had been in meetings, doing various food and wine tastings for the restaurant, and was flying back tomorrow morning. We hung up and I finally went to bed… smiling.
C HAPTER SIX
“Who can tell me the magic ratio of oil to vinegar for perfecting salad dressing?” Mr. Cooper asked. A few hands flew up in front of me. “Yes? You there in the back.”
“The magic ratio of oil to vinegar is three to one,” a man’s voice from behind me answered.
“Excellent. Thank you…” Mr. Cooper urged on.
“Travis.” I swung around to see Travis standing there. Shit. What was he doing here? He smiled at me and nodded. I smiled back with big eyes, shocked to see him.
Today we were going to be learning how to make salad dressings from scratch. We divided into our groups when Mr. Cooper approached us.
“Travis is a new addition to the internship program. He’s going to be added to your group,” Mr. Cooper announced to us. I faked a smile at Mr. Cooper and Travis and hustled back to work.
“Are you stalking me?” I teased Travis. I accused Drake of the same thing, only I wanted him to be stalking me in a non-creepy way.
“Ha, no, actually I got into the program late. But fortunately, they still accepted me, and here I am—with you, apparently.” He smirked.
“Isn’t that convenient,” I mocked. “Well, let’s get started.”
The group and I worked for
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