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It was 9 in the evening and Anna had been sitting at the bar for over an hour now. She picked up her phone and glanced at her screen. No new messages. She calmly placed the phone back on the bar and took a sip of her beer. It had grown warm and flat; it tasted disgusting. She took a look around her and was reminded exactly why she disliked this place so much. Like most bars on a Friday night, it was packed with twenty-something year old predatory guys whose sole purpose was to hunt down young women and lure them into probably very disappointing sex then never contact them again. She had previously tried her luck with some of those guys in hopes that she would find more to them than their shallow behavior but, as she suspected, it turned out disastrous. Sitting at that bar and being surrounded by them was a nightmare to her and she grew more uncomfortable by the second. It got worse when they started trying to approach her after noticing she’s been sitting alone for quite some time. Perhaps they thought that if she was there all by herself then she must be looking for some company.
She could not decide what made her more frustrated, the fact that she really hated this bar but agreed to meet here because Jessica wanted to, or the fact that she was late and didn’t even bother letting her know why.
As if Jessica had instantly read her mind, Anna received a text message from her tardy roommate right at that second. So so sooo sorry I’m late, Annie! Fucking meeting won’t end and I’m stuck here until it does which won’t be before like two hours! Don’t hate me? 🙁 x
Anna smiled at the text message and thought this would be her golden opportunity to leave this terrible place and finally go home. It had been a long day at work and she was pretty exhausted. She got off work so late, in fact, that she did not even have time to go back home and change out of her work attire. Unfortunately for her, her clothing choices for that day were particularly uncomfortable. Anna worked at a big law firm in the heart of Manhattan. Given the nature of her workplace, she was always required to dress elegantly, although she was merely an administrative assistant. That day she had chosen to wear a sleeveless, knee-length, snug off-white dress that did wonders for her hourglass figure. The stylish dress had a slim, black snakeskin belt sewn into it around the waist, which inspired her to wear a complementing pair of black snakeskin pumps. Since it was November, she also wore a black pea coat along with a beautiful red scarf and a delicate pair of black leather gloves.
As much as her striking outfit made her feel attractive, the day was really dragging on and all she wanted at that point was to get out of her work attire and slip into a big, comfortable sweater. She began to type a text message to send to Jessica when a handsome gentleman occupied the barstool next to her. She did not think much of it – all she could think of was how much her feet were killing her. She quickly started typing: I was just about to start planning your murder in my head. Sucks about the meeting 🙁 but don’t worry about it. I’m gonna head home and make us some brownies then we can watch Mean Girls when you get back. Good luck, bitch. x
She was about to hit send when she momentarily looked up from her phone and glanced at the man who had just taken the seat next to hers. For what seemed like an hour, she forgot about her phone, she forgot about Jessie, she forgot about her uncomfortable shoes, she forgot about everything. He was indeed painfully handsome, but that wasn’t just it. There was something else about him that made him sexier than any other man she’s seen before, something that Anna could not resist. She could not tell what it was. She examined his face, his eyes were blue, his hair was brown and soft. She saw a hint of stubble on his very defined jawline that her hands were just itching to touch. Her eyes traveled south; he was wearing a navy blue suit, probably designer. His brown shoes were immaculate. Even the laces were tied perfectly. He looked… delicious.
When she looked back up, it suddenly hit her. She had been eyeing this man, like an idiot, with her mouth open for the past few seconds at least. To her horror, she realized he had been looking at her and smiling. She immediately looked back at her screen and started rereading the text she had written. She decided to hit send and then his voice stopped her dead in her tracks.
“Hi,” the man said. She looked up at him once again only to discover he was laughing. He seemed to be quite amused by her awkwardness.
“Uhh… hi,” she said back, forcing a smile. She couldn’t stop fumbling with her phone and was barely able to make eye contact with him.
“Are you okay?” he said, once again sounding delighted at how flustered she was.
Anna nodded and smiled. She chose not to verbally respond; she was not sure what atrocities would come out of her mouth if she’d tried to speak bahçelievler escort one more word to this man.
“I’m Alex. Let me buy you a drink.”
Once again, she nodded and smiled. A more genuine smile, this time.
“Thank you,” she said softly, after a couple of seconds had already passed.
He gestured for the bartender and ordered two whiskeys on the rocks for both of them. She was taken aback for a second as she realized he hadn’t even asked her what she would like to drink. Fortunately for her, she actually did enjoy whiskey, but she secretly wondered what she would’ve done if she hadn’t.
“Are you waiting for someone?” he asked.
“Oh, just my roommate. She’s stuck in a meeting and probably won’t be able to make it tonight.” She quietly said, still avoiding eye contact.
The bartender set their drinks on the bar in front of them at that moment. She looked at the drink and then back at him. His smile was so mesmerizing, she could not tear her eyes away. She suddenly realized she had not told him her name and decided now would be a good time to find her voice again.
“I’m Anna, by the way.” She said confidently with a smile on her face, after sitting up straight and clearing her throat.
“Finally,” he said, “I was wondering when that would come out.”
“You’re dressed awful fancy for this bar,” she said.
“Well,” he spoke with a smirk on his face, “I came straight from work. I’m supposed to meet a client in a while.”
She nodded and quietly sipped on her whiskey. It was smooth and strong, a refreshing change from the stale beer she had been drinking before.
“What about you?” he asked, “as much as I appreciate a sexy woman in a beautiful dress, I still can’t help but wonder what would bring you here dressed like that.”
Anna nearly choked on her whiskey when she heard his words. Sexy? Wow! That man was not one for playing around. She was surprised by his forwardness but also flattered. Part of her was actually quite thankful he could see past the awkward mess she was just a few minutes ago.
“I came straight from work as well,” she said. “I’m actually not a big fan of this place at all, but Jessica, my roommate, insisted we meet here, since it’s pretty close to her workplace.”
“Looks like we have a lot in common, then,” he said after taking a sip of his drink and gently setting the glass back on the bar. “I was also urged to come here by my client. When someone pays that much for your services, you have no choice but to say yes, I’m afraid.”
“And what services exactly do you offer?” Anna asked with a hint of a naughty smile on her face.
He smirked at her flirtatiousness. “I keep the big, bad, scary corporations in business.” He said.
She laughed at the way he had so honestly phrased it.
“So you’re a corporate lawyer, huh?” she said. “I actually work in a law firm myself: Goldsmith & Moore. I’m Mr. Moore’s secretary.”
“Interesting,” he genuinely said. “I’m junior partner at my firm. I’m sure you are familiar with it, Gallagher Adams?”
Anna laughed a bit too loudly at his revelation. She was, in fact, quite familiar with that particular firm. Goldsmith & Moore and Gallagher Adams were the biggest two law firms in New York City, which naturally made them rivals. She secretly giggled at the thought of Mr. Moore finding out she was having drinks with a partner who worked for his nemesis, Joseph Gallagher. He would flip!
“I might have heard the name here or there,” Anna responded sarcastically while she did her best to sound serious.
Alex finished the last of his whiskey and put the glass on the bar with a bit too much force, which caused what remained of the ice cubes to rattle. He promptly got up and offered Anna, who was not yet done with her drink, his hand and patiently awaited a response. She was confused at first, but quickly she began to realize he was extending an invitation for her to leave the bar with him. But where to? She thought. Does he seriously want me to go home with him ten minutes into meeting him?! No, no. He can’t be that rude.
Anna realized she had been staring at his empty hand with the glass still between her lips. She must’ve looked ridiculous. She decided to put the glass down and ask what his intentions were instead of allowing her mind to wander any further. Before she could say anything, however, he voiced his intentions loud and clear.
“There’s a nice Italian restaurant called Massimo’s a few blocks from here. Since we’re both not too fond of this place, I’d like to take you there.” Alex said blatantly.
“But…” Anna hesitated, taken aback by his sudden offer. “I thought you had to meet a client? And it’s Friday, don’t you need to have reservations?”
“I already do,” he said. “I made reservations for me and my client; there was no way I was having that meeting in here bağcılar escort and I know just how much he loves Italian food. Right now, however, I’ve decided I want to take you instead. I’ll have my assistant cancel the meeting and it would also be a good idea for you to cancel your plans with Jessica.”
Anna laughed as she began to grasp the kind of person she was dealing with. “Oh, you’re good.” she said, very amused. “Giving someone the illusion of choice, when the choice has been yours all along?”
He smiled and gave her a slight nod. “Smart girl,” He said. “Shall we?”
She took his hand and gracefully got off the barstool. She inadvertently noticed that he had left a couple of $20 bills on the bar before even knowing whether or not she would accept his offer to leave. For a second, Anna could not decide if she was offended by his presumptuousness or impressed by his confidence. She stood next to him while he grabbed her coat and suddenly she felt miniature in comparison. He was so tall, at least 6’3″, and quite muscular. His tailored suit fit him perfectly and only made him look taller and bigger. She, on the other hand, stood at 5’3″, maybe 5’8″ considering the fact that she was wearing heels. The way he towered over her petite, curvy figure made her feel more feminine and even made her knees a bit weak. Like a true gentleman would, Alex helped her into her coat before putting on his own and, in a matter of seconds, they were out of that place they both hated so much.
It was freezing cold outside but Anna really enjoyed the weather. Winter had always been her favorite season. She glanced at Alex, who looked even more dashing with his beige coat and blue Burberry scarf on, and could not believe a man with such impeccable style existed in this world.
The walk to Massimo’s was, in reality, very short, but somehow a significant amount of information was shared during that brief stroll, perhaps due to the fact that they both intentionally walked much slower than they usually would with anyone else. Anna LeVander, or just Annie as her close friends called her, revealed that she was a 24 year-old university graduate from Wisconsin. She had two older sisters, both of whom still lived back home with their husbands and children. She spoke fondly of her family, her parents in particular, mentioning several times how grateful she was for everything they have done for her. Alex also learned that her hobbies included writing and photography. When he asked her what she wrote about, she responded “people”. When he asked what she took photos of, she maintained the same answer. She also spoke briefly about Jessica, who had been her roommate and best friend ever since she moved to New York for university. Jessica and Anna both went to NYU and started off with a small studio apartment in Brooklyn; it was all they could afford at the time. After graduation, they were both successful in finding financially rewarding jobs in a short period of time and they immediately decided to move to a beautiful two-bedroom apartment in Manhattan. Although they could now both afford to live comfortably on their own, neither of them wanted to separate. Jessie, as Anna described, was her confidant; the person who knew her most and the closest one to her heart. Closer than family, even.
Alex did not share much. 32 years old, born and raised in Manhattan, and attended Harvard law school. Anna was just about to urge him to share more about himself when they found themselves standing in front of the doors of the very restaurant they were going to. She would try to know more about him when they were inside and settled in, she decided. Upon entry, the hostess smiled and greeted the two of them warmly.
“Mr. Vanderburg, lovely to see you. Your table is ready.” Said the beautiful hostess. She was slim, tall and she wore a scandalously short long-sleeved black velvet dress.
“Thank you, Jenny.” He said as he smiled back at her. “Please show my date to our table, I need to make a quick phone call.”
He pushed the doors open while the pretty hostess took Anna’s coat and proceeded to lead her to the table. Alex was probably phoning his assistant to cancel his client meeting, which reminded her that she had not yet informed Jessica of her change of plans. She thought about calling but decided to go with a text message instead as Jessie was probably still attending the meeting. She unlocked her phone and found the text message she had neglected to send earlier at the bar, then she deleted it and started writing a new one.
Jessie, she began typing I can’t do brownies and movies tonight. I met this guy and we’re going out to dinner right now. Don’t ask, I don’t even know how it happened!
She hit send and almost instantly her phone buzzed to notify her that she had gotten a reply from Jessica. OMG! What? How? When? Tell me everything! The text message made her chuckle. ümraniye escort Jessica’s immediate response meant she must’ve been mind-numbingly bored during her meeting. She also found it funny that she specifically said ‘don’t ask’ right before she was bombarded with questions. She was considering her response to Jessica’s text when Alex appeared.
When he sat down, she unconsciously put her phone back in her purse and forgot all about her curious roommate.
“Did everything go smoothly?” She asked.
“Oh, no. Not at all.” He laughed at her question. “In fact, he was pretty angry.”
“Now I feel bad for making you cancel on a client.”
“You didn’t make me do anything. I wanted to.”
The arrogance in his voice slightly angered her but, truthfully, also excited her a bit. She wasn’t sure how to respond so she picked up her menu and began to consider her dinner options. As soon as she began reading she realized just how hungry she was. In fact, she remembered she hadn’t eaten anything since lunch! She looked up when she heard Alex speaking; he was ordering a bottle of red wine from their waiter. With the waiter’s departure, he turned to her and asked what she wanted to eat.
“I don’t know,” Anna said teasingly. “Didn’t really think about it. I figured you’d just pick something for me like you did at the bar.”
He knew this sort of thing would get to her. He wanted to get to her. “You’re right,” he said very calmly. “You’re going to have the lobster linguine.”
Anna put down her menu and angrily looked at him. He smiled smugly at her and seemed to enjoy the frustration he had caused her to feel.
“Why do you keep doing this?” she said.
“Because I know you love it.”
She stared at him and tried to find her words again, only she couldn’t. He was right! What was she going to say to him? She can’t just admit it was true. On the other hand, if she denied it he would definitely be able to tell she was lying; she was blushing! Her thoughts raced for a few seconds when a much-welcomed distraction appeared. The waiter had arrived with the wine and began pouring it into their glasses. After he was done, he placed the bottle on the table and silently withdrew.
Anna took a sip of her wine and started thinking about what she would say next. Thankfully, she didn’t have to say anything. Alex started speaking to her about a completely unrelated topic.
They spoke for hours. Their food came and went. A second bottle of wine also came and went. They discussed politics, work, music, books, and even sports. Anna found Alex to be an excellent listener. He was not only exceptionally smart, but also extremely well read. She was impressed by his intelligence and knowledge, and she could tell he felt the same way about her. It had been a long time since she had been involved in such an intellectually engaging conversation and she was enjoying it immensely. He still did not give out a lot of information about himself, however she had managed to gather some bits and pieces that somewhat helped her make sense of the puzzle that was Alex Vanderburg. Born into a wealthy family, he grew up in the best neighborhoods and schools. He barely spoke of his parents, which made Anna assume he wasn’t close to either of them. In fact, she thought he was probably brought up by nannies and maids. Although he was a very impressive character, he was not particularly talkative. She concluded from her analysis that he felt no need to reveal information about himself due to his confidence in how naturally intimidating he appeared to most people. She did rather appreciate the total lack of ostentatiousness in his character although he truly had a lot to show off.
It was past midnight, the restaurant was practically empty and the couple was just finishing off the last of the dessert they were sharing. Alex had ordered a scrumptious plate of creamy Tiramisu for the two of them that was too delicious to be true. Anna had certainly enjoyed his company that night, but the thought that the night was coming to an end disheartened her. He had a way of making her feel comfortable around him while also keeping her on her toes. She was astounded at what an intriguing character she found him to be; it felt like all the time in the world with that person would still not be enough. She secretly thought about going home with him that night, but dismissed the notion as soon as it appeared into her head. She is not that kind of girl, she told herself. He would not respect her, and she oh-so-desperately and eagerly yearned for that man’s respect. Right at that moment, the universe proposed an overwhelming challenge to Anna. It was too appropriately timed, it almost seemed like a cruel joke.
“Anna,” she heard him calmly speak, right after he had handed the waiter his credit card. “I’ve really enjoyed your company and I don’t want this night to end now.”
Shit. Shit, shit, shit, SHIT! Anna yelled within herself. She looked very composed, she was certain, but there was an ugly scene going on inside. She took a deep breath and decided to go with the decision she had made seconds earlier; it just seemed safer.
“I don’t want it to, either.” She said, softly. “But I shouldn’t go home with you tonight. I mean, we literally only met a few hours ago. We just shouldn’t.”
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