Chapter 40 Worst First Date Ever
I can’t wait to get to work on Monday morning. Not that I’d tell my grandma that. She’d only read into it that I like Noah. Which is ridiculous… He’s my boss for one thing. But he’s also an utter pain in the arse.
A sexy as hell, pain in the arse…
“You’re here early,” I say to Stacey as she comes to stand beside me as we wait for the lift.
“Yeah. Got some stuff to catch up on. Good weekend?”
“Yeah, it was great. You?”
“I went on a date,” she tells me excitably. “It was awful.”
I have no idea how she does it. I’ve never known anyone to be so happy as they recount a bad date.
“It’s not really surprising,” she says. “I don’t know if I’ve ever had a good first date.”
“You’re not serious?”
“Yup…”
“What actually happened?” I ask her.
“Okay. So, we’ve been talking online for a few weeks,” she says as we step into the lift. “He seemed great. Literally, my ideal man.”
“Right, so far so good.”
“Yeah, so when we meet up and he’s just as smoking as his picture, I think I’ve hit the jackpot.”
I can understand that. We’ve all been there, when that cute guy – with a killer set of abs – you’ve been messaging with turns out to be fifteen years older with a potbelly.
“Everything was brilliant. He was funny and flirty and I was so into him.”
“So, when did it go wrong?” I ask as the lift doors open and we make our way down the hall and into our department.
“He offered to drive me home.”
“Right?”
“Well, we’re in the car and he says he wants me to meet someone. I’m like, sure, I guess. I could hardly refuse, right? I mean, I’m in his car.”
“Okay…”
“So, he only drives right into the cemetery,” she tells me, her eyes wide with horror and her voice hushed.
“He what?” By contrast, my voice is piercingly high pitched and loud enough to draw Noah’s attention to us as he makes his way out of the staff kitchen with two mugs of coffee.
“No joke,” she says giggling. “I thought he was going to murder me.”
“Then what?” I ask, my eyes on Noah as he places one of those coffees on my desk before entering his office.
“It’s dark because it’s like ten o’clock at night and I’m hyperventilating.”
“I bet but what did he do?”
“He only asks me to get out of the car,” she tells me. “I was like, ‘do I have to?’ and he only goes and says, ‘don’t you want to meet my dog?’”
“Dog?” I exclaim.
“I didn’t realise but it was a pet cemetery.”
“So, what did you do?”
“I got out the car. I mean, I wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible so I thought it would be best just to meet his dog.”
Nodding my head, I find myself agreeing.
“I texted my flatmate, just to be safe, but yeah, I got out the car. Anyway, next thing you know, he’s taking my hand and leading me towards this massive tombstone shaped like a Great Dane.”
“No way?”
“It was actually life sized and he sits down in front of it and strokes it’s face.”
“You’re kidding, right?” I can’t believe my ears.
“Seriously. He talks to it for a solid twenty minutes while I just stand there like a lemon.”
“So, no second date then?” I ask jokingly.
“No way! He’s probably saving his dead grandma for our second date.”
“Eden,” Noah calls me, popping his head around his door.
Immediately, he has my full attention. “Yes, sir?”
“Can you make sure everyone knows I want to have a team meeting at nine this morning?”
“Sure thing,” I tell him happily.
As his door closes, Stacey leans in to say, “he’s chipper this morning.”
“I guess so.”
“It’s Monday morning and he’s smiling,” she says. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say hell has frozen over.”
I giggle slightly.
“He’s been different since you started working here,” she says after a moment’s pause.
“No, he hasn’t,” I disagree. “Don’t be daft.”
“I’m serious. He’s less of a moody git.”
“Yeah, right.”
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