RULES OF LOVE (A Navy SEALs Romance) (29 page)

“She’s nice,” David volunteered. “I think she’s a good choice, sir.”

“Yes, she is,” Nick said with a smile. “But I know she’s going to be a tough one.”

“Not for you, sir,” David answered, smiling.

Nick’s smile widened. David was right. He had never had difficulties getting women, and Sara Nolles was not going to be the first. He had to admit, though, there was something different about Sara, but he couldn’t quite figure it out yet. He just knew she was different – sharp-tongued, pretty, demanding, and ignorant of his status and how much money he had. It suited him just fine.

He closed his eyes as the limo drove through town, taking him closer to the girl of his dreams. She was passionate, that he could tell. Just the fire in her eyes alone was enough to tell him she would be a piece of work in bed, someone he might not be able to handle. A ball of fire. But he was open to challenges, and if Sara Nolles wanted a challenge, he would bring it.

They arrived at the coffee shop quickly, and he asked David to stay in the limo. No need to tip off Sara since she had already met David.

Nick entered the coffee shop. Normally he would have felt out of place, but he felt completely at home as his eyes scanned the room for Sara. She was nowhere to be found.

“Welcome to Pixies. How can I help you?” an elderly woman called out to him, drawing his attention to her. He walked up to her with a smile.

“Hello. What is your lunch special?” he asked.

“Combination fried chicken rice with some cabbage,” she said, pointing to a bowl of greasy food which Nick would never eat even if his life depended on it. He had to draw the line somewhere.

“Can I just get a sandwich please? A grilled chicken. Lettuce, tomatoes, mayo, and ketchup will be fine,” he ordered. No point in asking for organic stuff.

“Sure,” the woman said. “Twelve dollars.”

He pulled out a wad of notes from his pocket and handed her a hundred-dollar bill. “Please keep the change,” he said.

The woman looked at him, and her eyes lit up. “You sure?”

“Yes, if you can tell me where Sara Nolles is.”

Her countenance changed, and she pushed the money back to him. “I’m not selling Sara out for ninety dollars. What do you want with her?” she asked suspiciously.

Nick contemplated the best way to tell the woman about Sara without making a big deal of it or embarrassing Sara. “Oh, no, nothing like that. I met her a few days ago. Here. I just wanted to catch up with her.”

She leaned in close. “You know, she’s a lovely girl, Sara is. And her boyfriend just left her.”

“Yes,” Nick replied, not sure why her words would be important to him, but he let her keep talking. He already knew about the boyfriend who had cheated on her.

“If you like her, please don’t hurt her,” she said, then pulled away from him.

“No, nothing like that. I just want to say hello to her.”

The woman looked at the clock on the wall. “She should be here any minute, probably before your chicken is done. I’ll send her to bring your food to you. Just to let you know, she’s like a daughter to me, so I’ll be watching you.”

“Of course. Thank you so much,” Nick said to the woman, but she had gone back to her work.

He moved to a chair next to a window. Like the woman predicted, Sara arrived soon after. He saw her walk in wearing her black and white uniform. Only a woman with Sara’s curves and eyes could make a simple waitress uniform look sexy. She didn’t see him, which worked best for him, but he couldn’t hide for too long.

“Hello, Sara,” he said.

She looked like she was going to ask him how he knew her name, but she looked at her tag and smiled ever so slightly. Nick was glad she hadn’t asked because he would have had to lie to her again. He wasn’t going to admit to her that he had someone check out her entire life and that he knew everything there was to know about her, even the fact that she had a cat named Pussy Bow when she was a kid. That would freak her out and destroy whatever chances he had of getting close to her. Even being in her presence before the ball was probably a bad idea. She would most likely recoil when she saw him at the ball if he left her with a bad experience.

“I’ve seen you recently,” she said as she put the plate on the table.

Oh good
, Nick thought. She was being nicer today, but he didn’t push it. “Coffee? Dark and strong?” Nick suggested, smiling.

“Oh yeah, the Rolex guy,” she said, smiling in return. She looked at his wrist.

“Not today,” he told her as he pulled up his sleeve and showed her the watch he wore today, which was equally expensive but one he could bet she didn’t know. His gamble paid off; she did not recognize the watch.

“I see you’re keeping it simple today.”

“Yes,” Nick said with a smile. “Simple can be best.”

“Unless you’re riding in the limo parked across the street.” She pointed outside the window and Nick had no choice but to look at the limo. Thankfully, it was a regular black limo and the windows were dark. She wouldn’t be able to recognize David unless he chose to step out of the limo at that instant.

“Work.”

“What sort of work do you do that requires a limo and a Rolex?” she asked curiously.

“Real estate,” Nick said, hoping she wouldn’t ask any more questions. He didn’t lie about his work, but he didn’t want to reveal too much. This visit was not going according to his plan. He had planned to come in and say hello to her just to see her, then leave. He didn’t want her to ask questions that could lead her to suspect the card he sent her was not a mistake. He needed to gain control of the situation. “Investment real estate.”

“That sounds interesting. Would you like some ketchup with your sandwich?” And just like that she had lost interest in him.

“No, this is fine,” Nick replied, cursing himself for showing up at her work place. Now he had given her something else to hold against him. Clearly she didn’t care about his money, or maybe she just didn’t like him. There was no way for him to know, and he didn’t want to hang around any longer and make things worse. And actually, he did like ketchup on his sandwich, but he wasn’t going to ask her for anything, except maybe a way to get out of there really fast.

“Well, enjoy your lunch. I hope it’s to your satisfaction.” She was finished with him and was departing when he called her back.

“Excuse me, Sara. May I get a take-away plate?” he asked. “I have to be somewhere.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll wrap it up for you then,” she replied after a moment of hesitation. She stepped back, took the plate, and walked away. She returned quickly with his food nicely packaged in a Styrofoam plate in a plastic bag.

“I put some ketchup on the side. I have a feeling you like ketchup,” she said as she handed the bag to him. She had a little more than a hint of a smile on her face.

“Thank you,” Nick said as he slipped her a few hundred dollar bills as a tip when she wasn’t looking. He didn’t look back to see her reaction as he walked to the door. He would see her in a few days. No need to push any more buttons.

SARA

When the man left, I went back to wipe the table and pick up the tip I had seen him leave. In as much as I didn’t want a tip from him since I hadn’t done much, my salary was minimal and I had to make up my earnings with tips. I assumed he had left a couple of dollars, and even though it wouldn’t do much for me, it could at least add to my savings for gas money that week. I picked up the loose change and the cash. Five hundred dollars!

My first instinct was to run after him and return the money because it had to be a mistake. He must have meant to drop five singles and had inadvertently left five hundred-dollar bills. I looked up, but he was already out the door. I ran out to catch him.

“Excuse me,” I called, but he didn’t hear me with the distractions and noise of the busy street. “Hey, Mister!” I called even louder, but he had already crossed the busy street.

I tried to follow him, but a bus slowed right in front of me. I waited for the bus to come to a complete stop so I could navigate around it, but I was too late. Before I could get to the other side of the road, his sleek limousine had pulled out.

I looked at the money in my hands, wondering how I could return it to him, but a thought hit my mind. The money wasn’t a mistake. The man wore a Rolex and had a limo. He probably had meant to tip me the exorbitant amount, which I was not opposed to. What I would be opposed to was if his rich ass came back wanting more from me. I debated what to do with it. It was legitimately mine; I had earned it as part of my privileges of serving Mr. Rich. Even though I thought it was way too much, I decided to accept it. My rent was due and the money would go a long way to subsidizing it. And even if I didn’t have impending rent, I had a party to go to.

Amy had promised to shop for me, but I couldn’t leave everything up to her. I needed to pay for some stuff myself. I took a second look at where his limo had been parked, which had been quickly replaced by two cars. It was almost as if he hadn’t been there. I whispered a thank you to no one in particular, pocketed the money, and went back to work.

Throughout the rest of my work day, my mind remained on the stranger and how deeply he had looked into my eyes with his dark brown, sexy eyes like he could see the depths of my soul. I smiled as I remembered the way his lips had curved into a slight smile when he spoke. I bet those lips tasted like sugar, no honey. He had to taste like honey. Men like him didn’t taste any less sweet.

I needed to get a grip on myself. I almost poured coffee on a client while lost in my imagination. Mr. Rich had distracted me like no one else had. I got through the day like clockwork - smiling at customers, taking orders, serving food, cleaning up after them. Each time the door opened, I looked up in anticipation, expecting Mr. Rich to come through the door, but I was disappointed every time.

By the time evening rolled around, I was a hot mess. All I wanted to do was get home and sleep him off. I was probably never going to see him again anyways.

I didn’t have to work the next day, and though I would have liked a chance to go in just in case he showed up again, common sense told me a man like that had more to do with his weekends than come to a deli chasing after a waitress, if that was what he was truly doing.

After tossing around on the bed for a few hours and getting nowhere with my day, I decided to get up, shower, and take a walk. My walk didn’t clear my head like I hoped it would. Thoughts of Mr. Rich kept playing like a movie. After a few miles, I gave up and walked home, put my PJs back on, and got back into bed. I had more important problems than my raging hormones to worry about. I had yet to solve the problem of what to do about the stupid elite ball I had no business going to. Funny how I could still be influenced by peer pressure even as an adult!

I lay on my bed twiddling with the pre-invitation, or was it a save-the-date card? I knew better than to let Amy's crazy decisions override my common sense. It didn't make sense to dress up, wear a necklace that wasn't for me, and attend a party I wasn't technically invited to. Alarms might go off as I stepped into the building. Nick Saunders could rip the necklace off my neck and call the cops on me.

If I ever had a chance of working for his empire, impersonating someone else at his ball would destroy it. Saunders owned most of the city, so if I ever wanted a decent job in this town, the sensible thing to do was place that call and return everything to the right Sara.

Unless I wanted to work at the coffee shop until my hair turned gray.  

I grabbed my cell phone and punched the numbers on the card but hesitated to push the "talk" button. I stared at the phone until it timed out, then I did it again. What if Amy was right? All the good breaks I've had in life were due to Amy's input. She helped me get accepted into the college of my dreams and obtain a scholarship that covered most of my expenses. I still had to get student loans, but it would have been worse without the scholarships. She encouraged me to apply for jobs that I would never have had the courage to consider. Unfortunately, due to the economy souring, I wasn't able to get the job of my dreams with Saunders. So she had gotten me a job at the coffee shop while we looked for other jobs.

What was the worst that could happen if I did go to the ball? It wasn't my fault I got an invitation card addressed to me. If Nick Saunders got mad, I would simply return the necklace, apologize, and let myself out. Maybe if they needed a waitress, I could volunteer to help and earn some extra money while I was there.

Common sense, which had been escaping me more often recently, demanded that I call and inform them I had been accidentally invited. I punched the numbers on the phone again and pressed send. It rang a few times and went to a voicemail.

"This is Nick Saunders. Please leave a message."

Shit! The number was Nick's personal cell phone? The real Sara Nolles must be important enough to have direct access to him. I quickly hung up the phone as the beep sounded to leave a message. I was not going to leave a message for the richest man in town. What would I say to him?
Hi Nick, you invited me to a party and sent me this lovely necklace, but I can't go and I can't wear it because I'm not the real Sara Nolles. But my friend Amy thinks I should go, so I wanted to make sure it was okay with you.