Where Would I Be Without You - By CJ Hawk Page 0,21

am talking about."

"Yeah. Pete's. Pete's Bar and Grill I think, but I don't ever remember seeing menus there. They've got a rank happy hour buffet. Wouldn't eat from it, but they do a mean karaoke, and the drinks are cheap."

"So you know the place?" I beamed with excitement.

"Yeah. Right by your work. Makes sense."

I looked at him with a scrunched inquisitive face for a moment. "How did you know where I worked?" Forgetting for a moment, that I had mentioned in our earlier kaleidoscope of exchanged life stories, where I worked.

Then he smiled seductively, stopped our walking hand in hand business, and pulled my head in close to his as he whispered in my ear. "I know a lot about you Amber Jones, and I like everything I know."

Oh triple gulp. I about melted through the street grate right there on the sidewalk.

By the time we made it back to my place, the door barely closed, as we were right back to the same spot kissing that we were at when he first came to pick me up. At this point, stopping was going to be a hard endeavored option.

Chapter Six

The whole day at work, I could think of nothing more than the sweet words of Mason telling me that he wanted nothing more than to be with me, but it would be wise for both of us to have at least a few dates under our belts first. I agreed, reluctantly, but knew it was for the best. However, his mention of other dates, held so much promise that I was excited to finish work and get home. However, it was only nine thirty, and I had a production meeting. This was going to be a long day.

On my lunch hour, I saw a text from Mason. It simple read: Have a great day at work. It was enough that he was thinking of me that I had a smile on my face the rest of the day that got everyone I worked with to ask me what was up. I felt it was too soon to exaggerate about Mason when I had just been boasting about Steve. Yet, if he came to my work party tomorrow night, I did not want there to be any confusion. Therefore, I simply replied that my new boyfriend Mason had put it there. Only two out of all the other females gave me the evil eye and reply of; I thought his name was Steve. I just looked at them as if they were confused. Luckily, for me, I worked with people that never bothered to remember my boyfriend's names nor did they really care who I was seeing or dating. They just cared if I got their time cards correct for HR and if their vacation request time was put in.

The drive home was tedious with traffic due to the baseball game going on in the Rockies Stadium. Thinking of Mason had made me completely forget that I needed to take an alternate route home to make my drive easier. However, I wouldn't give up living downtown for anything, so I puttered through the constant stop and go while thinking about Mason. I kept thinking about his eyes and the way they spoke their own language of love; his smile, which often exposed these two cute dimples on his cheeks, and the most important memory of all, the way that he kissed me and how it sent me into a tailspin of elation.

I only got three car horns to 'move it lady', while I was lost in thought over Mason. So when I pulled into the apartment building parking lot to my assigned spot, I felt overjoyed when I could see his apartment from the lot, and his light was on. That meant he was home and hopefully done with his work. Maybe he would want to stop by for a drink or watch a movie. As I took the elevator in my building up to my floor, I wondered things like, what is his favorite movie, color, food, and the all-time silly girl notion of what does he dream his perfect wife to be? I know, a bit too soon for all these thoughts. Well at least, the last one was a bit too serious, too soon.

When I got off the elevator, from thinking about Mason, I felt as if I was walking on air all the way to my door. As soon as I unlocked the door and walked