Meeting Peter

I walk inside my dad's office as he instructs his new secretary how to do her job. She wore so much makeup, her poor skin pores were probably blocked. She had a lot of acne issues, which dad didn't like at all, but I insisted of hiring her, because technically she was much smarter than the others who got interviewed for this job. He kept holding his office phone in one hand, and waving at her with the other hand as he talked.

They both saw me at the door, waiting for a sign to get in. Sam smiled at me, "Good morning, miss johns!"

"Good morning, I need coffee, will you get that for me, please?" I asked, because I wanted some private time with dad.

Sam went out of the office, and dad hang up his phone. He smiled at me.

"Jane, come in here," He said and embraced me with a hug.

He smelt of strong colonge, the expensive ones he finds at some exclusive boutique. He loved to use most of his money for spoiling both of us with travels, jewelry and expensive technology. His office view was beautiful by the beach in California. He ran his makeup brand JELL corporate for fifteen years, and was pretty successful.

"My baby girl, how's your morning? Did your at your breakfast yet?" He asked me.

I looked at his clean shaved face, and perfect skin regardless of his age. He had so much botox on his forehead.

"I had some breakfast before I came here," I replied.

"Sit down, Jane," He said.

I sat down on the chair beside his office desk, and he sat at his office chair. He places his arms on the table, and took my hand.

"Jane, I've searched for some responsible bachelors from friends and relatives, and I think it's time for you to get to know someone, as you know I won't be here forever to look after you," He started.

I rolled my eyes. "Dad, I'm fine," I said, and released my hand from his grip.

"Soon you will celebrate your sixteenth birthday, don't you crave to have a boyfriend of your own?" He asked, and stared at me like a poor homeless puppy.

"What I crave is to be an independent woman who would get part of the shares of your company, and take care of myself," I said.

"That will only happen when you do meet someone I approve of," He said.

"Why can't I meet someone I want, when the time is right, under my terms?" I asked.

"Jane," He called.

"It's really unfair. I thought you and mom met at the bookstore, not some arranged meet up by your parents!" I said, and felt my heart beat faster inside my chest, and my forehead was sweating.

We stayed silent for a minute then I got up and went out of his office. I walked to the hallway, and entered the lift. At the ground level I walked outside, and breathed deeply as I tried to destress from what happened. I kicked the dumpster with my feet, and yelled so loud my throat hurt.

"It's not the dumpster's fault!" A guy on a black motorcycle yelled. He wore washed out jeans, and a black leather jacket. He took his helmet off, and revealed the most handsome face I ever saw I my life. His defined jaws, and dark blue eyes just drew me in.

I walked to check his motorcycle, and him in general. He extended his hand to me.

"My name is Peter, and someone must have upset you," He said.

I shook his hand for a moment before releasing it.

"Jane John's," I said, and looked at his eyes.

He smiled. "I have heard of your family, your dad owns this company?" He asked.

I nodded. "Yes," I replied.

"Let's say I want to see you again, how would I contact you?" He said and winked at me.

Did he just wink at me?

I took one business card from my purse, and handed it to him. He put it in his pocket, and grinned.

"Well, see you soon, Jant," he said, wore his helmet, and started his bike. Then took off.