Chapter 2 Chapter 2 - What Happens in New York Stays in New York
Sam smashed the snooze button of her rm clock. She groaned and buried her head in her
pillows not ready to wake up. A smile crossed her face as she remembered Saturday night; since that
night she just couldn''t keep a smile from her lips. She attempted to remember every detail she could
about that man when the rm began to sound again. Fine, I am going, she snapped at it silently as
she turned it off and dragged herself out of her veryfortable bed. She was dreading going to work
today which was not typical feeling for her.
She loved her job, working as the secretary for an ountingpany may not sound exciting
especially when your father is your boss but she liked it. Sam entered into the bathroom turning on the
shower and removing her pajamas stiffly. The reason of her dread was due to her father''s excitement
about some hotshot that wasing in from some big city she didn''t even bother to remember. He was
supposed to be a big deal in the ounting world and her father was lucky to have gotten him to agree
to work forpany. Thepany had been in business for many years but it was still on the small
side and didn''t have much prestige, or yet anyway as her father would love to say.
The prick probably knows how big time he is too and expects everyone to treat him with some
kind of royal treatment, she thought grumpily as she got into the shower. Well if he expects me to give
him special treatment and kiss his ass he has another thinging she thought darkly as she began
her daily routine.
Sam was determined to treat him just like she treated everyone else no matter how important
he was to her father or thepany. Getting out of the shower and drying herself off she wished could
call in sick or something but she knew her father wouldn''t allow it. She wrapped a towel around her and
left the bathroom passing a nce at the clock on her nightstand.
"Crap, I am runningte, Dad is going to kill me!" She yelled and dashed to the dresser,
thanking god she always prepared her clothes the day before. She threw the towel on the bed and
dressed in record time. She rushed back into the bathroom pulling her wild brown locks into a tight
organized bun. She debated on eating something or just heading to work for a moment then decided
against breakfast grabbing her keys that sat in a little china bowl on a table near the door.
Sam parked the car in the parking lot and ran to the office. She quickly nced at her wrist
watch noticing she was right on time. Phew, that was a close one, she thought smiling with victory.
There was nothing her father hated more than tardiness especially today of all days. In fact he
demanded that she arrive early but obviously she didn''t manage to swing that one by. Oh well, he will
forgive me someday, she though as she entered into the building.
She greeted the always happy Mrs. Simpson, thepany receptionist and noticed her father
was stomping in her direction. Okay, he is very pissed that I didn''t arrive early, she realized wondering
how to get herself out of this one. He stopped just before her and raised one stern eye brow at her and
hard frown crossed his face as he awaited her exnation. She loved her father but he could be so a
real jerk sometimes.
"I am sorry Da-Mr. Peters," she started then quickly corrected herself. Her father insisted that in
the work ce she should address him as everyone else did. That way no one could ever think he
gave her special treatment for being his daughter. It wasn''t exactly true he did give her special
treatment but not in the good way, he expected so much more from her than he did from everyone else.
"My rm clock went all funky on me," she lied smoothing out the little wrinkles upon her
clothes caused by her rush. That seemed to calm him slightly and she allowed herself a small quiet
sigh of relief.
"Well David has already arrived and met everyone except you," he said cing special
emphasis on the words everyone and you. She was just about to apologize when Tabby came up to
them. Sam shot her friend a bright smile and a good morning. She loved that they worked together.
Tabby was like an ountant wizard and Sam didn''t understand why her father made such a big deal
about this David guy when he had her.
"Good Morning Mr. Peters, Sam may I have a word with you please," Tabby said giving Sam a
look she didn''t quite understand.
"Does it have to be now Tabitha," her father asked with an air of impatience.
"Yes!" Tabby said almost with a sense of urgency. "I mean yes sir, it''s important," she added
more calmly. Sam eyed her friend suspiciously as her father sighed, and nodded.
"Hurry up, we have work to do and you still need to meet David," he told her harshly then turned
around and walked back to his office.
"So where is the fire Tabby," Sam asked as soon as her father was out of ear shot. Tabby
looked around frantically then pushed Sam into the bathroom. "What the hell, what''s wrong with you,"
she cried in surprise looking at her friend usingly.
"David Andrews, you know the new guy," Tabby started nearly bouncing in ce from
excitement.
"Yeah what about him, is he a real ass," she asked hesitantly assuming the answer would be
yes but Tabby shook her head no.
"No it''s not that, it''s him," she replied her voice rising to a squeal as she said the word "him" and
Sam looked at her friend confused not understanding at all what her friend was trying to say.
"Him who?" She asked with a little irritation and wondering darkly why in the world Tabby was
being so cryptic. Her friend got a wicked glint in her eye and a sly smile slipped across her full lips that
convinced Sam whatever Tabby was going to say now she wasn''t going to like it one bit.
"David Andrews is...." Tabby started pausing for dramatics and Sam sighed loudly letting her
know that she was getting tired of her games.
"Your hotty from New York," Tabby squealed excitedly and it took a moment for Sam to fully
understand what Tabby just said but when it finally clicked she could literally feel the blood drain from
her face.
"What!" Sam managed to squeak and Tabby nodded grinning like a fool.
"I don''t think he recognized me though," she stated with a small pout.
"How is this possible," Sam eximed feeling light headed. She grabbed on to the sink and
closed her eyes taking deep breaths trying to make the world stop spinning.
"I don''t know usually guys never forget me, if you get my meaning," Tabby joked then noticed
Sam''s pale serious face. "Oh my God, it''s not that big of a deal Sam. These kinds of things happen all
the time!" Tabby despaired and Sam red at her wondering how she could say that.
"Not a big deal! I threw my drunken self all over him when I didn''t even know his name," Sam
shrieked. "I slept with him and left before he woke up," she continued waving her arms frantically.
Sam paced the women''s bathroom nervously thinking about what the hell she was going to do.
"This may be normal for everybody else but not for me! I am not that type of person," Sam ranted. "Oh
my God, he is my father''s new star employee! My father will kill me," she shouted feeling herself go
from angry to hysterical in less than a second.
"Rx Sam, there is no reason you''re dad has to know about it." Tabby said trying to calm her
down with rubbing soothing circles on her back.
"This is all your fault! If I didn''t go on that stupid trip and sleep with that stupid guy I wouldn''t be
here in this stupid situation," she barked harshly and Tabby flinched at her words.
"I think you''re overreacting just a bit Sam, I mean didn''t he say you were incredible, maybe he
will be d to see you," Tabby said with a hopeful face but Sam just gave her a death re and
growled.
"He was drunk Tabby! He probably didn''t even realize he said it! I swear to God, I must be one
of those people who can never do anything outside of the rules! If we speed we always get a ticket,"
Sam snapped then hung her head to her chest. She tried to calm herself down so she could figure out
what to do since it was obvious she couldn''t stay in the woman''s bathroom all day...or could she? She
shook her head knowing that she was being silly.
"Maybe he won''t remember me; we did drink a lot that night. Maybe it ended up as a cked
out blur to him and he can''t even remember my face," she said atst with hope lined in her face and
Tabby thought for a moment and brightened.
"Yeah maybe, as I said he didn''t recognize me so maybe that is it! You''re freaking out over
nothing," Tabby told her eagerly.
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"Seriously, the only reason you are upset is because he doesn''t remember you," Sam asked
her friend in amazement.
"Hey it hurts my self-esteem," she replied with a shrug. Sam shook her head with a tiny smile
feeling a little better and really doubting anything could hurt the blonde''s self-esteem.
"Well I can''t stay here forever so," she started taking a moment to prepare then walked over to
the sink turning on the faucet. She sshed her face with water to help calm herself some more. "He
won''t recognize me; he will have no idea who I am," she told herself almost believing it as she dried her
face with a paper towel. She checked her appearance in the mirror and nervously smoothed her ck
pencil skirt.
Sam left the bathroom with her head up high, hoping to look as if nothing had happened and it
was business as usual. She started her daily routine but as soon as her father saw her he called her
into his office. Nervously she straightened and smoothed skirt again taking a deep breath gathering the
papers and documents that needed her father''s attention.
"He won''t recognize me; he will have no idea who I am," she whispered to herself once more
then entered her father''s office. Her father sat at hisrge wooden desk and another man, who she
assumed was David Andrews, sat in one of the two chairs in front of it. Thankfully he didn''t turn when
she entered. "Good Morning Mr. Peters. I have the morning''s duties here for you as well as some
documents that you need to look over," she said as she did every morning as she ran through the
papers she held in her arms. She circled around the desk trying her best to stay away from David
Andrews'' direct sight.
She took a side long nce at him and her heart skipped a couple of beats. It was without a
doubt the guy from New York and he was so much more attractive than she remembered. She quickly
looked down to the papers again and gave a hard swallow as she stered a smile on her face.
"Yes but before that I would like you to finally meet David Andrews. David this is my secretary
and daughter Samantha Peters," her father started and Sam tried not to cringe as the man turned his
attention to her for the first time. Her stomach dropped to her feet as she saw the look of shock and
recognition cross his face. "Crap, crap, crap! This cannot be happening to me," she cried silently.
She forced a smile and held out her hand politely. "It''s nice to meet you Mr. Andrews. We are
excited to have you here," she stated trying to keep her voice steady.
"Thank you, I am d to be here," he said as he took her extended hand and shook it. She felt
shivers run through her body at his touch and she ripped her hand from his trying to keep calm but
couldn''t help but notice a small smile appear on his lips. "This cannot be happening to me", she
Sam refused to turn her attention back to David. If she didn''t look at him she could almost
convince herself that it was someone else sitting there and everything was still right in her little corner
of the world.
"Thank you Samantha that will be all," her father told her once she was finished. She turned
and noticed David watching her sending her little corner of the world back in chaos.
"Nice to meet you Samantha, I look forward to working with you," he said and she could almost
hear himughing at her. She gave him a polite nod and rushed out of the office towards her desk
where Tabby was waiting eagerly.
"So," Tabby asked drawing out the "o" for several seconds as soon as Sam sat down at her
desk.
"This is horrible! I don''t see how this could get any worse," Sam groaned and let her head fall to
her desk with a loud thud.
"I can''t believe he didn''t recognize me," Tabby pouted and Sam tilted her head towards her
friend so she could re at her.
"Seriously? You have ruined my life and reputation and all you care about is how he didn''t
recognize you!" She whispered angrily and Tabby justughed as if Sam had said something incredibly
funny.
"Damn girl, you sure are going drama queen on this one. Honestly I think this will actually be
good for you Sam." Tabby exined with a matter of fact tone.
"I cannot see how this could possibly be good for me!" Sam snapped back and could not
believe her awful luck. Tabby shrugged and got up from the corner of Sam''s desk.
"Only time will tell," she chirped and walking toward her own desk and Sam red at her feeling
purely livid with anger, embarrassment, and horror.
"Only time will tell," Sam mocked her friend angrily. She lifted her head up from the desk
rubbing her forehead where she was sure there would be a red spot. She leaned back into the chair
thinking about what had just happened.
How is it possible out all the thousands of people in New York and out of all the damn men that
were in that club that night did she end up sleeping with her father''s new prized employee? She huffed
as she sat up in her chair and looking at theputer screen but not really seeing what was there.
She now was thinking of David''s reaction at seeing her, it didn''t exactly look like rejection. Could
he possibly be happy to see her again? Sam made a sound between a scoff and a snort with a shake
of her head causing her co-worker Adam to shoot her an odd look before he returned to his work. Sam
bit her lip feeling her cheeks heat up slightly but with the determined decision that David Andrews
wasn''t happy to see her and it was in her best interest to avoid him at all costs, there was only one sure
way to do that. She had to dedicate herself totally andpletely to her work then maybe just maybe
she could survive the day and humiliation.
The day passed quickly and it appeared her n was working to perfection. She hadn''t had to
speak to or see David Andrews again. She nced at her wrist watch and saw it was time for lunch.
"Thank God the first part is over," Sam cheered silently as she got up from her chair and grabbed her
purse. She looked around the room and didn''t see David anywhere and decided it was the perfect time
to leave. She made a mad dash for the door to only run into arge wall of muscle half way there. She
started to lose her bnce and someone held on to her waist preventing her from falling.
"Whoa easy there Wildcat," she heard an unfortunately familiar voice say with an obvious hint
of gloating and she grimaced with the even more confirmation that he remembered all too well that
night. She suddenly noticed how close together they stood and her body started to warm up. Sam
pushed herself away from him with the hope of not making a fool of herself. She looked up to him and
her heart skipped a beat when she noticed his breath taking smile.
"Excuse me," she muttered moving to the side so she could walk past him and towards the door
but he quickly moved in front of her and blocked her path.
"Now where you running off so quickly," he asked then grinned wickedly as he added, "again!"
She felt her throat tighten, her jaw dropped and her face turn a bright red not believing he had just said
that!
"I...I...am not running off, I am just leaving for lunch," she managed to squeak failing in her
attempt to sound confident.
"Really, what a coincidence so was I," he replied with an even bigger smile on his face now. Oh
My God, this can''t be happening she cried silently pressing her lips together. What the hell was he
seriously ying at?
"Good for you, now will you please excuse me," Sam shot back hoping to ry that she wasn''t
in the mood for whatever game he was ying as she moved to the side again but he moved with her
blocking her escape route again. She wanted to scream and tear her hair out in frustration.
"You know it would be great if someone showed me a good ce to eat," he told her,
amusement filled his voice.
"I am sure anyone else in the office would love to help you," she replied with a little bitterness in
her voice quickly moving for a third time only to be blocked by him again. Oh God, he is set out to make
a fool of me, she thought with a sinking feeling.
"Yeah I suppose they could but since none of them are leaving now that leaves just you," he
replied with a mischievous look on his face. She pressed her lips tightly together feeling herself starting
to get really angry.
"I really don''t think that is a good idea," Sam snapped with a re trying to make it clear she
had no intention of eating lunch with him.
"Well I do Wildcat," he teased and she flinched involuntarily as he used that nickname again.
He leaned slightly towards her then added in a whisper, "after all you kind of owe it to me since you left
without giving me so much as a kiss good-bye." Sam felt a horrible deep blush take over her face. She
opened and closed her mouth as a fish out of water feeling more embarrassed than she had ever felt
her entire life. Her gaze fell to her feet having no idea how respond him. "All I am asking is lunch" he
said and she looked up to him with determination to say no way but he had the silliest sad expression
on his face that caused a traitorous smile to spread across her face.
"Alright follow me," Sam relented but was silently cursed herself for giving up so quickly. Why
the hell did she smile back, he is only doing this to make a fool out of her, she scolded silently. He had
a stupid grin on his face as he held his arm out for her to take but she just walked passed him to her
car. There was no way she would touch him any time soon, she didn''t like at all how her body reacted
when she did, she need to keep herself logical. Logic was good.
The drive to the small diner where she always ate her lunch had never felt so long in her life. It
didn''t help at all that she could literally feel him looking at her the whole time. She tried hard to keep
her attention on the road as she kept expecting him to say something but he waspletely silent
which she didn''t know if that was a good thing or not. Either way she felt as if she was on the brink of
going insane when they finally arrived. Sam thanked God once more as she got out of the car.
"Dottie''s Diner," he asked looking up at the little diner.
"It may not have a menu like you have in New York but Dottie is the best cook in town," she
replied with a t tone walking towards the diner trying to put as much distance between them as
possible.
"Well that''s good enough for me," he stated closing the distance between them till he stood by
her side. She cursed mentally as he opened the door for her, the simple gesture made her stomach
twist and her pulse quicken.
"Good afternoon, Sam dear, what can I get you and your friend today," the middle age woman
asked putting emphasis on the word friend with arge grin on her aged face. She eyed David who
followed Sam like some lost puppy and sat at her booth right in front of her. Sam felt herself blush and
she pretended to look at the menu.
"He''s the new guy my dad has been excited about, Dottie this is David Andrews. Mr. Andrews
this is Dottie Sanders," she mumbled behind the menu.
"Please call me David, and it''s nice to meet you. I hear your cooking is the best in the whole
town," he told her and Dottie beamed with pride before turning to face Sam.
"Oh this one is a keeper," she said winking and Sam felt her face reach a brighter shade of red
as she buried her face further into the menu. Oh great, now rumors will start to fly, she thought grumpily
finally ordering a sd but she didn''t think she would be able to eat anything despite the fact she didn''t
eat anything that morning.
Her stomach was nothing but a mass of knots now and David justughed seemingly oblivious
of her suffering as he gave Dottie his order. Why did she ever let Tabby talk her in to that stupid
weekend, she pouted. Once she felt her face return to normal she lowered the menu from her face.
"So I am a keeper huh," he asked with his bright sexy smile and amusement written all over his
face. She covered her face with her hands trying to hide the awful blush that tinted her face a bright
red.
"This is not funny," she demanded between her fingers which only got him toughing again
and he leaned over the table.
"I actually think it''s hrious! I guess you''re not much of a wildcat after all," he mused and she
red at him. He was obviously not going to let what happened in New York stay in New York. It was
only a matter of time before the whole town found out. She was ruined; her life was totally over from
now on.