Page 10 of Down the Aisle
Yeah! I'll let you know if anything changes, but for now, let's put it down.
It's a date!
I mean, if that's what you want to call it lol. You don't want to date someone like me, you're too good!
Well, too bad you don't have a say in who I date lol.
Pretty busy schedule today?
Yeah, but busy means money, so I'm not complaining. Wbu?
It's a steady day.
Do you want me to bring you something between your houses so you can eat?
Oh no that's okay! You don't have to! I got my lunch packed for the day too but thanks. :)
Somehow, I doubted that very much, but I didn't feel like I could say anything because I didn't know if she was lying to me. So, I let it be, begrudgingly.
Alright, if you do want or need anything, I'm here, alright? I might be a little quiet today because I have to go out on some errands later, but I'll do my best to respond when I can.
Have a good day at work. :)
You too.
Tucking my phone away, I leaned back in my seat as I studied her scheduled houses for the day. She wasn't lying; she was very busy today. As bad as I felt for her, because it looked like she was going to be cleaning house after house after house for the nextsix hours, I couldn't help but feel grateful. Her being out longer meant more time for me to snoop around and do what I needed.
Speaking of which…
Where the hell is Max?
Of course, speak of The Devil, and he shall come.
Not even a minute after I thought about texting him, Max barged into my office with an unamused glare. "You gave me the wrong code," he deadpanned, flipping me off.
Barking out a brief laugh, I stood up from my desk and rounded it. "Or you could have punched it in wrong," I retorted, smirking at him smugly.
No, I gave him the wrong code to fuck with him, but I wasn't going to admit it. "How long did it take you this time, genius?" I asked with an innocent smirk, stuffing my hands into my pockets and leaning back against my desk.
Rolling his eyes, Max flipped me off—again—before going over to my liquor cabinet and grabbing a bottle of bourbon. "Considering how it'smysecurity system, it took me no time," Max remarked.
Popping the bottle open, he grabbed a glass and poured himself a heavy one while looking at me knowingly with a raised brow. "So, are you going to tell me what you need me for before or after I drink?" he questioned while swirling the drink around. "Or am I going to need the drink first?"
"Oh, come on, it's not like I'm asking you to do anythingtooillegal," I joked with a soft laugh, making Max roll his eyes harder at me. "Just need some cameras in someone's house, that's all. Not like we haven't done anything like this before." It wasn't a very common thing we did, but we had our fair share of breaking and entering to rig a place.
Leaning his head back with a confused frown, Max tentatively sipped at his drink. "Are you really that hung up over this Eliza chick? I mean, not to knock your tastes and shit,but she's boring," Max commented, his words slightly hollow from having spoken into the glass. "Literally, there isnothinginteresting about her life."
My chest heaved with a deep breath as I ran a hand through my dark locks, pushing them back. "There's just something about her, man." I could feel the corners of my lips pulling up into a dopey smile as I thought about Eliza's soft face. "I don't know how to explain it, but it's just a feeling." The mere thought of her always brought a flare of heat to my chest, as if someone tossed a match at my heart and lit it up in a blaze of passion.
"Holy shit." I faintly heard Max gasp. "Dude, are you okay? Did this girl drug you or something?" His concern was playful and teasing in nature, but it was genuine.
"No. God no. Nothing like that, but it honestly feels like she's giving me the best chase of my life. It's like a never-ending high." Shaking my head with a chuckle, I sighed happily and looked out the window for a moment. "That's what I mean, man. She's just…" Letting out a frustrated sigh at the nagging feeling gnawing at my chest, I looked back at Max. "I can't get her out of my mind. Every time I close my eyes, she's there. Everywhere I look, I see glimpses of her. And yes, there's technically nothing special about her. She's plain and boring, but I don't know. Something about that makes me kind of happy." I was beating around the bush now because I couldn't make heads or tails of my confusing feelings.
Clearing my muddled thoughts with a firm shake of my head, I looked back at my friend with a lopsided smile. "Sorry, probably not an answer to your question, but no, she didn't drug me." Even if it felt like it, or at least it felt like I'd been stabbed in the ass by Cupid. "I just… I don't know, Eliza is just perfect…"
Seems like I couldn't get past Max, though. "But?" he bit out with an urgency for me to spit it out.
"Just a gut feeling that she's not as simple as she seems." Maybe she had some kind of addiction or a strange personality trait or two. Perhaps that's what set off my caution radar.
