Breaking The Routine

The next morning David woke up with a yawn. With his eyes still closed he rolled over searching for his wildcat with an arm, he needed to feel her body against his again, but he realized he was in the bed alone. He sat up confused and looked around the room seeing no sign of her. Her clothes were not where he threw them and the night stand didn't have a note.

            He fell back on the bed with a pit in his stomach and an ache in his chest he never felt before. Did she really just leave without say anything? He couldn't believe it. He groaned loudly realizing that he had been played. She was just like the rest, only looking for a bit of fun, a one night stand. That nice girl act was just that, an act. He threw the sheets off of him grumbling as he got up off the bed and into the bathroom.

            He turned on the shower, wondering how he could be so stupid. Once under the steamy water the events of last night passed through his head and he felt his body react to her memory. He scowled demanding to himself to forget about her. At least she gave him a good time, he thought with a nasty smile. He shut off the water wrapping himself in a towel as he heard his phone ring. "What," he barked in answer.

            "Wow, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," Mark joked with a laugh.

            "Worse, woke up alone," he replied moodily.

            "Ouch, got played did you?" Marked asked keeping his teasing tone.

            "Yeah something like that, you want something," David snapped not in the mood to be messed with.

            "Wow, she must have been something to get you that bitchy!" Mark continued barley keeping his laughter under control.

            "I am glad you find this whole thing amusing but I am about three seconds from hanging up on your ass," David threatened.

            "I am sorry man; let me treat you to a late breakfast." Mark replied trying to keep the amusement out of his voice but David heard it all the same.

            "As long as we are going someplace good," he said pointedly.

            "Okay how about the little coffee shop off 1st and 3rd," Mark asked and David agreed telling him he would be there soon then snapped the phone shut. He dressed quickly and gave one quick look around the room hoping to see a note that he could have possibly missed but of course didn't see anything.

            Mark sat at the little café with a coffee and cinnamon roll already. He wore a nasty smirk on his face when he saw David arrive. "There is the little broken heart now," Mark teased and David glared at him.

            "Say that again and I am going to make you the little broken nose," he growled and his friend tried to stifle a laugh. "I am not broken hearted anyways, just pissed that she left." He added before he gave the waitress his order moodily ignoring the fact she was practically drooling over the both of them. He was done with women; they weren't worth the trouble that was very clear to him now. "So why are you so interested in my night? Trying to hide the fact you went home alone," David sneered nastily but Mark just looked as smug as ever.

            "A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell," he stated with an arrogant air but David laughed bitterly.

            "Since when are you a gentleman? It's okay, I get it you can't admit you got shot down, I understand," he goaded his friend knowing just how big and sensitive his ego was.

            "I did not get shot down!" Mark snapped now frowning as David wore an expression of disbelief. "I did take her home with me last night," he insisted then his smug expression suddenly returned. "And I even got a good morning kiss too," he finished with a evil smile and David was the one that frowned now realizing he just walked into that one.

don't have anything to say now, Davey," Mark teased. He glared at his friend wondering if he should knock that smug look on his face or not but the waitress brought David's breakfast and he decided against it. "Okay, okay, I will leave it be," Mark said finally holding his hands up and David nodded hating to have to beat the crap out of his friend on his last day in town. "I will just say

they came from, that may be why she left," he explained obviously trying to smooth over the situation but David didn't feel very soothed as he took a drink of his coffee. What he felt was incredibly jealous of his best friend. Usually it was David that got the upper hand where women were concerned but today Mark got to know her name, when she was leaving

  Two hours later David stood at the airport with

          "Going to be hard to have fun at all without you man, then

his terminal he noticed they were now boarding so he made his way towards the stewardess. She took his ticket as she roamed his body with her eyes and gave him a flirty smile. Wildcat's smile is better; he found himself thinking

      How did she get under his skin so fast, David asked himself as he made his seat. He didn't understand it at all; no woman had ever done so to him. He

David arrived in Illinois but had a hell of a time trying to find the little town where he was supposed to go, not even his cab driver knew where it was. Nearly three hours after he had landed did he finally find the tiny town and his even smaller hotel. He collapsed on the small hard bed, exhausted. The evening was setting in and even though he had barley eaten in the whole day the only thing he wanted to do was try to get some sleep. What a god damn day, he thought bitterly. He was quiet sure that today had been the worst day of his life yet and was convinced that it

woke feeling stiff with his restless sleep. With a sigh of frustration he got up from the bed and prepared for his first day in the small accounting company. Peter's Accounting, if he remembered correctly. They were small but the place showed real promise. His father had said a lot of great things about Albert Peters

out of the hotel with determination to make today a better day, got into his rental car, hoping when he got off of work his own car would arrive. Then of course he would

the tiny parking lot of the building where he now worked David noticed he was a good half hour early. At least something goes as planned, he thought bitterly as he got out of the car. He really wanted to make a good impression on Albert Peters. This was

white building. It didn't seem too impressive on the outside but he knew better than to

    "Good morning, how my I help you?" A plump elderly woman asked him as soon

his hand and David nodded and shook the man's held out hand. "Good, we're glad to have you here. I am Albert Peters and this is Agatha Simpson," the man began then turned to the woman.

that Mrs. Simpson

Mr. Peters replied leading him ithrough the small building. He introduced David to the small staff.

if expecting something and he was just about to ask her exactly what she was expecting when Mr. Peters returned and ushered David to his office where he began to discuss the ins

on the more important accounts and got up to called someone to his office then returned back to his seat. Shortly after David heard someone else enter in the office. "Good Morning Mr. Peters. I have the morning's duties here for you as well as some documents that you need to look at," he heard a female voice

Andrews. David this is my secretary and daughter Samantha Peters," Mr. Peters said sternly and he turn his attention to the woman. It was all he could do to keep his face in a calm business like expression as he saw indeed it

        "It's nice to meet you Mr. Andrews. We are excited to have you here," she said but he could note

       "Thank you, I am glad to be here," he said taking her hand in a polite hand shake with a slight smile noticing how nervous she was. She quickly pulled her hand from his and turned her attention toward her father. David fought off the smile that was fighting to break out across his face. It looked like his luck was finally starting to change, he thought. He couldn't believe out of all the women, Wildcat happened to live and work right here. He watched her speak with her father with amusement, she was clearly making ever attempt to

out what kind of woman she was and just how close she was with her father. The last thing he needed was for her to run to her father to get him fired. "Nice to meet you Samantha, I look forward to working with you," David stated once she had finished,

in making his plans. But he had progressed far in learning about what type of woman Wildcat or Samantha Peters was. David admitted he was surprised when everyone described her as the quiet goody-two shoes type of woman, apparently she never did anything

           He wondered bitterly if that was the reason to her trip to New York. To break her little boring routine and he was the perfect tool to

to watch her file some papers. She definitely was much more conventional from how she looked in New York but he still found

            "Well I do say it is about time for lunch. Go get yourself something to eat David," Mr. Peters announced at noon breaking David

he was nearly be run over by none other than Wildcat herself. Yep, his luck was changing for the

      "Whoa easy there Wildcat," he told her the edges of his mouth curling into a little smile but was inwardly disturbed by how his body reacted to her closeness. He was relieved and disappointed at the same time when she quickly pushed herself away from him looking very flustered. She looked up at him with those gorgeous eyes of hers and sent ripples of excitement through his body. He cursed

"Excuse me," she muttered and started to move around him obviously wanting to get far away from him as possible but he refused to let her get away

"Now where you running off so quickly," he asked then grinned wickedly as he added, "again!" He barely could contain his laughter as she turned a bright shade of

running off I am just leaving for lunch," she said with a frail squeaky voice. This was going to be a