"You know, you never told me why are we here?" I ask him sipping on my coffee.

He stops cutting his pancake and sets down his knife. "Oh. I must have forgotten to tell you." He picks up his fork and takes a bite. He then takes another bite.

"Well?" He again looks at me with his eyebrows furrowed.

"What?" I roll my eyes at his goldfish memory.

"Why are we here? In California?" I ask him again.

"Oh yeah. I absolutely forgot." He wipes his mouth with the napkin.

"Remember the time I took you to the restau—"

"You mean that awfully expensive restaurant." I correct him.

He sighs loudly. "Fine. Remember the time I took you to the 'awfully expensive restaurant' without your permiss—"

"You mean kidnapping." I correct him again.

"That was not kidnapping!" He snaps at me and I start laughing.

"Yes, it was."

"No, it wasn't. I even apologized." He whines like a five year old.

"Just come to the point."

"Oh. Okay. And I asked your opinion about opening a new branch in England?" I hummed in response.

"And you said no?" I stop drinking my coffee.

"Yeah, I did." I look at him quizzically.

"Well, I realized what you meant." He gives me a small smile.

"And?"

"You, me, my dad and my mom are going to visit the California branch today. You wanted me to personally check the progress of the other branches before opening another branch, right?"

Wow. He took my idea into consideration.

"Yeah. That's what I wanted." I continue drinking my coffee.

I feel like that's not it. "Is there anything else?"

"Yeah. One of my father's friend is having a silver jubilee celebration of his company, the day after tomorrow and I am taking you as my date." He shrugs.

Oh. So I am going to a party as his date...what?!

"What? You didn't even ask me!" I snapped.

"Really? Oh okay. I am taking you as my date to a party." He takes a sip of his coffee.

"That's not asking! That's ordering!" I narrow my eyes at him. "Ask properly."

He sighs. "Elizabeth, will please accompany me as my date to a party? Please?" He puts stress on the 'e'.

That's so cute. I wish I could take a photo.

"Yes. I will." I give him a smile.

"Okay." He smiles back at me.

"So, what are we doing tomorrow then?" I ask him.

"If you want, we could visit your parents and then you go shopping for dress." I choke on my coffee.

He passes me a glass of water casually.

"You? We? Visit? My parents? You know I haven't talked to them for almost eight months. I think it would be better if I went there alone. Plus I think my father will have a heart attack if reached home with a...with a..."

"With what?"

"With a man." I whisper like it's a forbidden word.

"Still I am accompanying you. End of discussion." He says in his bossy tone.

Fine.

*****

' u know I was thinking about meeting this week'

This week? That's kind of not possible. I will still be in California.

We are currently going back to the hotel. I met Mr King Senior and Helen again when we had reached the company.

We discussed about it's progress, conducted meetings with all the employees and I ignored the glances Eric kept giving me. I also found that Helen had her first job here, when the company had just started and spilled coffee over Mr King Senior's shirt. Fate played it's game and tied them both in love.

Cute right?

Just like you and Eric...

We are nothing more than friends. But I find his behavior in the elevator and in the plane very weird. He made me feel things I never felt before.

And I like it...

I look at Eric who is sitting in front of me, busy on his phone.

My heart again starts beating wildly. It's like he heard my heart beat and looks at me. I turn to the window and look outside.

Wow. That's a nice view...

Why do I feel like this when he's around?

Ping!

' so what do u think Liza?'

' this week... I can't. I'm out of the state. Sry'

'then next week?'

' sure *wink* '

'so it's official. We're going to meet.'

'wait...how do we recognize each other?'

'hmmm...R u a girl?'

I mentally roll my eyes at his question.

' we've been talking to each other for almost three months and u r asking me this now? *eye rolls* '

Suddenly I heard a snort from the person in front of me. He must be probably watching those cat YouTube videos.

' sry pretty lady. I was joking. We'll think of something later. gtg.'

' fine. It's official we r meeting.'

Few days ago, when we were chatting with each other I found out that Rick also lives in New York. What a coincidence!

Who knows he could be anybody? Who knows I might have even met him but none of us realized it. He could even be the person sitting in front of me.

In your wildest dreams Beth....

Hey! A girl can dream you know?

The limo stops and we get out. I greet Mike on our way and reach the elevator. Eric swipes his key card and we enter the suite.

It's awfully quiet here...

"What—" I gasp as I am slammed to the door and Eric starts placing small kisses on my collar bone. My hand clutches tightly to his shirt and my head involuntarily tilts to give him more access.

He grazes his teeth on my neck and then bites my earlobe.

"I saw how you were staring at me, Liza." He whispers huskily on my ears.

"S–S–So–Sorr–Sorry Eric. It won't happen again." I stammer. My mind has stopped functioning properly due to our closeness.

"No! I want it to happen. I want it to happen every single day for the rest of your life. I am allowing you to stare at me as much as you want." He takes my hand off his shirt and holds it.

Wave of shocks pass through me as his big hands hold my small ones. He continues giving feathery kisses on my neck and soon the foreign sound flews out from my mouth.

My stomach starts giving out butterflies and knees soon give up but he grabs my waist.

I like how he makes me feel this way...

He leaves my neck and kisses my forehead. He trails down to the corner of my lips.

He looks into my eyes as if searching for some hesitation and then looks down to my lips. He leans forward and that's when we hear his phone ringing.

He groans loudly, gives a peck on my cheek.

"You better have a good sleep tonight because we're going to meet the parents tomorrow morning." He huskily whispers in my ear.

He takes his phone out of his pocket, walks to his bedroom and closes the door, leaving me in a confused mess.

Shit! I'm meeting my parents tomorrow.