Endless Obsession – Episode 8
Episode 08
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⚘Poppy⚘
When the elevator dings, Liv and I step through the door.
I turn and lean against the mirrored wall and ask, “When do you and Tony leave?”
“Seven in the morning. Our flight takes off at nine-thirty.” Liv gives me a radiant smile. “Is it normal to be so nervous and impatient at the same time?”
I can’t help the smile that creeps up on my face. In the short time we’ve known each other, I consider this woman more than just a friend; she’s my sister in heart.
“Perfectly normal. I expect a phone call from you at least once while you’re there to tell me the good news.”
“You know there’s no way I would be able to keep it from you. But it may be a few hours after he asks that I get to call. I won’t be able to hold off jumping him long enough to call you.”
I chuckle. “Completely understandable.”
The elevator dings again and the doors open. We both wave at Jared and Nathan as we pass by them, but Nathan doesn’t even look up from the bank of monitors he’s facing.
“You both have a good weekend,” Jared calls out.
“You too, Jared,” I reply. “Tell Margaret I’m thinking about her. Have a good weekend, Nathan.”
Nathan finally looks up with his probing gaze and grunts his response. He’s a weird character.
We walk out to the parking garage and I stop by Liv’s car to give her a hug.
“Have fun this weekend. Make sure to call me.” I kiss her cheek and take a step back.
“You know I will.”
And I have no doubt she will. Even if Tony wasn’t proposing to her, she’d still have a good time. That’s just the type of person Liv is. She can make any situation better with her outgoing and outrageous behavior.
“Are you still going on your date this weekend?” she asks as she unlocks her door and throws her purse inside.
“Yes. Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because your mystery man has come forward.”
“He really hasn’t come forward. I still have no idea who he is.”
I reach inside my purse and pull my keys from an inside pocket. I spy the small list I made last night of the few things I need to pick up on my way home.
“True. I wasn’t sure since he contacted you…” She trails off, not finishing her comment.
I shrug. “It could just be a fluke thing, and I may never hear from him again. I’m not going to stop dating because he deemed it time to make a move.”
“But you’ll at least give him a chance, right? I mean, at least see who the guy is, Pop.”
“I don’t know yet. We’ll see if he texts me again, and I’ll go from there.”
We hug one more time before I walk to my car, which is several rows over. It’s an old blue Monte Carlo my granddad bought my dad when he turned sixteen. It was my dad’s pride and joy, up until the day he died. Besides my mom and me, my dad loved that car more than anything else. I loved it too. My dad let me drive it on occasion, but only while he was with me. He kept it in perfect condition, inside and out, and always told me it would be mine one day when he passed away. Neither of us knew it would be so soon. As much as I love my car, I’d give it up in a heartbeat to have him back.
I slide my tush on the cool black leather seat and start my car. It growls to life, the sound echoing through the parking garage. It’s not the typical muscle car rumble, but more like a soothing sound of thunder far off in the distance. I still get a thrill every time I crank it over, followed by a more profound sense of sadness and nostalgia. I miss my mom, but me and my dad had a special bond. He used to call me his Poppy Seed. We did everything together, even after I left for college. Every chance I got I was home, or he would come pick me up and we’d do lunch.
Mom came along too sometimes, but she knew those lunch dates were special for us, so she let us have our time together. He was a bear of a man and his hugs were crushing, but I cherished every single one of them. Sadness nearly overwhelms me, but I push it aside, not allowing it to pull me under.
I pull out of the parking garage and steer my car away from the city. The Atlanta traffic is killer, especially on a Friday, but I love working in the city. However, you couldn’t pay me enough to live here. I like my peace and quiet too much. I need that solitude once the work day is over.
I pull into the parking lot of a small grocer just outside the city. Grabbing a cart from outside the entrance, I take out my phone, earbuds, and shopping list from my purse and set it in the front. As I walk into the store, I pop in an earbud and hit play on my favorite playlist. Adam Levine starts singing in my ear as I walk the aisles,
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throwing stuff in my cart, and crossing off each item as I go for the next on my list.
I grab my favorite cereal, Cracklin’ Oat Bran, and drop it beside the Sun Chips.
The cereal may look like cat food, but it tastes freaking divine.
I tap my fingers on the shopping cart bar to the beat of the music. I’m in my own little world. My music goes with me everywhere. If I’m alone and don’t necessarily need to know what’s going on around me, I always pull up my playlist because music soothes the soul. I learned that while I was in my depressive state after losing my dad, my mom, and dealing with the heartbreak of leaving Grant after finding out he was cheating on me. It was one of the only things that helped me cope.
And now, due to said music in my ears and my lack of attention, I turn the corner to the next aisle and ram my cart into the heels of a man who mutters a curse, causing me to wince.
“Oh my God. I am so sorry,” I say, yanking the earbud from my ear.
The guy that was unfortunately in my destructive path turns around. For a split second he pins me with a glare, before we both realize who the other is.
“Oh! Hey, Poppy.”
“Hi, Eric.”
Eric is one of Silver Technologies’ most valued design gurus. From what I can tell, Mr. Knight is more than just a boss to him, he’s also a close friend. There’s been several times I walked into Mr. Knight’s office to see them not only working, but laughing at something one or the other said. I’ve also heard them a few times making plans for after work. Eric has always been more open and friendlier than
Mr. Knight. He smiles at me and will stop and make small talk with both Liv and I on his way to Mr. Knight’s office. I’ve always enjoyed his company.
Mortification floods my face at unintentionally attacking him with my cart. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t watching…”
“Don’t mention it. I shouldn’t have been loitering at the end of the aisle.” He smiles at me and some of my embarrassment fades away.
“I didn’t know you shopped here,” he says, looking in my cart.
“Uh, yeah. I live a few blocks from here. It’s more convenient than trying to fight for a parking spot at one of the chain stores.
I look down to what he has in his hands and heat creeps up my face again at the box of Magnum XL condoms. Seeing my blush, he follows my line of sight. Pulling up my big girl panties, I look back at him to find him smirking at me.
“Any plans for the weekend?” he asks.
I don’t know if he’s purposely trying to embarrass me, or if it’s just an innocent question, but the implication isn’t lost on me.
Before I can stop myself, I blurt out, “It’s obvious you do.”
My hand slaps over my mouth and my eyes go wide.
Shit. I need to take my own advice and learn to use a filter in public.
He chuckles, his eyes dancing in merriment. “That I do.”
“Sorry,” I mutter and start picking at a sticker a kid must have stuck on the bar of the cart.
“No worries, Poppy. Se.x is a natural thing.”
“I still shouldn’t have said that. It’s none of my business.”
“It’s not, but it really doesn’t bother me. Actually, I’m kind of glad you did.”
I glance up at him, my brows pulled down.
“It brought a lovely little blush to your face,” he explains. “You should do it more often.”
“Blush?” At his nod, I wrinkle my nose. “No thanks. I try to avoid any and all embarrassing moments as much as possible.”
He laughs again, causing wrinkles to form at the corners of his eyes. I’ve never really noticed before, but Eric has a nice laugh. Actually, everything about him is nice. From his dark brown hair, high cheek bones, chocolate colored eyes, and his tightly muscled body. Of course, I’ve never seen his body, but anyone could tell from the way his dress shirts mold across his chest that he does indeed have a nice one. I’ve already discovered he has a nice personality and a good sense of humor. As the work day just ended, he’s still in his work attire, minus the tie, which I’m sure he took off as soon as he got to his car.
“Back to my original question. Any plans this weekend?”
I nod. “I do, in fact. I have a date this weekend.” I stuff my earbuds back into my purse. I’m done shopping anyway.
“Nice,” Eric says. He holds the box of condoms up, jiggling it. “Well, I better get going. As you’ve already guessed, I have plans myself, and I have a few more things to get.”
Face flaming hot once more, I bid him good-bye and he turns and walks away.
That was strange.
Just as he turned, I could have sworn I saw a flash of something in his eyes. I’m not sure what exactly, but it made me shiver.
Shaking off the feeling, I push my cart to the front of the store to check out. It doesn’t take the cashier long, as I only got a minimal amount of items. I hate grocery shopping. It’s tedious and if I didn’t have to eat, I wouldn’t do it.
I’m at my car, loading the few bags in the trunk and getting ready to pick up the twenty-four pack of water, when Eric’s voice stops me.
“Let me get that for you,” he says as he effortlessly picks up the heavy load and sets it in the back of my car, making sure to avoid squishing the other items.
“Thank you,” I reply, and close the trunk with a slam.
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“No problem.” He smiles, showing off a set of bright white teeth.
He just stands there, and I’m not sure what else to say, so I nervously jiggle my keys in my hand. I don’t do well in awkward situations, and this shouldn’t even be one, but that’s the way it feels. I don’t associate with people from work outside of the office,except for Liv. It’s not that I’m stuck-up, I’ve just never really been given the opportunity. If there are work functions, they’re usually in the office, and because of that, it’s normally work we talk about. Seeing Eric outside the office seems strange; it’s easier to talk to him at work.
“Hey, I’ve been wanting to ask if you wanted to go get dinner sometime?”
Caught off guard by his question, I stand there like a moron and stare at him. After several seconds, my eyes land on the bag that he’s holding, reminding me of what he was buying inside. It puts a sour taste in my mouth, knowing he’s asking me out when he just bought condoms to use with another girl. I wouldn’t have thought Eric would be the type, but it just goes to show how little us women actually know about men.
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“In light of what you were just buying, I’ll have to decline, but thank you.” I’m sure Eric doesn’t miss the look of disdain I can’t hide from my face before I turn away from him to walk to the driver’s side door.
“Wait!” he shouts from behind me. Disappointed that Eric would be classified in the douchebag category when this whole time I thought he was a good guy, I turn to face him. He’s rounded the car and is now standing directly behind me.
“Can I tell you a secret?” he whispers, leaning closer.
Not sure where this is going, but wanting it over with, I nod.
“They aren’t really mine,” he says sheepishly.
“What?” I ask, confused.
“These.” He holds the bag up that has a few other items in it besides the box of condoms.
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Endless Obsession
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