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It was a deep mahogany that was naturally long and thick, much to Lisa’s chagrin. It was the one thing she had always openly envied while I envied her perfectly tanned skin, her blond hair, and her boyish curves. She looked like a supermodel, the kind of girl every guy I’d ever met wanted. But me, I had too many curves and there was nothing boyish about them. Lisa and I could share clothes, but I was always stretching out her sweaters, and her skirts tended to be a little short on me.
I was not the kind of girl a guy like Mr. Handsome could possibly want. Yet, he was outside waiting for me.
I shoved my apron in my bag and tucked my blouse into my jeans. That was about as good as it was going to get.
He was still staring at his phone when I walked up to his table. I waited for him to notice me, a little reluctant to interrupt what looked like something important if his slight frown was any indication.
But then it took him so long to look up that I was beginning to feel like a fool. Other customers were staring, a couple of college girls whispering and pointing. I cleared my throat.
“Hey,” he said, that frown instantly disappearing as his eyes moved over me. “You ready to go?”
“Whenever you are.”
He immediately stood and slid that phone into his back pocket. “I’m parked out back,” he said, gesturing for me to lead the way.
There was a pickup truck and a BMW at the back of the parking lot. I assumed the pickup truck was his. I mean, it seemed like a reasonable assumption. He was a construction worker dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. So, I was more than mildly surprised when he walked to the Beemer.
He opened the passenger side door and gestured widely with his hand.
“You first, my lady.”
“Why thank you, sir.”
I climbed in, afraid to touch anything. The last time I’d ridden in a Beemer, I accidentally reset all the preprogrammed radio buttons. Granted, I was five, but it was still one of my least proud moments. So I sat on my hands until he opened the door. Then I pulled them out and clutched them in my lap, afraid he’d think I was odd if he saw me sitting on my hands like a five year old.
We drove in awkward silence for a few minutes. I didn’t know what to say. And he didn’t seem too inclined to lessen the awkwardness by saying something to break the silence. Before I knew it, we were pulling into the parking lot of a popular restaurant.
“Is this okay?” he asked. “Do you like pasta?”
“Sure.”
He got out of the car and came around to help me. He took my hand, and his skin was so soft, so warm, that thoughts I probably shouldn’t be having this early—like the thought of how nice that hand would feel on my belly, between my thighs—were surging through me until I had to bite my lip, hoping that little bit of pain would bring my thoughts back to the practical.
After we were seated, he ordered a nice bottle of red wine, and we both settled on the shrimp scampi. Suddenly, we were left staring at each other. I picked up my wine glass and sipped a little of the cool liquid, quite impressed with the dry, but not bitter taste.
“I guess you’re wondering why I invited you to dinner.”
“I was curious.”
He pressed his hands to the table and stared at them for a minute, as though he was nervous. Then he looked up at me, his eyes searching my face for a second.
“Do you remember when you filled out the paperwork for the application to work at Thorn Construction?”
I nodded.
“There was a nondisclosure clause in all of that.”
I remembered. I thought it was kind of odd that it would be included, but I signed it because I really wanted the job. The fact that he was bringing it up now made me wonder if this was more than just a simple date.
“The clause is still in effect even though you weren’t offered a job.”
“Okay.”
“So what I’m about to say to you, you can’t tell anyone without penalty.”
Apparently, I was wrong; this clearly this wasn’t a date. “Are you offering me a job?” It was the least I could hope for. Clearly, he wasn’t interested in me. I had known that part was too good to be true.
He tilted his head slightly. “You can think of it that way.”
But then he picked up his glass and took a deep swallow, emptying the glass with that one gulp. He seemed nervous, and I didn’t understand why. If he was offering me a job…
“I don’t even your name,” I said suddenly.
He looked up, his eyes widened. “I thought you knew who I was.” And then he laughed. “Now that makes all this even more awkward.” He reached across the table, his hand outstretched. “I’m Miles Thorn.”
My heart skipped a beat, as much from the name he offered as the hand that touched mine with strength and virility. Miles Thorn. Miles Thorn was CEO of Thorn Construction.
I’d thought he was just a construction worker.
At least that explained the BMW.
He poured us both another glass of wine—I hadn’t even realized I’d finished mine—and sat back again, his eyes studying me as though he expected some sort of odd reaction. I didn’t know what to say. I mean…damn,

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

Itu adalah mahoni mendalam yang secara alami panjang dan tebal, banyak kecewa Lisa. Itu adalah satu hal ia selalu terbuka iri sementara aku iri kulitnya sempurna kecokelatan, rambut pirang, dan kurva kekanak-kanakan. Dia tampak seperti supermodel, jenis gadis setiap pria yang pernah saya temui inginkan. Tapi saya, saya memiliki terlalu banyak kurva dan tidak ada yang kekanak-kanakan tentang mereka. Lisa dan saya bisa berbagi pakaian, tapi aku selalu membentang sweater, dan roknya cenderung menjadi sedikit pendek pada saya.
Saya bukan tipe gadis orang seperti Pak Tampan mungkin inginkan. Namun, ia luar menunggu saya.
Saya mendorong celemek saya di tas saya dan terselip blus saya ke celana jeans saya. Itu sekitar sebagai baik karena itu akan mendapatkan.
Dia masih menatap teleponnya ketika aku berjalan ke mejanya. Aku menunggu dia untuk melihat saya, sedikit enggan untuk mengganggu apa yang tampak seperti sesuatu yang penting jika sedikit kerutan di dahinya adalah indikasi.
Tapi kemudian membawanya begitu lama untuk mencari bahwa saya mulai merasa seperti orang bodoh. Pelanggan lain menatap, beberapa mahasiswi berbisik dan menunjuk. Aku berdeham.
"Hei," katanya, bahwa kerutan langsung menghilang saat matanya pindah saya. "Anda siap untuk pergi?"
"Setiap kali Anda berada."
Dia segera berdiri dan meluncur ponsel itu ke saku belakang. "Aku parkir di belakang," katanya, menunjuk bagi saya untuk memimpin jalan.
Ada sebuah truk pickup dan BMW di belakang tempat parkir. Saya berasumsi truk pickup adalah miliknya. Maksudku, sepertinya asumsi yang masuk akal. Dia adalah seorang pekerja konstruksi mengenakan jeans dan t-shirt. Jadi, saya lebih dari sedikit terkejut ketika ia berjalan ke Beemer.
Dia membuka pintu samping penumpang dan isyarat secara luas dengan tangannya.
"Kau pertama, Putri."
"Wah, terima kasih, Pak."
Aku naik di, takut menyentuh apa pun. Terakhir kali aku naik di Beemer, saya sengaja mengatur ulang semua tombol radio terprogram. Memang, aku lima, tapi itu masih salah satu paling momen bangga saya. Jadi saya duduk di tangan saya sampai ia membuka pintu. Lalu aku menarik mereka keluar dan mencengkeram mereka di pangkuan saya, takut dia akan berpikir saya aneh jika dia melihat saya duduk di tangan saya seperti berusia lima tahun.
Kami melaju dalam keheningan canggung selama beberapa menit. Aku tidak tahu harus berkata apa. Dan ia tampaknya tidak terlalu cenderung untuk mengurangi kecanggungan dengan mengatakan sesuatu untuk memecah keheningan. Sebelum aku tahu itu, kita menarik ke tempat parkir sebuah restoran populer.
"Apakah ini baik-baik saja?" Tanyanya. "Apakah Anda suka pasta?"
"Tentu."
Dia keluar dari mobil dan datang untuk membantu saya. Dia meraih tanganku, dan kulitnya begitu lembut, begitu hangat, bahwa pikiran saya mungkin tidak akan mengalami ini awal-seperti pemikiran tentang bagaimana bagus tangan yang akan merasa di perut saya, antara paha-yang saya bergelombang melalui saya sampai aku harus menggigit bibir saya, berharap bahwa sedikit rasa sakit akan membawa pikiran saya kembali ke praktis.
Setelah kami duduk, ia memerintahkan a nice sebotol anggur merah, dan kami berdua duduk di scampi udang. Tiba-tiba, kami tidak meninggalkan menatap satu sama lain. Aku mengambil gelas anggur dan meneguk sedikit cairan dingin, cukup terkesan dengan kering, tapi tidak rasa pahit.
"Saya kira Anda bertanya-tanya mengapa saya mengundang Anda untuk makan malam."
"Aku ingin tahu."
Dia menekan nya tangan ke meja dan menatap mereka selama satu menit, seolah-olah dia merasa gugup. Lalu ia menatapku, matanya mencari-cari wajah saya untuk kedua.
"Apakah Anda ingat ketika Anda mengisi dokumen untuk aplikasi untuk bekerja di Thorn Konstruksi?"
Aku mengangguk.
"Ada klausul menjaga rahasia di semua itu. "
aku ingat. Saya pikir itu agak aneh bahwa itu akan dimasukkan, tapi saya menandatangani itu karena saya benar-benar menginginkan pekerjaan itu. Fakta bahwa ia membawa itu sekarang membuat saya bertanya-tanya apakah ini adalah lebih dari sekedar kencan sederhana.
"Klausa yang masih berlaku meskipun Anda tidak menawarkan pekerjaan."
"Oke."
"Jadi apa yang saya akan mengatakan kepada Anda, Anda tidak bisa memberitahu siapa pun tanpa hukuman ".
Ternyata, saya salah; ini jelas ini bukan kencan. "Apakah Anda menawarkan saya pekerjaan?" Ini adalah yang paling saya bisa berharap untuk. Jelas, dia tidak tertarik padaku. Aku tahu bahwa bagian itu terlalu bagus untuk menjadi kenyataan.
Dia memiringkan kepalanya sedikit. "Anda dapat menganggap seperti itu."
Tapi kemudian dia mengangkat gelasnya dan meneguk dalam, mengosongkan kaca dengan yang satu tegukan. Dia tampak gugup, dan aku tidak mengerti mengapa. Jika dia menawarkan saya pekerjaan ...
"Aku bahkan tidak nama Anda," kataku tiba-tiba.
Dia mendongak, matanya melebar. "Saya pikir Anda tahu siapa aku." Dan kemudian dia tertawa. "Sekarang yang membuat semua ini bahkan lebih canggung." Dia mencapai seberang meja, tangannya terulur. "Aku Miles Thorn."
Hatiku berdetak kencang, karena banyak dari nama yang ia ditawarkan sebagai sisi yang menyentuh saya dengan kekuatan dan kejantanan. Miles Thorn. Miles Thorn adalah CEO dari Thorn Konstruksi.
Aku pikir dia hanya seorang pekerja konstruksi.
Setidaknya itu menjelaskan BMW.
Ia menuangkan kami berdua segelas anggur-aku bahkan tidak menyadari saya akan tambang-dan selesai duduk kembali lagi, matanya mempelajari saya seolah-olah ia diharapkan semacam reaksi aneh. Aku tidak tahu harus berkata apa. Maksudku ... sialan,