" Why?" asked Chris. Amaya shrugged her shoulders.
"You girls," Chris shook his head from side to side. "Always accusing a brother of doing you dirty, but you probably don't even have proof. Do you?"
Amaya looked at Chris confused. She wanted to tell him, I overheard him in his office fucking some trailer park trash looking bitch and because she saw him speed out of the parking lot at the same time they were supposed to go to lunch. Instead she said,
"It's a woman's intuition, I don't expect you to understand."
"No, I get it, I've heard of that before; I do have a mother and sisters." Chris looked down at his watch, and then up at Amaya. She looked so fragile to him. He looked at her caramel complected skin.
He always thought that she was an attractive young lady. Tall, slim, well proportioned, without much effort. She was always well-groomed, manicured nails and toes, hair in a bun, with side swooping bangs. He never realized how much of a natural beauty she was.
She was the quiet type that kept to herself, and she dressed in a very mature, classy way. She never showed too much skin or cleavage. Maybe that's why he had always overlooked her. Chris had always gone for the chicks who looked in his direction. The more aggressive types, the ones who needed to be the center of attention.
Always gorgeous girls, he never really dealt with anyone he couldn't show off as a trophy. Chris was kind of shallow in that department. He was a sucker for beautiful women, but not the relationship type. He had been hurt once, and never wanted to feel that type of pain again. So he didn't mind dating a girl who didn't know her left from right. Bimbos and airheads, as his mother and sisters would refer to them.
He knew that whoever he decided to put his dick into that particular night wouldn't be around for the long haul. And he was okay with that. He was really content the past few years dating various women, some one hit wonders, others who might make multiple appearances. But lately these past few months, once he hit thirty five, he was starting to feel different.
He was starting to see these chicks in a different way. They were actually starting to annoy him with their bimbo like ways. He often times wondered if it was just all for show, or if these girls seriously lived in La La Land.
Either way, he was pretty much over it. While his man, Dr. Omari, was the complete opposite of him. Chris used his index and middle finger to pick Amaya's chin up so she could look him in the eye.
They gazed into each others eyes for what seemed like an eternity, but was literally fifteen seconds.
"Cheer up, you are too pretty to be moping around this place. You are the face of this office. I hired you because your smile lights up the room. The patients love seeing your face as soon as they walk through the door."
Amaya started to blush and grin a little. She wondered if he was feeding her bullshit, though. All the time that she has worked here, and it just now seems like he has noticed.
Either way, she needed the comfort of a man at that moment. Unfortunately, she needed the attention of a man to validate her.
"That a girl, it's all right to smile, such a pretty smile."
"Thank you," Amaya said as she laid her hand on his left knee.
"Really I mean it," she said, glazing into his eyes. She took a deep breath.
