My Father's Best Friend novel Chapter 9

The week passed in a blur but somehow Lance found himself stuck on that Monday afternoon, arguing and teasing Andrea.

Putting his arm around her as they walk the short distance from the entrance of the café to his car...

Her sweet yet earthly scent, filing the small space between them inside his car...

Seeming to lose his concentration from the task at hand, a concentration that was never there, he checked his desk clock and made a little exaltation dance in his mind as he saw that the time was pretty acceptable for leaving. Packing his belongings that might be needed for the weekend, his phone rang.

"Hey, man," came the voice of his best friend, Simon, greeting him like they are only in their twenties.

"Hey, Simon," he greeted back.

"Ready for tonight?" asked Simon.

"Tonight?" Lance frowned and checked his planner and there it was, scheduled for the night, a Friday night drinking session with Simon.

"Oh, slipped my mind,"

"Did you make plans for tonight?" asked Simon, a hint of childish jealousy obvious.

"Oh for Christ's sake, my supposedly plan for tonight was eat, watch and sleep. I'm so happy you called,"

"That's great. So the usual, my treat, no girls,"

"Sure, say seven?"

"You got it, man,"

"Ok," and then Lance hung up.

Lance pocketed his phone and grabbed his leather bag before walking out of his office.

"Sir, you've got these on pending," Bianca called, halting him from his walk to the elevators. He turned around and made his way to Bianca's desk, right beside his door.

"Leaving early, sir?" purred his blonde secretary, Bianca, as she lean a bit closer to him as he sign some quick approvals.

Training his eyes on the papers, knowing that if he move it anywhere else, his eyes will see Bianca's provocative cleavage shown by her thin white blouse with the first three buttons open. He finished signing in silence, becoming aware of Bianca flirting, and straightened up quickly.

"Yes, I'm leaving early. And please, Bianca, wear your blouse appropriately," he said, casting a quick glance at her chest.

He turned around, only catching the first signs of blush explode on her cheeks and walked away like he did not just see a woman's cleavage. Lance would have gladly flirted back if it was any other day, or week, but given his newfound confusion in life, he cannot muster enough willpower to get himself bedded.

After an hour of lounging around his loft, Lance changed to a dark gray V-neck long sleeves and jeans and made his way to Mix's Cocktail Bar, His and Simon's favorite bar ever since he turned twenty-one, it was where Simon brought him the day he can legally drink.

Lance spotted Simon chatting with Mikhail, the bartender, and walked towards them.

"Give me whatever he's drinking," Lance said as he sat down beside Simon.

"Aye, aye," said Mikhail in a thick Russian accent the same time Simon said, "Hello,"

"Hello, too," Lance beamed at Simon, "How's life?"