Why now? Shit, he’s still as handsome as ever. He has no right to be so attractive at 40. Still those smouldering deep blue eyes. A full head of hair, in fact nothing on his body could be considered receding, which just make me hyper aware of my sparse forehead and now sorely lacking biceps. Who has time for the gym… honestly.

He sees me and saunters over taking the chair beside me.

“Should have guessed you would be up for this.” His deep voice does strange things to me, takes me back to happy days wrapped in his arms. Shit.

I nod too afraid to speak at this point. His gaze unapologetically shifts up and down my frame and I blush, knowing that Iv let myself go and I’m nothing like the young man he once knew. Once Loved.

“Still handsome though.” He stands and heads around the reception counter, suit pants tight enough to hug his toned buttox, and into one of the offices.

The ticking of the clock finally aligns with my heart beat as the second hand shifts on. I should not be here. If he is here that means I should not. Can I be here? Can I forsake my dream job due to previously crushed dreams? What hurts the most is it was I who did the rejecting. I who turned him away.

For him to posses such confidence to approach me with that bravado. But he was always so confident. My teeth dig into the inside of my bottom lip. I was always that jealous.Having now come face to face with him 20 years later , I honestly wonder where teenage me found the courage to reject such a fine speciman of a man.

I gulp as a woman steps from the door he enterered and announces my name.

Nope. This can not be happening. He’s probably in charge of HR. My grave is pre dug. I have no hope in landing this position, even with my spotless, polished resume.

As I step through the door and there he is, in the middle chair. His smile is… oh my god. Oxygen had never really been an issue for me until now. The woman steps around the right of the desk and sits beside him, he is flanked on the opposite side by a baulding man with glasses, early fifties.

He gestures to the seat before him, “Please, take a seat and we can get started.”