Mae
“You are not average,” Tyson said.
“Thanks. So, what did you major in?”
“Archeological Science and Business Administration,” he answered.
“Wow. Those seem to be on very opposite ends of the spectrum.”
He chuckled. “I suppose they are, but it has worked well for me.”
“Are you an archeologist?” I questioned.
He shook his head. “No. I own a few museums.”
I cocked my head to the side. “You own museums? Aren’t museums generally publicly funded?”
He shrugged one of his beefy shoulders. The movement lifted the sleeve on his right arm just a touch, giving me a glimpse of a tattoo on his other arm as well. Tyson. Tattooed. That was different. And hot. “There are quite a few that are public. Mine are for profit.”
He didn’t sound ashamed of the fact at all. “What kind of museums?” I asked with genuine curiosity. “I mean, what do you display?”
“I have a few different ones that specialize in different cultures. Egyptian, European, and I even have one down south that focuses on early America.”
I was impressed. “Wow. If you are not publicly funded, where do you get all your stuff?”
“I buy it.”
I knew what we paid for the things we bought and sold. “Wow. Do you buy your displays out of your own pocket?”
He nodded. “Most of the time. I do have some items that are on loan and some things that people own and want to show off. They get a little placard with their name on it and they get the attention they are looking for.”
“That is crazy. I never realized there was such a thing. How did you get into that?”
He smiled before taking a sip of his latte. “You know I have always loved history. Do you think it was by chance I befriended Patrick?”
We both laughed. “Because of my parents’ business?”
“Yes, although I’m kidding. I didn’t know what they did when Patrick and I first started hanging out. I have always loved history. It fascinates me. I love to see tangible evidence of ancient civilizations. I take the objects I get my hands on and find some story to pair with them. It makes it all more real.”
He was passionate about what he did. His eyes lit up and he had a tenseness in his shoulders that revealed just how excited he was about the subject. “Where do you get the stories?” I asked.
He shrugged. “We scour the history books and talk to locals. There are plenty of cultures where history and tradition are kept alive. They repeat the same stories over and over. Sadly, America isn’t really like that, we’ve found. It is so much harder to get a juicy story.”
“Because we’re new,” I said with a laugh. “We were just born.”
“Our culture, yes. I wish I could talk to the people that lived here before us.”
I smiled, just fascinated by the man. He was this big, burly guy with tattoos, and yet, he was an academic under it all. He was beauty and brains. I picked up my cup and very casually looked at his left hand, checking for a ring. I didn’t see one, nor did I see a tan line. The man had a very deep tan. If there had been a ring at any time, there would have been a mark.
“Interesting,” I commented when I realized I had been staring a little too long.
“What about you?” he asked, turning that blue gaze on me.
I gulped the warm liquid. “I went to NYU.”
He smiled. “You always said you were going to. What did you finally settle on? If I remember, you were between interior design, nursing, or something in fashion.”
I laughed, thinking back to my teen years. “None of those. I have a degree in public relations.”
“You are the one who talks to the public and tells a company what they should and shouldn’t do.”
I nodded. “Basically.”
“Where do you work?”
“For Patrick. The company.”
His eyes widened. “Oh. I didn’t realize.”
“Family business,” I said with a shy smile.
There was some more very generic small talk, keeping everything right at the surface. Neither of us seemed all that interested to delve into anything too personal. There were a million things I wanted to ask him but didn’t dare. For all intents and purposes, he was a stranger. I wouldn’t ask a complete stranger if he was single.
“I should probably let you go,” he said. “I’m sure you are busy.”
I wanted to tell him I had nothing more important than talking to him, but that would appear needy. “I am,” I lied. “I’ve got a meeting.”
“I would like to see Patrick,” he said. “I’ll come by again.”
“I’ll be there,” I blurted out before I had a chance to think about it. “I mean, I’m sure I’ll be there. I work there.”
He nodded, that sexy smile on his face. He got up and I followed him out before realizing he didn’t necessarily say he was giving me a ride back to the office. I didn’t want to be presumptuous. I started to walk away when he reached out and grabbed my hand. An electric shock raced down my spine. I turned to look at him, our eyes locking, and for one brief second, the world stood still.
“I’ll take you back,” he said before dropping my hand like he had been burned.
“Oh, uh, thanks,” I murmured.
I was still recovering from the touch. I climbed into the car and tried to act cool. I was sure I was failing miserably. When the car pulled to a stop in front of the office, I damn near bailed out.
“I’ll be back,” he called.
I watched the car pull away. It was only after he was gone that I stopped to think about the very unexpected visit. Obviously, he had something he wanted to talk to Patrick about and wasn’t comfortable telling me. I should have pressed him.
I should have asked him why he had appeared in our lives after all these years.
TysonIt had taken me the entire day to recover from my encounter with Mae yesterday. Seeing her had left me shaken.She was so much prettier than I remembered. She was gorgeous. Those eyes? My god, those green eyes were just stunning. She had filled out. A womanly figure with round breasts and a gentle flare at the hips.Her hair was a little longer than it had been back in high school. It looked silky and soft and perfectly touchable. She used to wear it back all the time. I remembered waiting for that moment at the end of the day when she would take it down and let it hang loose around her shoulders.Her smile was just as I remembered. She could light up a room or a man’s soul with that smile that reached her eyes, crinkling them at the corners. There was a softness about her that drew me in. She had a gentle nature, but I knew when poked, she could be very outspoken and a little scary. Thinking about those moments made me smile. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed her until I saw
TysonThe car pulled to a stop in front of my museum. I got out and headed inside. I walked toward the small office I kept in back. Alec was already there.He looked up from where he was sitting at the desk. “You’re here,” he said, getting to his feet.“Apparently,” I answered. “What’s up?”“I was just going over the latest numbers.”I raised my eyebrows. “And?”He grinned. “You know they’re good.”“Attendance up?” I questioned.“Slightly. I think once we get those new pieces on display and start doing some advertising, it will definitely go up.”I nodded. “That’s the idea.”“Did you talk to that guy, the one I gave you the card for?” he asked. He got up from behind the desk and moved to close the door. Once again, I got the impression he wanted to tell me something.“I did.”“Is he interested in selling?”“We didn’t get that far,” I said.He groaned. “Oh no. That good, huh?”“Actually, it isn’t bad. He’s out of town for a couple of weeks. When he gets back into town, we’ll talk.”“Di
MaeI was impressed by the cleanliness and organization the moment I stepped through the doors of the museum. I had been to plenty of museums over the years, but Tyson’s felt different. There was soft music playing, something that would have likely been the music of the ancient Egyptians. That was different and it did give a more immersive experience.I felt eyes on me and looked around, spotting Tyson about forty feet away. He was intently staring at me, making me squirm a little. He was wearing loose-fitting jeans with a black polo. It was casual and sporty and very hot. Once again, my eyes were drawn to his biceps. I wanted to know what the tats were. I wanted to know how many more he was hiding.When he started walking toward me, I realized I had been ogling him. Even now, my eyes were locked on his. I didn’t move. I didn’t look away and neither did he. I knew there were people around, but I didn’t see them. I didn’t see anything but the man stalking toward me, staring at me like
Mae“I’m going to call you, Mae.”The way he said it sent another shiver down my spine. I was treading on thin ice with him, but I didn’t care. I wanted to spend time with him. I wanted to get to know the man that had once been the boy I had a fierce crush on. “You better,” I said with a smile. “I know where you work.”He gave me a smoldering look that sent butterflies flitting about low in my belly. “Friday,” he said.I nodded and decided it was a good time to make a break for it before I said or did something stupid or embarrassing. I walked out of the museum, being careful not to trip or stumble and make a complete ass of myself.I made it to my car, got inside, and released the breath I had been holding. “Holy shit,” I breathed. “What are you doing, Mae? He’s trouble with a big, fat capital T.”Tyson was the forbidden fruit. He was the one man I couldn’t have. Patrick would never forgive me if I started dating his old best friend. One dinner did not constitute dating. I could enjo
TysonMy car pulled to a stop in the parking lot of the building where Mae lived. I wanted to do it right. I was going to go and knock on her door and the whole nine yards. I didn’t know what this thing was between us, but if there was a chance I could have something real with her, I wanted to treat her right. I had to treat her right or Patrick would want to kick my ass. Hell, he was probably still going to want to kick my ass.I got past the doorman and rode up in the elevator. When I knocked on her door, she was ready to go. I had to hold myself back. She was wearing a little black dress. It clung to her figure, showing off her shapely ass and the womanly curves.“Hi,” I said for lack of anything better to say.“Hi. I’m ready.”“Yes, you are. You look amazing.”“Thank you.”I was glad I had dressed in one of my nicer suits. I wore a jacket because the restaurant I was taking her to required it. I wanted to impress her with a nice dinner. I wanted to show her a good time with the ho
TysonMae’s parents were obviously a closed subject. “Are you involved with the business outside of promoting it?”She shrugged. “Somewhat. Patrick does the traveling. Because we deal with a lot of other cultures, we have learned the hard way they tend to take him more seriously than me.”I nodded in understanding. “It can be tricky.”“Do you search out your finds or do people come to you looking to sell?”“Both. I enjoy the hunt. I love searching for the items. I love traveling.”“Do you go out to the digs?” she asked.“I do,” I told her. “Not always, but when I get the chance to go out, I do. I like to verify the origin.”She sipped the wine. “Do you ever dig?”I smirked. “No. I don’t have the patience to jump through the hoops. I did a lot of volunteer work and got some hands-on experience, but I don’t think I could do it full time.”“I imagine it is very dirty work,” she said before bursting into laughter. “All right, that was pretty cheesy. But you know what I mean. I don’t think
MaeI sipped the Moscow Mule, slowly stirring it with my straw as I studied Tyson’s face. My brain was trying to see the boy I knew. I saw hints of that boy, but the soft, boyish features were gone. In their place were sharp, manly features.“You’re staring at me,” he said.“I just can’t believe you are here. Grown up. Like a real man.”He chuckled. “That tends to happen. It’s been what, fifteen years?”“Give or take a year.”“You’ve changed, too,” he said. “You’re all grown up. Like a real woman.”I smiled and sipped my drink. He had chosen a quiet lounge. It was dark with lots of amber lights that set a very romantic tone. I liked the privacy. I liked the quiet. It made it nice to have a conversation in a public place but without the need to shout over loud music.“Do you remember when we first met?” I asked.He cringed. “I don’t know if I remember the exact moment, but I remember when I noticed you.”I laughed. “When I begged you and Patrick to take me to the mall that one day? You
MaeThe waitress brought our fresh drinks. I noticed her smiling at Tyson. He handed her a fifty and told her to keep the change. She winked before walking away, purposely exaggerating the sway of her hips. “I learned some hard lessons after I got started in the business.”“What do you mean?”“Not only did people start noticing me for the wrong reasons, but I figured out I was not a good boyfriend.”I laughed. “You figured out, or you were told?”“Both. Relationships take work. They take time. The few girlfriends I did have let me know I was too reserved, too withdrawn. I wasn’t present literally and figuratively.”“I’m sorry,” I said but I wasn’t the least bit sorry. I was glad women didn’t want him. That was a terrible thing to think, but it was true.“It’s okay. I realized I didn’t have the energy to take care of a woman. I am barely capable of taking care of myself. A woman deserves better than me.”“That’s not true,” I told him. “Any woman would be lucky to have you.”He took ano