Billionaire's Single Mom

“Hanson, a table for two,” Elijah said.

“Ah, no problem Sir. Your regular table, follow me,” the waiter said as he guided us through the tables to the back corner.

“Here is your menu, and for you Sir,” the waiter said as he handed us each a menu and headed off.

I found myself spoilt for choice, the range of burgers was extensive and had whatever you wanted.

“So, what do you fancy?” I said to Elijah.

“Would you believe me, if I said I didn’t even know what my favorite burger was?” Elijah asked.

“Okay, I’m a burger expert. I’ll choose two, and we can share if that is okay with you?” I replied.

“I’m totally fine with that,” he said. “Order anything you want. Go wild!”

I laughed, enjoying him already. “Well, I think we’ll go healthy. Let’s get the Spicy Veggie Burger, and for the meat loving part of us, we’ll go for the High Stack Triple Cheeseburger, with sides of Cajun curly fries and a salad. Mmm, and for drinks, we’ll have Choco-Nana Shake and a Rusty Root Beer,” I read from the extensive menu.

“Well, I don’t know what it is, but it sounds good,” Elijah said as he locked his eyes onto mine. When the food arrived, the table was already crammed full of entree snacks, and glasses. I wasn’t sure we could finish all of what was before us, even the milkshake looked like a meal in itself.

“So, what do you want to know about work?” I asked Elijah.

“Just a rundown of what we do, and how we have been performing while I have been off.” His hair was nice and his light blue eyes made me feel warm.

“Well, we had the new client come on board, and they are up to speed with their containers on a daily basis, all other operations are performing as expected and sales are up 23 percent for the month, 17 of which are because of the new client,” I explained.

“Well everything sounds like it’s running as it should, enough of work, tell me about yourself,” Elijah said with a smile. I wanted to stay here with him for a long time.

“So, you had an ulterior motive all along then hmm?” I asked with a fake, stern face.

“Not at all, I just decided I didn’t want to waste a nice evening with a beautiful woman talking business," he replied as a gentleman.

Wow, the change was unbelievably good.

“Ah, there is one thing I need to ask you about the business,” he said as he ate a curly fry.

“Shoot, ask anything,” I replied.

“I got the impression when I was walking around the shipping department, that a lot of the staff felt awkward talking to me, why is that?” he asked with a concerned look on his face.

“Well, on occasions, you have been a little offish with people, and they have been on the wrong end of a temper tantrum,” I explained.

“Ah, how often did this happen?” he asked as his brow furrowed.

“Let me think, and don’t be surprised when I tell you, okay? We work five days a week, so that would mak

e it, every day," I answered in honesty.

“You mean every day I’m a douche bag to someone?” he asked.

“Simply put, yes.”

“My God, what sort of person was I?” he asked.

“Well, to many of the staff, you were not very nice at all,” I replied.

“I’ll have to make it up to them somehow. I can’t go back to being like that.”

“So how did I treat you before my accident; shit, don’t tell me I was the same to you?” Elijah asked as he buried his face in his hands. “I had no idea, and I’m sure even Peter doesn’t know, or at least he isn’t saying it, if he does know it.”