interested in you and I hand you my business card what would you do?”
This has to be a trick question, she thought. Or maybe it wasn’t. She’d listened to every word he said carefully. In her mind, there were too many ‘ifs’ and ‘yous’ for this not to really be about her. It was a stretch, but maybe he was actually showing his interest in her finally . Her mind was all over the place. Although in a way his question and the answer were simple, she couldn’t get past the possibility that he may have indirectly been trying to ask her out. She tilted her head slightly, staring back at him, carefully evaluating his question and how exactly she should answer. Enticingly she uncrossed her legs and adjusted the skirt she was wearing, almost inviting him to make a physical move on her right then and there.
“ Whoa” she took a deep breath before she answers, and decides it’s now or never. “Assuming the conversation was going exactly where I think it was, there wouldn’t have been much else you would’ve had to say,” she paused cautiously, inching towards him, “I would have done differently. Assuming you weren’t already coming home with me, I would have called you immediately ,” she stressed, “and more than likely hated myself in the best way come morning. Hypothetically speaking, that is.”
Expecting him to make the next move, she sat there, doe-eyed and wanting. He asked a question and she answered as honestly as she could, regardless of how it may have sounded. That’s what he wanted, right ? So a date, or some kind of request was sure to follow, she thought.
Far from being the case, with a sense of validation from her response the only word that fell from his mouth was, “Hmmm.”
She didn’t know what to say. What is ‘hmmm’ supposed to mean? she asked herself.
He hadn’t even noticed her adjusting her skirt or inching towards him, or her flirtatious tone. He looked back down at the business card he still held in his hand and walked right out of his office, leaving her sitting there embarrassingly unaware of what had just happened.
In his mind, all he wanted was a woman's perspective, affirmation that he was right. Now he had to get a second and final opinion, if for nothing else than the self-assurance that he was still on top of his game. In so many ways, he could be quite vain. If something didn’t play out the way he’d anticipated, whoever she was at the time had to be the problem, not him. In his mind, he was too good to say no to.
When he got this way, Jackson was the only one that would actually entertain his attempts to make himself more than whatever the situation was. Unfortunately, Jackson was about to get an ear full. He hadn’t been in his office long before Mason stormed through the doors. He had just returned from his two-week honeymoon in Bora Bora a part of the society islands of French Polynesia and wouldn’t have been in the office at all had he not had an important meeting.
There he was, however, regretting stepping foot in the building as Mason unloaded on him.
Chapter 7
“So what? She gave you her number,” Jackson said.
He didn’t understand why Mason was making such a big deal out of it. This wasn’t anything new for him; he’d gotten plenty of numbers before.
“What about her giving you her number is any different from any other girl that’s given you their number?” Jackson asked him.
Mason looked at him as if he hadn’t heard a word he just said. “Maybe the fact that she did it,” he argued.
“I think you’re making more out of this than what it is.”
“I’m not making it anything.”
“You’re obviously making it something because I’ve never seen you this bothered about one girl and one phone number before.”
Mason shrugged off his comment, thinking Jackson was being his normal analytical self.
“If you ask me,” Jackson continued, “I think you
This has to be a trick question, she thought. Or maybe it wasn’t. She’d listened to every word he said carefully. In her mind, there were too many ‘ifs’ and ‘yous’ for this not to really be about her. It was a stretch, but maybe he was actually showing his interest in her finally . Her mind was all over the place. Although in a way his question and the answer were simple, she couldn’t get past the possibility that he may have indirectly been trying to ask her out. She tilted her head slightly, staring back at him, carefully evaluating his question and how exactly she should answer. Enticingly she uncrossed her legs and adjusted the skirt she was wearing, almost inviting him to make a physical move on her right then and there.
“ Whoa” she took a deep breath before she answers, and decides it’s now or never. “Assuming the conversation was going exactly where I think it was, there wouldn’t have been much else you would’ve had to say,” she paused cautiously, inching towards him, “I would have done differently. Assuming you weren’t already coming home with me, I would have called you immediately ,” she stressed, “and more than likely hated myself in the best way come morning. Hypothetically speaking, that is.”
Expecting him to make the next move, she sat there, doe-eyed and wanting. He asked a question and she answered as honestly as she could, regardless of how it may have sounded. That’s what he wanted, right ? So a date, or some kind of request was sure to follow, she thought.
Far from being the case, with a sense of validation from her response the only word that fell from his mouth was, “Hmmm.”
She didn’t know what to say. What is ‘hmmm’ supposed to mean? she asked herself.
He hadn’t even noticed her adjusting her skirt or inching towards him, or her flirtatious tone. He looked back down at the business card he still held in his hand and walked right out of his office, leaving her sitting there embarrassingly unaware of what had just happened.
In his mind, all he wanted was a woman's perspective, affirmation that he was right. Now he had to get a second and final opinion, if for nothing else than the self-assurance that he was still on top of his game. In so many ways, he could be quite vain. If something didn’t play out the way he’d anticipated, whoever she was at the time had to be the problem, not him. In his mind, he was too good to say no to.
When he got this way, Jackson was the only one that would actually entertain his attempts to make himself more than whatever the situation was. Unfortunately, Jackson was about to get an ear full. He hadn’t been in his office long before Mason stormed through the doors. He had just returned from his two-week honeymoon in Bora Bora a part of the society islands of French Polynesia and wouldn’t have been in the office at all had he not had an important meeting.
There he was, however, regretting stepping foot in the building as Mason unloaded on him.
Chapter 7
“So what? She gave you her number,” Jackson said.
He didn’t understand why Mason was making such a big deal out of it. This wasn’t anything new for him; he’d gotten plenty of numbers before.
“What about her giving you her number is any different from any other girl that’s given you their number?” Jackson asked him.
Mason looked at him as if he hadn’t heard a word he just said. “Maybe the fact that she did it,” he argued.
“I think you’re making more out of this than what it is.”
“I’m not making it anything.”
“You’re obviously making it something because I’ve never seen you this bothered about one girl and one phone number before.”
Mason shrugged off his comment, thinking Jackson was being his normal analytical self.
“If you ask me,” Jackson continued, “I think you