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“Yes, please. Thank you.” She placed the receiver back on the hook.
She was as giddy as a school girl. She rushed down the hall to the bathroom, touched up her makeup, and sprayed on a little parfum. She checked her clothes and walked back to the front door. She paced back and forth waiting on Eric to ring the doorbell.
After a few minutes, the gentle ring of the doorbell startled her. She stopped cold in her tracks, took a deep breath, wrung her hands, exhaled again and opened the door.
Wow…she thought. Even in jeans and a sweater, he looked good.
“Hey.”
“Hi. Come in.” She stepped to the side and examined him as he walked past her. She closed the door and walked ahead of him into the living room. “I was having some tea, would you like a cup?”
“I’m not really a tea person.”
“Oh. Would you like something else?”
“You know what, I’ll try the tea.” He followed her into the kitchen and sat down.
“Would you like a macaroon?”
“No, thanks.” She placed the cup in front of him along with a spoon. “Thanks.”
She sat down and sipped her tea. “So…uhmm…”
He sipped his tea. “This is pretty good.”
“It’s one of my favorites.” They sat in silence for a few moments. “About the other night.”
“Stop.” He held his hand up. “I’m sorry. I misread things and I…”
“No, you didn’t.” His eyes got wide. “I was considering…I mean I had been thinking…”
He reached over and covered her hand. His gesture surprised her. “I know.”
“You know?”
“I know you’re not there yet, and that’s cool. However, I’m not sure I can be in relationship where there is no physical intimacy.”
She pulled her hand back. “I see.” She was wishing for something stronger in her tea right now. “So, this is over?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You pretty much did.”
He pushed his cup and saucer a few inches away from his hands. “I said I’m not sure. That doesn’t mean I’m not willing to try.”
“I’m confused.”
“I like you, Olivia. I like spending time with you, and I think you like me as well.” He looked down and saw her list. She caught him looking at the notepad and reached for it. “What’s this?” He grabbed it before she could.
“Nothing.” She tried to get it away from him, but he was too quick.
He read over the list and looked at her. “Financially, yes, I’ll be a good provider. I would like to think my training as a therapist would make me a good emotional provider. My practice is doing very well, and I’ve started writing my first book. As for my family, both of my parents are alive and healthy, and live in the city. My father is lead counsel for Smith, Tyson and Griggs, and my mother doesn’t work. Anything else?”
“No.” She folded her arms across her chest.
“Stop it.”
“Excuse me.”
