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“I accept and thank you.” He kissed her.

Chapter 15

Eric couldn't believe Olivia’s resolve. He just knew by now they would have had sex. He had given her every opportunity, and she had yet to give in. One year. That’s how long this strange relationship had lasted. He knew that because it was time for the Milford Gala. Olivia’s pet project. This year was going to be different. Instead of his crashing the event, he was attending as her date. In Olivia’s world, his escorting her was a huge statement. She was announcing to her world that he was her man, and with that came certain privileges and recognition.

He was very excited and impressed. He was about to get the notoriety he wanted without the added benefit of banging Olivia. He was impressed that he was able to get the big prize without having to sleep with her. She wasn’t really his type, but he never turned down sex.

He knew once the press saw him with her, his picture and name would become known in most of the prominent households in Manhattan. He had visions of his office being filled with powerful patients. His newfound notoriety was his ticket to fame. He envisioned lines of people at his book signings, and being called by the local and cable television producers asking him to appear as an expert. All of Manhattan was about to be rolled out for him in a few hours.

He hurried home, changed and rushed downtown to the venue. Olivia wasn’t this year’s entertainment chair. But, as a board member, she was still obligated to work the press line. Eric waited outside looking for Olivia. She suggested he meet her because she had some details to check before the event. He looked at his watch. It was getting late, and most of the guests were inside. He couldn’t understand what was keeping Olivia. He reached into his pocket for his phone and suddenly her face appeared on the screen. He pressed the button and she started rambling.

“Calm down baby. I’m outside, where…”

“I’m so sorry. A family emergency has come up and I’m not going to make it.”

“What?” He cursed to himself. This was supposed to be his time, his debut. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. It’s my mother. She fell and broke her foot and cracked her rib.”

He couldn’t be angry, it was her mother, and he knew how close they were. “What happened?”

“She was walking down the stairs, tripped on the train of her gown and fell. The doctor said it could have been worse. I already called Stef and told her I wasn’t going to make it.”

“Do you want me to…”

“I know how much you don’t like these things, but I need a favor. My folks were supposed to attend a function at church. With my mother incapacitated, I have to fill in for her.”

“Okay, where do you want me to meet you?”

“I need you to sort of keep an eye on things there for me.”

“I don’t know what I can do.”

“Sort of hold Stef’s hand and keep her calm.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to meet you?”

“No, thank you, Sweetie. I’ll call you when I’m on my way home, and maybe we can have a late dinner.”

“Okay.”

“Bye, thanks.” Click.

Eric cursed to himself. Instead of walking the red carpet on the arms of one of the most powerful socialites in Manhattan, he was playing her errand boy. He put his phone back into his pocket, walked inside, and searched the room for Olivia’s assistant, Stef. He walked around the venue and found her. She seemed to be doing a good job. No need sitting at Olivia’s table. It would be pointless without her. No one would care who he was without her.

He got a drink and found a seat at a table in the back. He sat sulking and watching the room. The only other people at the table were an older couple not paying him any attention. He leaned back in his chair nursing his drink. He reached inside his pocket and stroked the antique gold key. Then he looked at his watch. He resolved himself to stay another thirty minutes and then head over to La Porte Noir.

He pulled his phone out and began texting the concierge. “Excuse me…”

He looked up and his entire body became erect. The mouth those two words came from was attached to an incredible curvy body. He looked the dark-haired beauty up and down. She was gorgeous. The honey colored voluptuous woman was a sex dream come to life. She was even more beautiful than Jasmine. He immediately stood up.

“Yes.”

“Seems there was a mix up with my table. Is this seat taken?”

He was slow to respond. “I’m sorry.” He extended his hand toward the empty chair. “No…no one is sitting there.” He pulled the chair out for her and inhaled her parfum. She smelled like a spicy garden. She sat down and he pushed her chair in. The scent of her parfum traveled up his nose. She smelled incredible. Like a sinful treat he wanted to eat.

“Thank you.”

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