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“It is not a date. I just need someone to go with and you annoy me enough at work and I can’t deal with you at dinner too. It will raise questions and then people will start to think there is more going on between us,” I tease.
“In that case, I’m on your side and will do whatever is necessary to get her to agree.”
She sets the phone on speaker and dials Aura’s number. It begins to ring, and I look at Janine with a sarcastic expression.
“What?” she asks.
“You can go now.” I make a motion with my hands to get her to leave my office.
“Alright. Alright, I’ll leave but tell me if she says yes.”
“Hello.” Aura’s voice fills the room, and my cock strains inside my pants.
Fuck. Everything about that woman just does it for me.
“Hi,” I greet her.
“Hi.”
I’m nervous as fuck. For the first time in my life, I’m worried that a woman will turn me down when asking her on a date.
I clear my throat. “Hey, how is Lane doing?”
“He is fine. He is finishing up having lunch. How is your day going so far?”
“Good. I wanted to ask if you are doing anything later tonight.”
She pauses and my hands begin to shake, waiting for her to answer. “No, just making some bracelets that I have to get done to fulfill orders that need to go out while Lane watches TV.”
I slide the mouse on my computer and open the window to Aura’s website. I have bought all her bracelets since high school. All of them. I know it makes me a creep or a stalker or maybe even a weirdo, but they sell out pretty fast, and I started buying them all up when I could. I have cases of them. They are all made by hand. Her hand.
“I wanted to ask if you would go to dinner with me. I have a business dinner to go to tonight and I was wondering if you would go with me.”
Silence.
More silence.
“Aura?”
“Yes, I’m here. I would love to, Kalum, but I don’t have anything to wear.”
“That is not a problem. I can have someone pick you up and take you to pick something out and it will be on me.”
“I can’t let you spend money on buying me clothes.”
“Aura.”
“Yes, Kalum.”
“Please do this for me.”
She takes a deep sigh. I tap my fingers on the desk and realize my brow is beginning to sweat. I’m almost to the point of begging. The anticipation of getting her to agree is killing me.
“Okay. I’ll go.”
I fist-pump the air like a five-year-old that was just told he would get the latest game when it comes out.
“I’ll have my assistant pick you up within the hour, and don’t worry about Lane. I’ll have Camila watch him and send over new toys he can play with. We will be back late.”
