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I was speechless—rare but possible.
“Oh,” she added before she gave me a shove through the door. “Kurt was at the fashion show and so was I. It was brilliant.”
“Thank you,” I whispered as I tumbled into the office of Prince Charming.
Could my life get more awkward?
I was about to find out.
Chapter Seven
Kurt was silent as I seated myself in the leather chair on the opposite side of his desk. The room was very masculine yet tempered with gorgeous crystal vases filled with roses of every color. I wanted to snap a photo, but didn’t dare. I carefully memorized the largest arrangement and stored it away in my head. The next caftan I created would be covered in roses. I’d name it, The Kurt.
The furniture was leather but had lovely velvet floral accent pillows. Kurt’s desk was an antique mahogany wood. I loved it. Everything about the space was warm and inviting.
“I’ll be with you shortly,” Kurt said, sounding businesslike as he reviewed the paperwork Cha-Cha and I had filled out.
My mind raced. Did I throw caution to the wind and tell him I wanted to take him on a date? That was risky. He had every right to reject me after my atrocious behavior. Or maybe I’d drop to my knees and apologize for being a colossal idiot? Neither of those options sounded right.
Shit.
I watched him closely as he read what I’d shared with his mother. I was such a wreck I couldn’t even recall what I’d told Cha-Cha. I hoped to Hell and back she hadn’t written down all the crap about playing ding-dong ditch. He’d think I was insane.
Wait.
I was slightly insane and so were all my nearest and dearest. If Kurt thought ringing and running was infantile, he could suck it. I didn’t need a judgey man. I was amazing according to all my friends. I didn’t necessarily believe it, but who was I to argue with a bunch of smart and stylish people?
The silence was killing me. I couldn’t for the life of me remember if Cha-Cha was taking notes when I waxed poetic about having ghosted the one. Honesty was bullshit. Coming here today was Karma kicking my ass hard. The wine cooler in my pocket screamed my name.
“Umm… this is kind of awkward,” I finally blurted out, unable to take the quiet.
Kurt raised his eyes from the paperwork and glanced up at me. Damn, he was hot. “How so, Johnson?”
“I ghosted you.”
He nodded. “You did.”
I reached into my pocket and gripped the strawberry cooler for confidence. “Would you like to discuss that?”
“Would you?” he inquired with a hint of a smile on his absurdly kissable lips.
I squinted at him. “Do you always answer a question with a question, Kurt?”
The man of my dreams put his elbows on his desk and rested his chin in his hands. His blue eyes twinkled mischievously. Was he flirting or was I crazy? Well, it was a given I was nuts, but I was pretty sure the man was flirting.
“Normally, no,” he replied to my question. “I’m just trying to figure you out, Johnson Jones. You’re quite the mystery.”
I closed my eyes and bit down on my lips so I didn’t tell him that I could fall for him in a heartbeat. That was a lie. I was pretty sure I’d already fallen. What a freaking disaster.
Our meet-cute had happened exactly a month and six days prior in the produce section of Whole Foods on a Saturday at 12:07PM. I’d checked my watch so I could record the momentous occasion in Dear Diary. He’d commented on the size of the grapefruit I’d tossed into the cart and I’d complimented his bananas. The conversation could not have been more phallic if we’d tried. After discussing cucumbers, zucchini and RuPaul for thirty minutes, he’d asked me out for coffee. I screamed and said yes. He laughed.
It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship until I’d screwed it up.
Coffee had led to several lunches. The lunches had led to several dinners. The dinners had led to make-out sessions in Central Park that had curled my toes and made me forget my name. While his kisses had been glorious, it was his laugh that undid me. His joy had been contagious.
But all good things got torpedoed by Johnson Jones.
“Fuck it,” I muttered, pulling out the wine cooler and popping the top. “I’m truly sorry for ghosting you. It was rude. It had nothing to do with you. It was all me.”
