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“You owe me, asshole.” I let the insult slide because I really did owe her one. Sure, I could have chosen someone else, but my years as a businessman taught me that great opportunity knocked only once. And this time it seemed to be true. Literally and figuratively speaking.
“Is this really her, Matty?” Mother got out of her seat and extended her arms towards my employee. “She looks so beautiful. You look so beautiful, dear.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Parker.” Reagan pressed friendly kisses on both my mother’s cheeks, and I wondered if my mother could smell the dahlias like I could. Her scent alone sent a cold shiver down my spine towards my cock.
But I reminded myself that Reagan was an employee, and the last thing I needed was to mingle with one. I was just thankful right now that Reagan decided to play along.
“Please. It’s Lucille. And this is my husband, Kristofer.”
“Mr. Parker.”
“Tofer, please,” Father insisted as he offered to shake Reagan’s hand. “You know, I thought my son was making shit up that he had a girlfriend. He never told us about you, Reagan. No photos, no nothing.”
“We’re just keeping things quiet right now, Tofer,” Reagan said, casually striking up a conversation with my father as if they had known each other for a long time. “With how busy we are, we barely have time to see each other. Why don’t we have dinner tonight?” she suggested. “Then we can talk about me and Matthew.” That was a terrible idea, I thought to myself. This was just a split-second decision, and I knew that it was a recipe for disaster if we told different stories.
“That’s a wonderful idea, dear,” Mother exclaimed, clapping her hands once. “But I’m afraid we have a flight at nine. And I don’t want to rush dinner with you.”
“That’s too bad, Lucille.” Reagan’s shoulders slumped in pretend disappointment.
“Maybe we can schedule some other time,” my father suggested. “When we’re not in a hurry to catch a flight. Percy will be devastated if we don’t go home.”
“Percy?”
“The dog,” I answered for them, and Reagan nodded in understanding.
“Well, I’ll remind Matthew to schedule a day for us. He’s always busy and all about the hotel.”
“Takes after his father. We’d love to stay and chat some more, but we’ll probably miss our flight if we don’t go now.”
“It was lovely meeting you, Reagan.”
“Likewise, Lucille. I see where Matthew gets his good looks from.”
“I like her already, son. We’ll see you next time, Reagan.”
“I’ll see them out, babe. Just make yourself at home.”
“Nonsense, Matthew. You don’t let women wait. Your mother and I know the way out.”
“Are you sure?”
“We are, honey.”
With that, my parents left, and I thought about my mother beaming joyfully as I introduced her to my fake girlfriend. If I had known that a woman was the only way to make my mother smile that big, I would’ve brought home a woman years ago.
I closed the door behind me once I saw my parents get safely on the elevator, and I saw Reagan still standing where she was, her mouth ajar and confusion written all over her face.
“Please take a seat,” I said, not meeting her eyes as I walked towards my desk.
Just now, I noticed her porcelain legs and her well-polished nails. That the blonde in front of me was a pretty sight might just be an understatement.
Yes, she was gorgeous at first glance, but what I really found striking about her was the tiny, subtle things. Her delicate French tipped nails were just the right length, not long enough to hinder her work. Her pearl earrings stood out because they were not the cheap kind.
Nothing about this woman was cheap. I bet that even her cashmere top cost more than her monthly salary. So I couldn’t help but wonder why someone who could afford luxury jewelry would settle for a job like hers.
“What was that?” she asked once she had taken a seat in front of me.
“You just became my girlfriend. At least in front of parents,” I pointed, leaning back against my chair, intertwining my fingers and resting them on my stomach, the chair protesting at my weight.
