“Someone has googled me,” I say.
“Actually, my friend did the digging on you, thirty-seven years old, born in San-Diego, California, works for his father’s firm in New York and only dates blondes” she says.
“Don’t believe everything you read. I don’t only date blondes”
She laughs.
“Players usually say that.” Her voice is velvety. “She had evidential pictures.”exactly why I need you as my dategoing forward, so all pictures will be just you and I.
“I assure you; I’m not a player.”
She nods but I see the mischief in her eyes.
We get to her car and I’m sad our time has ended. She heads towards her Lexus NX. I follow her once she’s belted and windows down.
“I’ll call you tomorrow with the agreement. Might I ask how old you are?”
“You didn’t google me?”
“I prefer to ask you and not assume everything I read is accurate”
“Twenty- five.”
“And you are okay on the agreement?”
She nods.
“And the second date?” she asks
“I’m looking forward to it.” I say with a sly smile “Maybe when you return from London.” I continue and touch her hand, just slightly. But that was all I needed to feel him move.
She nods and starts her car. I watch her drive off, realizing
Bruce is right, I’m getting bad like Declan and Luke. In the car, I text Patrick, my PA.
Me: Get me the best noise cancelling headphones
Pat: Any color preference?
I pause, wishing I knew what color she would like.
Me: Black is fine for now.
Chapter 21
Anu-Ms K
I feel happy and the tune of Pharrell’s ‘happy’ song is playing loudly in my head on repeat. I pour the flour and begin to knead the dough. I used to think that I bake when I’m sad, but I’m starting to think that the baking is done when I’m happy and carefree. I already made a baker’s dozen beef patties now the chicken patties are on the way.
Daniel called earlier that he’s coming to see the unit. I’m thankful he called because the place was a mess. It still needs cleaning but it’s decent right now.
I lied to him that I have a date, so he can get here earlier. I chuckle, remembering my lie.
I detected a tone of annoyance from him, but it could be my imagination that he didn’t like the idea of me going on date.
Either way, I’ll be happy to see him. Deciding to play the actual song, my unit is full blast as I dance, sing and bake. Nkem, my real date will be spending the night today. She will do my laundry while I bake lemon cake for her tonight.
I have just tossed all the dirty utensils into the dishwasher when I hear my bell. I check the ring device, and to my surprise it’s Daniel. I take a quick glance at the mirror hung over the coat closet. I’m a mess. I thought I had time. I take another quick glance at the clock. He’s forty minutes early. The bell rings again. I don’t have time to clean myself. I push the button to open the front door. I only have a few seconds to pull my scarf off my head and wipe flour off my chin, take my batter covered apron off and quickly dash to my bathroom to add deodorant before racing back to the living room. Here goes him seeing my messy self before he moves in. Guess I might as well present the mess to him so he knows what he’s getting into. I fling the door open after the third knock.
