Breaker:I think there’s a ninety-nine percent chance that she is.
JP:That’s a solid percentage.
Breaker:She really called youJonah?
JP:Yeah... and I really fucking liked it. Hell, I really like her. If anything, these last few days have shown me how much I care for this woman. Not sure what will happen, but I need to take a chance.
Breaker:I think you have a solid chance. What are you going to do?
JP:Well, it’s our last full night here. We leave tomorrow around six, I think. So, I think I’m going to take her to Parkside. I told her about it a while back, how they have the best Dim Sum, and then I’m going to take her to the rooftop for dessert.
Breaker:Smooth. I like it. After dessert, are you going to tell her how you feel?
JP:Yeah. Call me crazy, but I truly think she has the same feelings for me.
Breaker:I think you’re ready.
JP:I know I’m ready. Fuck, I’m excited. I’ve never felt this way about a woman before.
Breaker:You haven’t, at least you’ve never told me. I can tell...you really like her.
JP:I do. And I don’t want to fuck this up. I’d never forgive myself.
Breaker:Well, you’d know if she’s ready for you. Do you think she is?
JP:I do. After the hug last night, I think she’s ready for me.
Breaker:Then you need to use your words, JP.
JP:What do you mean? We’ve been talking about lots of things.
Breaker:You need to use words and tell her how you feel. So far, you’ve tried to show her what you feel. Now it’s time to speak, man. Give her your truths.
JP:I will. Fuck... okay.
* * *
I walk downthe hallway toward the penthouse, feeling nauseated and excited all at the same time. Today dragged on, every minute feeling like an hour. My meetings were mind-numbingly boring. My inbox never stopped dinging with new emails. And when lunch came around, I was hyped up, yet exhausted from my mind constantly wondering about what was going to happen tonight.
But, fuck, I can’t wait to see her.
I can’t wait to surprise her with plans for tonight.
I open the door to the penthouse, set my wallet and keys on the entryway table, and then call out to her, “Kelsey, are you home?”
“Yes,” she says from her room. “Be right out.”
There’s a mirror in the entryway that I turn to quickly and check myself out.
Hair is in order.
Suit looks good.
Nothing in my teeth.
I turn back around just in time to catch her walking toward me, and she looks fucking stunning. Dressed in a flowy black dress that reaches just below her knees, her hair’s curled in waves...my pulse is racing.
“Hey, long day?” she asks while adjusting one of her earrings.
