This I could answer.
“Ten K.” I grinned. Holly had been the highest bidder of the night. I wiped the smile off my face though when I remembered she probably was going to lose her job.
She hadn’t sounded too upset about it though. Which hadn’t made sense to me. When she’d mentioned studying psychology, her eyes had gone bright for all of two seconds. She hadn’t told me who her boss was. I had no idea who I’d be taking on the auctioned date.
The committee coordinators would send the details to both parties on Monday.
I’d get through it. Old lady, corporation or cougar. Right now, my mind was on Holly. I’d make it perfectly clear to whoever had paid that the auction date would be platonic.
I was isolating my obliques and rolled the exercise ball back and forth with my hips. I wanted to set up something special for my dinner with Holly. Something comfortable but memorable. I hadn’t ‘dated’ per se in years. I’d gone clubbing… shown up at events with beautiful women on my arm, and of course made the occasional booty call. But I hadn’t really dated.
“Where would you take a girl on a first date?” Cannon might be a little more knowledgeable about this stuff.
“The team’s setting up the date, man. You don’t have to worry about that.” He switched the barbell to his other arm. “So, she’s hot then? You want to impress her?” His eyebrows rose in astonishment.
“Nah. Not that date. A real one.”
Cannon finished his count and then burst out laughing. “No fucking way, man! Who is she?”
Damn, I’d asked for this. I should have kept my mouth shut. “Just some girl.” Except that she wasn’t. She had the warmest coffee colored eyes, the softest lips, perfect tits and my hands itched to squeeze that sweet little ass of hers… and I couldn’t think about this while I was rolling around on this fucking ball.
“Just some girl? Eh?”
“Dinner. Man. Where would you go?” I switched to my side and had to concentrate more so I wouldn’t fall off.
“Something on South Pearl Street.” Cannon came through.
Yes. Perfect. Not too flashy. Intimate. I’d gone there ages ago. Before moving to Atlanta. “Is that Greek restaurant still there?”
“Alesandro’s? Yep.” I wondered if she liked Greek food. If she hadn’t I’d love introducing it to her. I reached for my phone and pulled up her name.
Me:Do you like Greek food?
It was barely quarter to seven. She might not even be up yet. And then the three circles inside the bubble started bouncing up and down.
Holly:For breakfast?
I felt myself grinning stupidly.
Me:For our dinner.
Holly:It’s actually one of my favorites.
Me:I can pick you up at six.
I didn’t want to push her but neither did I have any desire to play games. I watched the screen for a full minute before she started writing again.
Holly:Ok. Are you sure you don’t want to just meet me there?
Me:Nope. Same address Uber took you to last night?
Holly:Yep.
Me:What are you wearing?
Holly:Don’t be a perv.
Me:Miss me?
