I smile wide, liking the new game.
I am in heaven.
I am also about to pay off Mom’s place. I am about to teach a wicked hunk to be the perfect beau and to worship me.
Just then, and at the same time, we both realize a flaw in our plan. Turning as one, we both say loud, “Engagement ring!”
25
HARRISON
After a panicked call, and me agreeing to pay a fee to fly out a staff member from Tiffany, Honolulu, I relax.
Samantha and I pace at the retreat like expecting parents. Not that we are in any way, shape, or form.
As the so-called emergency chopper comes in, it blows Samantha’s colorful silk robe.
Even if I liked seeing her topless, and I was slowly getting used to it, the silk robe is wrapping around her.
It is also shimmering and glorious, like her legs.
We exchange what is becoming one ofourglances, and we pace as three people exit the sleek chopper.
Two look like minders or security, and they are not small. The third person is a short middle-aged woman, carrying a silver briefcase chained to her wrist.
It is likely wise. Supposedly, she has around three million in rocks and rings.
After fast introductions, I usher her inside. I am now wearing a dark suit because that is all I seem to have. Samantha hasalready lectured me on that, and she has said more human boyfriends have ‘less cold, commanding uniforms, like robots.’
Whatever the fuck that means. I know what I like. I know what I want. I also know what I need.
As the small diamond courier starts to display the dozens of stunning rings, I notice Samantha start to bite a nail.
She is starting to lose it. “Are you alright?” I ask softly, trying to be human.
“Yes, no!”
She walks back outside, and I follow her into the sunlight. Outside, I stop, but she paces.
“You need to tell me,” I command her, using my deep voice.
Finally, she stops and speaks.
“Okay, this’ll sound weird, but me… and, well, most women take marriage seriously. It’s only supposed to be done once and be special. This, what we’re doing, here and now, is weird. It’s more. It’s messed up. It’s wrong, Harry! Wrong!”
I nod slowly, looking at her face. She really is losing it.
I walk to her and lift her soft chin. My gentle human self is growing, and it’s a side I have kept dormant. Dormant within. “Look, I’m sorry.”
I then make a fast calculation as she huffs and paces. Screw it. She is more important,and deals are just deals.
“Look, let’s just forget it. You keep the money, and we forget Tokyo. I’ll forget the media and entertainment plans.”
“No!” Samantha snaps.
We walk up to each other, and I hold her shoulders. She puts her hands on my hips, and I like it. A lot.
I wipe a tear from her cheek, and she gulps. “I’m just dealing with… With my fantasy being…”
