Include: a dinner dress, a casual change of clothes, and comfortable shoes (Do you even own a heel lower than 4 inches?)
PS: “Other” garments are optional.
Sincerely,
Antonio Steele
Senior Agent,
AMW-Elite
Jackie chuckled and rolled her eyes.He could have just texted and asked me out, she thought. But then again, Antonio had a slight flair for the dramatic, which she could appreciate. She could honor his special request to not pack underwear.
FROM:[email protected]
RE:Saturday
Mr. Steele:
First time I’ve been privy to kidnapping details. And of course I don’t own heels lower than 4 inches. I find most flat shoes impractical and ugly as hell. But I’ll pack something reasonably adequate.
PS: These “other” garments you speak of? If you mean what I think you mean, I wouldn’t have packed that anyway.
Jackie Miles
Senior Agent
AMW-Elite
Jackie spent fifteen frustrating minutes trying focus on work after she sent her reply, only to have her flow interrupted again. Calvin knocked as he entered the office carrying a massive bouquet of flowers. The bouquet was bigger than Calvin, and he had to be at least six feet tall. He placed it on the table opposite Jackie’s desk.
Jackie crossed the room to inspect the flowers: an unusual mix of tulips, orchids, and roses, in a cornucopia of shades.
Calvin hovered over her shoulder. “I couldn’t find a card, and the delivery person wouldn’t give me any details. Who are they from?”
Jackie shrugged, but heat was creeping into her cheeks.
“I know Mo is grateful you got him that fight,” Calvin said. “Could these be from him? Congrats on that, by the way.”
Jackie went to smell the flowers. Between two roses and some greenery, she spotted a very small white card. She waited for Calvin to leave before she opened it.
Tulips symbolize new beginnings. Let’s start over, Lucky.
Jackie smiled. Antonio was in Anaheim working on a deal for a minor league catcher who was moving to the majors; if he was in the office right now, she’d go kiss him.God, what the hell has come over me?She felt like someone had replaced her brain with mushy thoughts.
She pulled out her phone.
JACKIE:Thought you weren’t a flowers kind of guy. They are gorgeous. Thank you.
ANTONIO:Not *just* a flowers guy. I like to mix it up. But pretty girls deserve pretty bouquets.
Suddenly, her Facetime began to ring, and she answered. There was Antonio, dressed in a polo and slacks, the California sun beaming down on his skin.
“Hey,” he began. “I know you can’t talk, but this was too much to text. Lucky, you deserve to be flown around the world if you wanted to. Baby, you deserve it all….”
Jackie blew out a breath. When Antonio said that kind of stuff, it made her so tingly inside—almost as intense as the electricity she felt when they touched. It was a new and uncomfortable feeling.
