It's two weeks before Christmas and the twenty-eight-story headquarters of PJMitchell Financial Services is cheerful with Christmas décor. I am humming a Christmas carol in the boardroom, and my personal assistant, Sarah, asks me if I am okay. Yes, I readily respond, smiling with my brows creased. Why???
"One would think you've fallen in love. That's all." Sarah shrugs while placing the meeting's agenda and minutes on the huge glass covered mahogany conference table. There will be an Investment meeting shortly targeting our European market. Only Sarah and I are in the boardroom. Could I be in love? I saw Sue twice since our coffee date. We both lead hectic schedules but somehow, we squeezed a moment for lunch one day in the Bronx. And over the weekend, we visited with mom, who wasn't well. She suffers from hypertension and diabetes. Sue gave her a thorough check up. It turns out mom's blood pressure was high. Sue made recommendations including changes to mom's diet. It was great seeing the care she took with mom, and how passionate she was about her work. Suzanne's dark brown soft curly hair was in a huge bun. And while she was running checks on mom, all I wanted to do was pull her hair tie, and run my hands through her thick hair.
Later that same evening, we had spoken to Sue's mom in Saint Paul. It was great talking to Sheila, and I promised to keep in touch more often. My chauffer, Harry, would be driving Sue to her home In Queens. But just before she got into the Jaguar SUV, I stopped her, and did what I wanted to do all evening, remove the hair tie, and run my hand through the moist curls of her hair. Normally, I have an inch height advantage over her, but she was in heels that day, so she was a bit taller.
"Sue, are you seeing anyone?" my blue-green eyes are intense as I stare into her warm browns. She knew exactly where I was going with this line of questioning. Sue looked away.
"No one. Not right now." Sue said, softly.
"Are you sure? No guy waiting in Saint Paul?" I smiled.
Sue laughed, "No, what about you? Do you have a special girl?"
"No." I said quickly. Maybe, a bit too eager. There is distrust in Suzanne's eyes. She knew me too well. "No!" I repeated, holding her gaze. No one important.
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I turn to my Assistant and smile, "Perhaps, I am falling in love..."
Sarah is quiet for a moment, and then her shocked face breaks into a hearty laugh, "I never knew this day would come. That's great Michael! Don't screw it up."
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Chocolate Vanilla Sweets
عاطفيةMichael Henry Mitchell is nobody's fool. He doesn't like people of color. As heir to the Mitchell dynasty, he's in control and easily has his pick of women. Except he has always loved only one girl. Suzanne - and to his frustration, she happens...
