the various chances

chapter forty seven

Lily

It's been a week since I had been to dinner at Romano mansion. I knew I won't be able to refuse when Mrs Langford asks me and it happened in the same manner I had been seeing in my head. Us completing the round of carnival, Mrs Langford urging me to join the dinner, me trying to refuse it, her using Jeremy's name as a blackmail and her plan working out because if it was Jeremy I knew I was not going to back it out, plus I was truly missing him but I wonder who was his little birdie.

The com of my office rings. I answer it only to hear that handsome idiot say, "in my office" and hang up the call. I sigh and walk to the door of his cabin and knock. After the reply I walk in to see him sitting on his chair, in all his gorgeous form. Navy blue suit jacket button undone, same shade of pants and white dress shirt with upper 2-3 buttons undone.

I clear my throat, "you called me?" He slides an envelope to me and says, "I had a request to have you leave early." I frown, "from whom?" I ask, pick up the envelope, tear it open and fish out the paper. My eyes go wide in shock. I gasp at the contents, helping myself to control from shrieking loudly.

Will you go on a date with me? –Jeremy
Yes Yes Yes and Yes

I look up and decide to play, to wipe that smug look off his face. As dramatic I could keep it, I sigh, drop the envelope on the table and say, "I can't. I have to work." His smirk drops and I continue, "I have so much of work pending" – I say and shake my head- "I just can't."

From under my lashes I could see him getting up from his chair and stalk to me. In a second that 6 ft. handsomeness was in front of me. I look up to meet his eyes. "Leave the job" –he says- "heard the Boss is an asshole." I smile in victory, "totally." He raises an eyebrow, my smile widens to which he hums, "nice act, little flower. But I am not taking a 'No' and I can guarantee you aren't going to refuse either."

He takes a step so he is close enough to slide his fingers up from my hips to waist, spin me around making my back meet his front, lean into my ear and whisper, "so what is it going to be, love?" I palm my hands on the desk, unable to stand upright after feeling dizzy just from his voice. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and a sweet chill runs down my spine, tingle my skin.

I nod, "Yes. I will."

"Perfect", he says and places his lips on the temple of my head. Never in my fucking life did I think once that there will be a time where I'd be going on a date with Jeremy. My insides were panicking like shit and shaking at a fierce intensity. Talk about a date, I've never been to one and the tradition of not knowing how to react, what to do, what to respond, what to ask and so on continues. I can find help for sure but when I needed a hint, an inner part of me wanted to put effort for Jeremy.

"What kind of a date this is?" I ask turning to face him. "Surprise", he responds. I blink once, nod and sing nonchalantly, "yeah yeah, very helpful." "Lizzie, what is it!" his soft buttery voice rings in my ears. I fiddle with my fingers while looking down at them while chanting in my head. I mentally stomp my feet at myself. I blow out a breath, finding the courage to look up at him and ask, "I need a hint for what kind of date it is so I can find date-appropriate clothes."

I dig my teeth in my lower lip while keeping my eyes on him. His gaze softens and he smiles, not a full blown but a small, nice, sweet smile lingering on his lips making his dimples partially visible. "It is a kind of dinner date" –he says wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me closer- "and for clothes, I prefer naked but we'll keep that for some other day" –I smack him on his arms but it doesn't bothers him- "plus we may go out in public and the naked part is butt obvious preserved to me only so yeah pretty much", he shrugs.