Laurent and Larry Bourgeois are known as France's hottest bachelors. One thing they love more than dance is women. Lots of beautiful women from all over the world. But their "winning streak" comes to an end when Laurent meets a woman named Candice...
Denise POV: As I was completing some forms on my computer, my assistant peeped in my office and said,
"Ms. Vasi, you got a call." "Who is it?" I asked; not looking away from my computer screen. "A man named Regi." My assistant replied.
My eyes were wide open.
"Okay, please transfer the call to me. Thank you." I asked.
The assistant left and transferred the call.
"Hey, Regi. How are you?" I kindly asked. "I'm good. I hope I'm not disrupting you." Regi said. "Not really. I'm just filling out forms. Not that I mind but, how did you get my number?" I curiously asked. "Well, I was meaning to get your number after the party. But as you and I already know, the party came to a sudden end." Regi explained.
I chuckled as my mind replayed Mya knocking Rachelle out. Regi continued to explain.
"I asked Larry if he could give me your number. I hope you don't mind that. " "Mind? No...not at all." I stuttered.
Truth is...it bothered me that he would go through someone else to get in contact with me. It also bothered me that Larry still had my number. As I recalled, Larry blocked me.
"Great. Listen, I'm going to be leaving Miami in two days and I was wondering if we could go out and have dinner." Regi asked.
God, this man's voice is so sexy. I smiled and agreed to go out with him. When I hung up the phone, my assistant was peeking in the crack of my door.
"Get back to work!" I yelled. "I'm sorry, Ms. Vasi." The assistant said and returned to the receptionist desk.
I laughed and continued to work.
Later that night, I found myself absolutely clueless on what to wear to my date with Regi. I searched for hours. Since I couldn't find nothing I liked, I wore this; with my black leather sneaker wedges.
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I don't think he'll mind a casual look. And if he does, oh well. I texted him and informed him I was ready. Minutes later, Regi arrived. When I sat in the passenger seat, I was relieved he went with a casual look too.
"Hey, nice jacket." Regi complimented and he drove. "Thanks. So, where we going?" I asked. "The only place I like in Miami." Regi happily replied. "Oh okay. Do you mind if I turn up the radio?" I asked as I glanced at him. "Sure." Regi replied.
I turned up the radio and heard a familiar beat.
(Play song: Boney James-It's On) "Hey, isn't this Boney James?" I asked. "Yeah. He's my favorite jazz musician." Regi said with a smile. "Me too." I added.
