Falling For Mr. Greenfield

§ 4 § (BWWM)

THE CALL

"Hello."

Sorrow answered her cell phone.

She wasn't sure why Mr. Greenfield was calling her. Before, there was never a time that she could recall him making a calling to her.

The attorney paid his cleaning service bill by check. As long as she had provided the housekeeping and occasional cooking service to him, a check was left on the table in the foyer and that was that. The only other interaction came in the form of an occasional text to update her regarding the meal prep schedule.

Her client made it clear when he retained her services that he preferred to not see anyone else in his space.

With his stipulations in mind, the sudden call could only mean disaster.

Maybe he was offended when he came home to find that she was still in his house? Surely, he wasn't a petty type of person to hold something against her when she had done nothing wrong.

"Miss Shay, this is Asher Greenfield. Please accept my apologies for disturbing you so early this morning, but there was something I had hoped to discuss with you." His voice sounded a bit strained and hesitant.

"It's fine. What can I do for you?" Sorrow asked him, still wondering what was the purpose behind the call.

"Are you busy today?" He asked.

"No, not really." She replied.

"Would you mind stopping by my home sometime this morning?" His voice lowered.

"Sure; when would be a good time for you?"

"It's 9 am. Is an hour too soon?"

"That's fine. I was just lying here planning my week. I should be there in about 45 minutes, if that's okay."

"Sure, that will be just fine. I'll be waiting." Then, with his final remark, he disconnected the call.

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UNCHARTED

Why in the world did he say he would be waiting? She already knew that.

Asher chided himself for tripping over his words. He was by no means some smooth operator. Decades had passed since he last attempted to date someone, and all the rules had changed while he was in the comfort and safety of married life.

Nursing a broken heart prevented him from considering the few women who thought he might be interested in giving love another try.

Unfortunately for them, they never stood a chance. After Marie, Asher felt nothing for so long that he was sure he'd remain alone.

After his body's acknowledgment of Sorrow stirred him out of his emotional slumber, at first, he ignored it. No matter what he tried, a mere vision of her undid him. Finally, he decided to show some courage and ask her out to dinner.

Of course, she was likely to turn down his request, but he couldn't get her out of his mind. Worst of all, his inner self whispered nothing would change this feeling if he didn't address it before returning to work.

Asher was in an impossible situation after she left his home a few days ago. Allowing himself to remain lost in thought about her and his caseload could lead to substantial negative consequences.

It was best to rip the band-aid right off and accept whatever fate had in store for him. Either she would say no, and that would be the end of it, or in the unlikely event that she said yes, he would deal with that if he got the chance.

After five years of loneliness and hiding in his work, something sparked when he came in contact with Sorrow.

Asher had never dated or even considered a black woman would be interested in him. But, it was never an option, so he was eager to know her answer.