Not Even His Assistant 2

Chapter Twenty-Three

Ch. 23 - He's What I Want (Greyson POV)

"I actually want to throw up."

It was a beautiful day in Miami. With the weather in the high seventies, a slight breeze and birds chirping outside my windows, it was the absolute perfect day for a date. Which kept reminding me, I was going on a date with Connor.

"I might actually throw up."

This truth should've been exciting, but for some reason I was beyond nervous. I missed when we were just casually calling it a hang out and I didn't get so stressed because I knew Connor was an asshole and I knew it was all going to end in flames.

But now, Connor was putting in so much effort. He put his entire multi-million job on pause and very seriously asked me if I would go on a date with him. I felt like there was a spotlight on me saying I was the most special girl in the world, and I wasn't taking it well. I was freaking out.

"Can you please just let me throw up?"

And because I was freaking out, I had called the team to come over and help me get dressed and calm my nerves.

"Greyson! If you don't shut up I'm going to find some scissors and stab you in the leg!" Liz scolded me. She was searching my messy drawers to find me some matching underwear while Sierra was in my closet, trying to find an outfit.

Since I was in nothing but a towel, sitting on the edge of my bed that had now become a landing pad for any clothes that weren't worthy enough, Jay was forced to sit in the living room and watch TV.

Liz had emptied three drawers and I was still naked. I was sure Connor would get here and I wouldn't have anything on. As much of a mess as my room was, I had a good amount of matching underwear. Liz kept saying that there had to be something better, but I didn't know why it mattered so much.

Calling them was supposed to calm my nerves, but it was doing the opposite.

In the fifth drawer, Liz gasped. Sierra stopped her own searching to see what was going on with her. "This is perfect!" She pulled out my baby pink lingerie set and my eyes grew three sizes that day.

"Hell no!" I said. A few years ago I had purchased the strappy set for a halloween date. I was dressed as a sexy cop and my casual date was my prisoner. Since we were obviously sleeping together that night, I wanted something that had a wow factor. And those underwear with the buttcheeks cutout and the bra that didn't hold anything up, opting for a thin piece of fabric across the nipples was definitely 'wow'. But I wasn't trying to wow Connor like that.

Even if I did have dreams of his face between my legs.

"No." I said again, more to myself than to Liz.

She pouted and I shook my head one more time in firm resolution.

"Fine, wear this stupid red set." She handed me my underwear that I hadn't realized she had.

"How long have you had this?" I asked, grabbing the underwear from her. If she had a good option from the beginning, we could've saved so much time and I could've been less naked.

She just shrugged, "I wanted to see if there was a better option. And there was, but you don't seem to agree.

I rolled my eyes and started to pull the panties up, under the towel. I wanted to have a proper date with Connor. If I got swept away with his body, I would never be sure if I actually liked him. Or if he actually liked me.

"Okay, since you said no jeans I'm thinking either this tight black cocktail dress or..." Sierra tossed me the black dress, going back to the closet to grab another hanger, "Since the underwear is red, you can go casual with this red t-shirt dress?" She pulled out the dress that I loved for how comfy it was, but also hated for how short it was with my abnormally long legs.