Intentions

Four

We bought a lot more than I planned to after we left Lisa's boutique, specifically shoes more than anything. Sneakers, mostly for me, and Kris forced two more pairs of heels in my hands while she chose one pair in a million different colors. Excessively much, was my initial thought. We got home and lounged in the living room until we fell asleep.

I woke up to Kris shaking me roughly. "What do you want you animal?" I grumble. "You have a date and less than four hours to prepare. Did you forget?" she asks skeptically. "I was hoping to" I answer honestly and roll off the couch, landing in a heap at her feet. I look up at her and hold out my hand so she can pull me up. She starts physically forcing me in the direction of the bathroom to shower and get dressed. When I'm finished in the bathroom, I find Kris sitting on my bed just waiting to get her hands on my hair. After sitting for what felt like forever, Kris is finished with me and I get up to get dressed and leave. Collecting my purse, keys and a light jacket, I head towards our front door with Kris ahead of me to lock the door behind me.

"Okay, listen, I know that this isn't technically a date, but please do not be your rude, sarcastic, tight-lipped self. Open up a little with this guy, even if there aren't any sparks, you could always use a decent guy friend and he seems like he'd be perfect. Okay?"

"First of all, I am very capable of remaining a complete professional, because this is in fact, a professional meeting. Now shut it, and then tell me how I look. Decent?"

"You look beautiful sweetie. Is that a hint of nervousness I detect?" she asked while smiling smugly.

'You don't detect anything you wannabe Sherlock. I don't know how long this will take but I'll text you once I get there. Night, love." I give her a peck on the cheek and turn to walk through the door.

"Hey!"

I look back, "What now woman?"

"Make sure you take a bathroom break in the middle and tell me how it's going. I need all the details. Got it?" I nod my head and finally head to the elevator as she closes our door.

20 minutes later my cab pulls up to the restaurant and I exit to see Wyatt standing out front, with his back facing the street. He turns around once he hears the car door slam and makes his way over to walk with me into the restaurant. As we enter the place, I notice how formal the place and people look, we stop at the maître d for him to give his name then we're escorted to a table located in the secluded back of the restaurant. This isn't cliché at all, huh?

He pulls out my chair and waits for me to sit down before gently pushing it closer to the table. "I guess chivalry isn't dead after all." He smirks and just sits down in his seat across from me then signals to the waiter that we're ready. I decide to look over the menu while he speaks to the waiter about the wine. I don't realize he's called my name until I feel the menu being pushed gently out of my line of sight and I look up to see both men staring at me. I didn't even realize I was so zoned out. I'm not even sure what I have been thinking about, I'm not sure what is going on with me right now. The last few minutes are a blank and maybe it's because I'm admitting to myself that even though this is supposed to be a professional work-related meeting, I'm nervous to be alone like this with him. I've already conceded that he is a very handsome man and he isn't at all what the tabloids and gossip sites have described. Looking at him, I can see why he's perceived as an arrogant, closed-off prick, but I can also understand why he has no problem being that way.

"Hey, are you okay over there?"

"Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking. I'm just looking through the menu."

"Well, it must be a good read if it's managed to capture your attention so completely." he says in an amused tone.

I smile and turn to the waiter who then proceeds to tell me what he told Parker. After five minutes, we give the waiter our order and he pours the wine. Once the waiter walks away, I turn my attention back to Parker and give a slight head nod, my non-verbal way of telling him to get on with what he came to talk about. He cocks his head to the side, like a golden retriever, looking at me then unlocks his phone and hands it to me.