Mr. Berkshire (Book 1 in the For Better Or Worst Trilogy)

Chapter 12

     The meeting went as expected, smoothly, but with obvious tension in the air. We sat in one of the rooms specifically meant for meetings with clients. There was glass everywhere you turned, including the walls and table. I was attempting to be as professional and friendly as the first time we had a meeting with Mr. Fitzpatrick.  However, the blond wouldn't dare to look in my direction. I wasn't sure if it was because he was ashamed of the way he behaved during our 'date' or upset because of my sudden departure. Either way, it was very awkward. Though, eventually the meeting ended, everyone unscathed, and a pleasant start to a new book. 

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     In the blink of an eye, the day is gone and i'm sitting on my sofa with one of those glittery unicorn masks.  Sweet iced tea and the bachelor is enough to entertain me for the night. Plus, it's given me some time to think of a gift for the man who has it all. I mean, what do you give to someone like that? Well, I can naturally assume he has plenty of clothing options. However, none consist of a one of a kind from Sawyer Calloway. Which is how i've come to return to knitting and currently knitting a black, blue, and purple scarf. The bachelor is about to give his final rose when I receive a call from Mr. Fitzpatrick. I set the needles and yarn down before answering. 

     "Mr. Fitzpatrick? Is everything okay?" Naturally, i'm expecting this call to be about business. Maybe he wants to apologize for the awkwardness from earlier. 

     "Sawyer, i'm glad I got a hold of you. I was just thinking about our little accident on our previous private meeting. Both of us were very nervous and it obviously ruined the chance at something good." First of all, this is not the direction of the call i'm expecting. Second, am I missing pieces of our first date? I don't remember acting like a drunken fool and ruining anything. Roman's words are ringing in my ears. He's not a good man. "So, I was thinking we should give it a second go. See what we are missing out on." More than anything, I want to turn him down. Deep in my gut, I know this is a bad idea. But then i'm reminded of the interaction we shared earlier. At the very least, we can end on a good note so that business between us won't be so uncomfortable. 

     "I guess we could give it a second try. What did you have in mind?" 

     "How about you head on over and we can see a movie?" Again, that gut feeling is twisting inside of me. Behind that, there's the pressure of keeping this internship. 

     "Okay." I agree, half heartedly. 

     "Send me your address. I'll send my driver to pick you up. See you soon."  Just like that, the call is over and I have a date. 

     With a sigh, I look to my tv dreamily, where I see that everyone is toasting with a glass of champagne. I have to wonder if Roman was a bachelor, would he give me that final rose? Did I just compare my love life or my lack of one to the bachelor? Yes, I did. Maybe this is the reason I dread my date with Mr. Fitzpatrick, because he's not Roman Berkshire.  Yet, I still find myself  sending my address and in my bedroom, attempting to find an outfit that screams professional, but flirtatious. Eventually, I settle on a black blouse with white polka dots and light blue capri jeans, followed by black ballet flats. Blonde waves cascade down my shoulders as I apply light lipstick. Well, here I go. 

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