Make me Yours

Part 2. Her Shame

The first half of Tuesday was a blur of meetings and taking down notes while pretending to be interested. Rachel was engrossed in staring at the way Matt had his head tilted towards the screen, eyes focused, and his long fingers folded together. Her thoughts were focused on his exposed skin of the jaw and how she wouldn't mind biting it. Yeah, she needs help.

Few minutes before lunch, she received an invitation, addressed to Matt. From the looks of it, she guessed the invitation to be for a gala. Or something equally ridiculous. Rich people and their boring parties. Without any thought, she placed it on his desk and sat in front of his seat, waiting for him to acknowledge her.

Matt was incredibly immersed in one of the contracts, frustrated at times because it was a big deal to him. That's why she did not open her mouth at all. She knew how he gets when he's focused on something.

"What is it?" He hummed, quirking his brow.

She delicately touched the invitation, tracing her hand and feeling the golden crinkled paper. The soft lavender scent on the stamp made her exhale.

The secretary felt Matt's eyes on her, so she hurriedly pulled out the equally elegant card. Of course, it was in cursive, Passenger Script at that. Don't bother asking how she knows that. She just does. Her eyes raked over the invitation for a charity gala. Black tie compulsory.

"Emerson's Charity Gala"

"Oh, is it August already?!" Matt twisted his lips.

Emersons held charity for endangered sea animals every year in hopes of raising money. She had no idea how or what goes on there because she never had a chance to go along with Matt. He always had an attractive female as his date.

"I think we should go together."

She spluttered, her eyes widened, "Uhh...Sir?"

"This project has kept me extremely busy, so I had no time to pick a date. We cannot afford to miss this, Rach" Matt earnestly blinked at her, his hands folded together.

How can she even say no to that goddamn attractive face?! Rachel nodded her head like a kid excited on Christmas, squirming on her chair. Just then it clicked her that the event demands black tie/gown attire and she doesn't have one.

Matt cleared his throat as if he heard her thoughts. "Don't worry; we can go shopping today. I'll pick you up in the evening. Also treat you to dinner."

Rachel blushed, "I don't want you to trouble with-"

"I offered. Besides, it's the least I could do so don't worry about it. Be ready by seven in the evening." Matt cut her off.

"Okay, sir."
***

"Hey," Janet said, closing the door behind her. "Sorry, I'm late."

Rachel stuttered, her face still red from earlier. "It's okay."

She forced her gaze back to the television in their lunchroom, flipping through channels too fast to be able to tell what's playing on any of them. The thing is she has been actively trying to think about Matt taking her out. It wasn't a big deal. They had formal dinners before, and she should consider this as one of them. Rachel can not help but overthink like she always does.