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Authors: Elise Whyles
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get together—”
“Oh, I couldn’t, I have to get—”
“Gillian, if you don’t get the report to me today it’ll be fine. Take a few moments to spend with your young man.”
“Thank you, Mister Learner. I promise it’ll only take a few moments. My associate will be happy to get things set up.” Jack glared at Brad’s stupefied form a few feet away. “He’s our PR rep so he’ll be able to answer any and all questions. Brad, you can set up by yourself, right? I’ll be along in a few minutes.”
“Excellent. Come along, Brad. Let’s get you set up and this presentation ready to go. We’ve got the local elementary school coming in for it, as well as a couple of the high school grades.” The Dean’s voice faded as Brad trailed behind him until the crowd had swallowed them up.
“Uh, are you here about…” Gillian rubbed her forehead. “Of course, I didn’t leave any money for the cleaning of your shirt. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’ll just run to my office and grab my purse. Would you mind a check? I don’t think I have any cash…”
“I don’t want money for the shirt.” Jack sighed. “It’s fine. Had worse spilled on it and come clean.”
“Oh, then what can I do for you? I, um, did the hotel bill you a lot for room service?” Gillian moved back, her eyes darting around nervously. He caught the tiny nibble on her bottom lip and groaned slightly.
“I was hoping we could get together again.” Jack brushed a lock of hair back from his forehead. “Get a chance to talk, maybe dinner?”
Gillian shrugged, her cheeks darkening with another blush. “I don’t usually, um, do what I did at the wedding. Perhaps it would be best if we just pretended it didn’t happen.”
Jack stared at her for a second. His heart dropped at the flare of shame in her eyes. Not for the first time he wondered why she was so afraid of herself. “Dinner, Gilli, nothing more. Say, Saturday, I’ll pick you up at six?”
“I was going to work Saturday night.”
“Gilli, its dinner, nothing more.” Jack leaned closer. “Sure, we had a hot night in bed, and I’d love to repeat it, but let’s take it a lot slower? I want to get to know you and to do so means we start out with dinner.”
“Sure. Uh, do you need my address? Or I could meet you at the restaurant.” Her voice rose with a faint tinge of hope at her suggestion.
“I’ll pick you up at your place.” Jack wiped his knuckles along her cheek. “Where do you live?”
Gillian prattled off her address, her eyes dancing past him nervously. She plucked at the folds of her jacket before adjusting her glasses. “I can just as easily meet you wherever you’d like.”
“Nonsense.” Jack grinned, elation filling him at her hesitant agreement. He strongly suspected if he let her meet him, she’d stand him up. It was written in the hopeful expectancy on her face. “Dress comfortably. We’re not going anywhere fancy.”
“Okay.”
“Gotta run, but I’m looking forward to Saturday night.” Quickly, before she could move away, he pressed a kiss to her cheek, winked, and trotted toward the main building. His heart raced at the notion she’d said yes.
As timid as a newborn kitten, but she said yes! Now I just have to get her to relax around me.
He paused at the door, holding it open a couple of inches to glance behind him. He felt a flare of disappointment to see Gillian already scurrying away, but it was quickly washed away by pleasure. Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.
* * * *
Her pulse racing, Gillian all but ran the short distance to her office. She closed the door with a soft click, stumbled into a chair, and stared at her desk. “No, no, no. This can’t be happening. Oh, why did he have to come here? What to do, what to do.” Nerves ate at her belly until she couldn’t sit still. Moving the pencil holder around helped somewhat but did little to control her need to run.
She collected her purse and grabbed her keys on
“Oh, I couldn’t, I have to get—”
“Gillian, if you don’t get the report to me today it’ll be fine. Take a few moments to spend with your young man.”
“Thank you, Mister Learner. I promise it’ll only take a few moments. My associate will be happy to get things set up.” Jack glared at Brad’s stupefied form a few feet away. “He’s our PR rep so he’ll be able to answer any and all questions. Brad, you can set up by yourself, right? I’ll be along in a few minutes.”
“Excellent. Come along, Brad. Let’s get you set up and this presentation ready to go. We’ve got the local elementary school coming in for it, as well as a couple of the high school grades.” The Dean’s voice faded as Brad trailed behind him until the crowd had swallowed them up.
“Uh, are you here about…” Gillian rubbed her forehead. “Of course, I didn’t leave any money for the cleaning of your shirt. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’ll just run to my office and grab my purse. Would you mind a check? I don’t think I have any cash…”
“I don’t want money for the shirt.” Jack sighed. “It’s fine. Had worse spilled on it and come clean.”
“Oh, then what can I do for you? I, um, did the hotel bill you a lot for room service?” Gillian moved back, her eyes darting around nervously. He caught the tiny nibble on her bottom lip and groaned slightly.
“I was hoping we could get together again.” Jack brushed a lock of hair back from his forehead. “Get a chance to talk, maybe dinner?”
Gillian shrugged, her cheeks darkening with another blush. “I don’t usually, um, do what I did at the wedding. Perhaps it would be best if we just pretended it didn’t happen.”
Jack stared at her for a second. His heart dropped at the flare of shame in her eyes. Not for the first time he wondered why she was so afraid of herself. “Dinner, Gilli, nothing more. Say, Saturday, I’ll pick you up at six?”
“I was going to work Saturday night.”
“Gilli, its dinner, nothing more.” Jack leaned closer. “Sure, we had a hot night in bed, and I’d love to repeat it, but let’s take it a lot slower? I want to get to know you and to do so means we start out with dinner.”
“Sure. Uh, do you need my address? Or I could meet you at the restaurant.” Her voice rose with a faint tinge of hope at her suggestion.
“I’ll pick you up at your place.” Jack wiped his knuckles along her cheek. “Where do you live?”
Gillian prattled off her address, her eyes dancing past him nervously. She plucked at the folds of her jacket before adjusting her glasses. “I can just as easily meet you wherever you’d like.”
“Nonsense.” Jack grinned, elation filling him at her hesitant agreement. He strongly suspected if he let her meet him, she’d stand him up. It was written in the hopeful expectancy on her face. “Dress comfortably. We’re not going anywhere fancy.”
“Okay.”
“Gotta run, but I’m looking forward to Saturday night.” Quickly, before she could move away, he pressed a kiss to her cheek, winked, and trotted toward the main building. His heart raced at the notion she’d said yes.
As timid as a newborn kitten, but she said yes! Now I just have to get her to relax around me.
He paused at the door, holding it open a couple of inches to glance behind him. He felt a flare of disappointment to see Gillian already scurrying away, but it was quickly washed away by pleasure. Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.
* * * *
Her pulse racing, Gillian all but ran the short distance to her office. She closed the door with a soft click, stumbled into a chair, and stared at her desk. “No, no, no. This can’t be happening. Oh, why did he have to come here? What to do, what to do.” Nerves ate at her belly until she couldn’t sit still. Moving the pencil holder around helped somewhat but did little to control her need to run.
She collected her purse and grabbed her keys on
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