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Before she could respond, he was back in the car and pulling out into the traffic.
***
With her heart beating, she went into the store. A salesperson smiled at her. “Hi, Miss Jones?” She nodded. “I'm Calista. I have someone waiting for you. Come.” Sasha followed the salesperson with her mouth open in shock at the array of incredible culinary tools. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw who was waiting for her, the world famous chef, Timothy Lagasse.
“Miss Jones,” he began, taking her hand and kissing the top. “May I call you Sasha? I'm Timothy and it's my pleasure to be working with you.”
“I know who you are. Please call me Sasha. I am honored to have you here and to be able to spend time with you.” Timothy patted her hand fondly and tucked it into the crook of his arm.
“Pleasure is all mine, dear girl. Come! Let us shop!”
A couple of hours later, her feet and brain hurt. She had bags and boxes of pots and pans, ricers, juicers, blenders. A small fortune had been spent, she didn't even know how much. She looked up to see Jeremy coming in the door, a smile on his face. He caught her around the waist and kissed her cheek loudly.
“Timothy, my good man, so glad you could help my Sasha out.” He shook his hand warmly, before hugging the chef.
“Of course, Jeremy, it was my pleasure. She should have everything she needs.”
“Fantastic. I knew I could count on you.” He shook hands with Timothy again, keeping his arm around her waist. He was steering her out the door. Over his shoulder, he told the salesperson, “Send it to my apartment, please.” The salesperson nodded vigorously.
“Jeremy!” She murmured breathlessly. “Where are we going? I'm starting to feel a little like Cinderella and everything has to be done at midnight, or I turn into a pumpkin or something like that.”
He laughed. “No, nothing ends at midnight, but I do have big plans for tomorrow, and I want to get as much done as possible before the morning. We are going to my apartment, and I would like you to get dressed up to go out with me to a work dinner.”
“Okay, how dressed up?” She played with lint on her pants.
“Cocktail dress would do wonderfully, if you'd like to go. You're not obligated.” She smiled.
“I'd love to go. I've never been in the city like this.” Once they stopped, she ogled the front of his building. He put his arm around her waist and guided her to the elevator, hitting the top floor button. Once on the top floor, he unlocked the door with a key. His apartment was the top floor of the building. “Do you own the building?” She asked.
He nodded. “Yes, I do. Your clothing has been put in your room and I took the liberty of having some makeup and toiletries brought in for you; pick what you like, I'll have the rest sent to the Battered Women's Shelter.”
“You do that?” She marveled.
“Do what?” He asked.
“Donate stuff.”
“Yeah, that's where the clothes you couldn't use went.” He shrugged his sport coat off and hung it beside the door. “Your room is that way. I'm going to take a quick shower. If you want a bath, go ahead, we have a couple hours before we need to get there.”
She went to her room and looked around in amazement. A huge gilded tub sat in a corner, along with tons of bubble bath in a bucket beside the tub; fluffy towels, cosmetics and toiletries on every surface.Aa huge bed, a closet full of clothes, and a view of the skyline that most celebrities would die for, made up the rest of the space.
Closing her door she stripped and started hot water in the tub, adding cherry blossom scented bubble bath to the water. She slipped into the tub and groaned. It felt unbelievably good. She leaned back against the edge of the tub and closed her eyes.
She heard her name being called. Her eyes fluttered open to Jeremy touching her shoulder and her water being barely luke warm. “I knocked and you didn't answer; I wasn't sure you were okay.” His eyes were
***
With her heart beating, she went into the store. A salesperson smiled at her. “Hi, Miss Jones?” She nodded. “I'm Calista. I have someone waiting for you. Come.” Sasha followed the salesperson with her mouth open in shock at the array of incredible culinary tools. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw who was waiting for her, the world famous chef, Timothy Lagasse.
“Miss Jones,” he began, taking her hand and kissing the top. “May I call you Sasha? I'm Timothy and it's my pleasure to be working with you.”
“I know who you are. Please call me Sasha. I am honored to have you here and to be able to spend time with you.” Timothy patted her hand fondly and tucked it into the crook of his arm.
“Pleasure is all mine, dear girl. Come! Let us shop!”
A couple of hours later, her feet and brain hurt. She had bags and boxes of pots and pans, ricers, juicers, blenders. A small fortune had been spent, she didn't even know how much. She looked up to see Jeremy coming in the door, a smile on his face. He caught her around the waist and kissed her cheek loudly.
“Timothy, my good man, so glad you could help my Sasha out.” He shook his hand warmly, before hugging the chef.
“Of course, Jeremy, it was my pleasure. She should have everything she needs.”
“Fantastic. I knew I could count on you.” He shook hands with Timothy again, keeping his arm around her waist. He was steering her out the door. Over his shoulder, he told the salesperson, “Send it to my apartment, please.” The salesperson nodded vigorously.
“Jeremy!” She murmured breathlessly. “Where are we going? I'm starting to feel a little like Cinderella and everything has to be done at midnight, or I turn into a pumpkin or something like that.”
He laughed. “No, nothing ends at midnight, but I do have big plans for tomorrow, and I want to get as much done as possible before the morning. We are going to my apartment, and I would like you to get dressed up to go out with me to a work dinner.”
“Okay, how dressed up?” She played with lint on her pants.
“Cocktail dress would do wonderfully, if you'd like to go. You're not obligated.” She smiled.
“I'd love to go. I've never been in the city like this.” Once they stopped, she ogled the front of his building. He put his arm around her waist and guided her to the elevator, hitting the top floor button. Once on the top floor, he unlocked the door with a key. His apartment was the top floor of the building. “Do you own the building?” She asked.
He nodded. “Yes, I do. Your clothing has been put in your room and I took the liberty of having some makeup and toiletries brought in for you; pick what you like, I'll have the rest sent to the Battered Women's Shelter.”
“You do that?” She marveled.
“Do what?” He asked.
“Donate stuff.”
“Yeah, that's where the clothes you couldn't use went.” He shrugged his sport coat off and hung it beside the door. “Your room is that way. I'm going to take a quick shower. If you want a bath, go ahead, we have a couple hours before we need to get there.”
She went to her room and looked around in amazement. A huge gilded tub sat in a corner, along with tons of bubble bath in a bucket beside the tub; fluffy towels, cosmetics and toiletries on every surface.Aa huge bed, a closet full of clothes, and a view of the skyline that most celebrities would die for, made up the rest of the space.
Closing her door she stripped and started hot water in the tub, adding cherry blossom scented bubble bath to the water. She slipped into the tub and groaned. It felt unbelievably good. She leaned back against the edge of the tub and closed her eyes.
She heard her name being called. Her eyes fluttered open to Jeremy touching her shoulder and her water being barely luke warm. “I knocked and you didn't answer; I wasn't sure you were okay.” His eyes were
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