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I’ll have my assistant deliver your dress. What’s your address, my love?” he asked.
She provided her address, trying desperately not to sound overly eager. She hated to see girls throw themselves at a guy and she didn’t want to appear cheap.
“Got it. The party is next Monday night. I’d like to see you again before then if you’re free,” he said.
“I’d like that, too, Avery. I do work at the club on Friday and Saturday though.”
“I’m sure Miss Davenport won’t mind if I steal you away for a night,” he said, his gravelly voice filled with need.
“I... I can’t lose this job, Avery. It’s important. I...” she mumbled, not wanting to tell him no but not wanting to risk her job, either.
“You won’t,” he said. “I promise. I just need to see you again.” The urgency in his voice – the possibility of not being able to see her – made him sound sad. It broke her heart.
“I have to go,” she said. “Lots of studying and assignments to get done before the weekend. We’ll talk again soon. Bye, Avery.”
“Bye, Sweetness. I’ll let you know when to expect the delivery.”
Chapter Twenty -- Avery
Avery wanted to make sure Peyton felt like a princess at the event so he dialed up an old friend, Denise Wong. She had become a major fashion designer and wouldn’t let him down.
“Hello,” said a seductive feminine voice.
“Denise? This is Avery Roderick. I need a favor.”
“Oh? What kind of favor?”
“I need your help in acquiring a very fabulous dress for the most enchanting woman I’ve ever met,” he said.
“Why, Avery,” Denise said, a hint of amusement in her voice. “I haven’t heard you sound this happy in ages. She must be a remarkable woman. Of course, I can help you.”
“Great. And she is more than remarkable.”
Denise laughed softly. “I’m sure she is. What size does this more than remarkable woman wear?”
“What size?” Avery asked, feeling foolish for not realizing he’d need the answer to that question. “She’s... well... I don’t actually know. Hold on a second.” He placed Denise on hold. How was he supposed to find out her size? Adele had picked up clothes for her before. She’d know. He dialed his home. No answer. She must be out shopping. He didn’t want to call and ask Peyton a question like that. Trixie! She would know. He quickly dialed another number.
Trixie answered. “The Boardroom.”
“Trixie, it’s Avery Roderick.”
“What can I do for you, Avery?”
“By chance, do you know what size dress Peyton wears?” he asked
“Sure. Let’s see... here we go... size 6. What are you up to Avery?” she asked
“I’m buying a dress for her for a charity event and I just realized I had no clue what size she was. Thanks for your help, Trixie,” he said, disconnecting the call.
He sighed with relief and pressed the button for the holding call. “Denise, she’s a size six.”
“Such a tiny little thing. Okay. Hair color?” she asked.
“Blonde. Can you have a few dresses sent to my office today?” he asked.
“Sure. Give me a couple of hours and I’ll send over the best I have.”
“Fantastic! You’re the best, Denise. I owe you one. Thanks again.”
Chapter Twenty One -- Peyton
Friday finally arrived and it couldn’t have gotten here any sooner. Peyton was thrilled with the idea of seeing Avery again and the week had crawled by at a snail’s pace. Ugh! She got dressed as fast as she could, eager to get to the club and get dressed up for a night of dancing and whatever it might bring. Backing her car out of the driveway, she decided to check the mail. She pulled up by the mailbox, leaned out the window, and snagged the stack of envelopes.
“What the hell is that?” she muttered to herself, recognizing the university’s logo on one of the envelopes. She ripped the envelope open, wondering what it could be since her tuition payment wasn’t due for several more weeks. Hopefully, tuition
She provided her address, trying desperately not to sound overly eager. She hated to see girls throw themselves at a guy and she didn’t want to appear cheap.
“Got it. The party is next Monday night. I’d like to see you again before then if you’re free,” he said.
“I’d like that, too, Avery. I do work at the club on Friday and Saturday though.”
“I’m sure Miss Davenport won’t mind if I steal you away for a night,” he said, his gravelly voice filled with need.
“I... I can’t lose this job, Avery. It’s important. I...” she mumbled, not wanting to tell him no but not wanting to risk her job, either.
“You won’t,” he said. “I promise. I just need to see you again.” The urgency in his voice – the possibility of not being able to see her – made him sound sad. It broke her heart.
“I have to go,” she said. “Lots of studying and assignments to get done before the weekend. We’ll talk again soon. Bye, Avery.”
“Bye, Sweetness. I’ll let you know when to expect the delivery.”
Chapter Twenty -- Avery
Avery wanted to make sure Peyton felt like a princess at the event so he dialed up an old friend, Denise Wong. She had become a major fashion designer and wouldn’t let him down.
“Hello,” said a seductive feminine voice.
“Denise? This is Avery Roderick. I need a favor.”
“Oh? What kind of favor?”
“I need your help in acquiring a very fabulous dress for the most enchanting woman I’ve ever met,” he said.
“Why, Avery,” Denise said, a hint of amusement in her voice. “I haven’t heard you sound this happy in ages. She must be a remarkable woman. Of course, I can help you.”
“Great. And she is more than remarkable.”
Denise laughed softly. “I’m sure she is. What size does this more than remarkable woman wear?”
“What size?” Avery asked, feeling foolish for not realizing he’d need the answer to that question. “She’s... well... I don’t actually know. Hold on a second.” He placed Denise on hold. How was he supposed to find out her size? Adele had picked up clothes for her before. She’d know. He dialed his home. No answer. She must be out shopping. He didn’t want to call and ask Peyton a question like that. Trixie! She would know. He quickly dialed another number.
Trixie answered. “The Boardroom.”
“Trixie, it’s Avery Roderick.”
“What can I do for you, Avery?”
“By chance, do you know what size dress Peyton wears?” he asked
“Sure. Let’s see... here we go... size 6. What are you up to Avery?” she asked
“I’m buying a dress for her for a charity event and I just realized I had no clue what size she was. Thanks for your help, Trixie,” he said, disconnecting the call.
He sighed with relief and pressed the button for the holding call. “Denise, she’s a size six.”
“Such a tiny little thing. Okay. Hair color?” she asked.
“Blonde. Can you have a few dresses sent to my office today?” he asked.
“Sure. Give me a couple of hours and I’ll send over the best I have.”
“Fantastic! You’re the best, Denise. I owe you one. Thanks again.”
Chapter Twenty One -- Peyton
Friday finally arrived and it couldn’t have gotten here any sooner. Peyton was thrilled with the idea of seeing Avery again and the week had crawled by at a snail’s pace. Ugh! She got dressed as fast as she could, eager to get to the club and get dressed up for a night of dancing and whatever it might bring. Backing her car out of the driveway, she decided to check the mail. She pulled up by the mailbox, leaned out the window, and snagged the stack of envelopes.
“What the hell is that?” she muttered to herself, recognizing the university’s logo on one of the envelopes. She ripped the envelope open, wondering what it could be since her tuition payment wasn’t due for several more weeks. Hopefully, tuition
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