Do I meet Mr. Charming?
Oct 14, 2016 Part 16
Ate: My stomach is gnawing
Sex: If Peter has sex with someone else, maybe I could do… I shouldn’t though. Tonight I’ll be a nun again.
I combed out the knots in my hair after conditioning it for an hour.
In two days I’d have my long hair on display when I filmed a scene pretending to be on a beach where I’d trip over the dead body of a former co-worker where we begin the murder mystery portion of our drama.
However as I opened the bathroom door and steam escaped with me, I heard my phone ringing. The number was unknown, but it didn’t read spam.
I shrugged and decided to answer, fully prepared for a scam when an accent voice of Mr. Charming asked me, “So did you catch your boyfriend in the act?”
My heart beat faster as I fixed the towel around me and asked, “How did you get my number?”
The man chuckled as his answer and then said, “Meet me at the Swan & Bar Bevy at 8 o’clock tonight.”
Arrogant. My skin buzzed with electricity. I liked a man who knew what he wanted, but I pouted as I said, “I said tomorrow.”
He let out a sigh like he was frustrated with me, or maybe I read too much into that throaty sound before he said, “We both know you’re alone tonight. Tomorrow maybe you’ll find a reason to be with your boyfriend.”
Hmm. If I had a reason to be with Peter, I’d go. One day I’d be his wife and we’d live happily ever after. I imagined myself lounging at his pool with a diamond tiara on my head. But then I blinked and said, “I hope so, but that’s not your business.”
Again the infuriating man sighed and I swore it was his answer without saying a word. Then he said, “If you say so.”
The Swan & Bar Bevy was the hottest new restaurant opened by celebrity chefs. I might get on TV if he had reservations that were near impossible to get.
I’d consider this evening ‘work.’ My agent would approve, but glanced at my speaker phone as I said, “What if I say I can’t come.”
He smacked his lips. How did a man without a word and over the phone make me this aware of his simple sounds? Goosebumps grew as he called me out and said, “I don’t play hypotheticals Jennifer Gonzales.”
I knew nothing about Mr. Charming, including his name. He’d been at the funeral. Now he had reservations and my number. I swallowed and asked as I made my way to my closet and asked, “How do you know my name?”
He laughed again and said, “It was on your dressing room door. See you in a few hours. Wear something pretty and impress me.”
And he knew where I worked and way more about me than most people. Adrenaline rushed through me but I said anyhow, “We’ll see.”
“Yes, I guess we will.” He answered and then hung up the phone.
I probably shouldn’t go. I know it, but I was curious. So I’d nip this itch away as I tried to figure out what I’d do with the rest of my life, tomorrow. Tonight I’m off to meet Mr. Charming.
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