better.
No one knew how to cook duck and duck alone. Hell, most people that could cook didn’t know how to cook duck.
“Shall we?” he asked, just before pulling my chair out for me.
I smiled, accepted the seat, and looked at the meal he had so wonderfully prepared for me.
“This looks so good, honey…,” I trailed, amazed as I looked on.
“So do you,” he said and smirked. “So do you.”
Chapter 12
“Hey, Zoe?” Derek asked, dabbing his cloth napkin over the corner of his lips.
I looked at him, questioningly. “Yes?”
“I need you to take a look at something. Would you?” His voice was direct, to the point, and I wondered what it could possibly be.
“Please don’t make this sexual and ruin it.” Immediately, he laughed.
“No, no—nothing like that.” He smiled and excused himself from the table for a moment before returning with my tablet just a few seconds later.
“Where’d you get my tablet?” I asked, confused, glancing up at him as he stood beside me. “Wasn’t that at the office?”
“It was. I went in today and grabbed it because I needed you to take a look at a few things.”
He leaned over my shoulder, the tablet just in front of my eyes—and I swear, my face immediately flustered with rage. “Are you really about to ask me to do work at a time like this?” I was almost shaking already, I was so angry. “We’re on a fucking date!”
“Wow, that language doesn’t come out often but when it does…”—he trailed, holding up clawed fingers just before making cat noise—“… Rawr !”
I rolled my eyes. He was making it worse.
Just as I was about to get up and leave, he chuckled. “I just have a movie for you to watch, psycho!” He laughed even harder, before bringing the tablet closer to my face. “It’s not work.”
“A movie?”
“Yes.” he said simply. “A movie.”
He tapped the screen and unlocked, and I saw my mama on the screen, paused. I crinkled my brows in confusion, just before he hit play.
They were in my apartment, both on the couch, and Derek held the tablet directly on Mama’s face.
“So, how do you feel about me asking to marry your daughter?” he asked, confidently, holding the camera still. My heart lunged forward at the question.
There was no way that he was actually asking that question. He wouldn’t have put such an important question in the very beginning of the “movie”. There had to be a twist. But my God, he was an idiot for even putting that notion in Mama’s head.
Her eyes brightened and a smile etched across her face, and I was immediately cringing—probably visibly.
“I would love it!” she squealed, but then her demeanor changed. Her eyes narrowed and her voice grew deeper, “Now do it! Do it now!”
“She’s not here right now!” He laughed, but that clearly wasn’t enough for her.
“Call her up on the telephone!” she giggled, just before reaching into her pocket and pulling out her old flip phone. I cringed. She killed me.
I could feel him smirk beside my ear as he leaned in close to me. His vanilla musk wafted into my nose, and I felt a sense of peace wash over me as I continued watching the video.
“I can’t propose to her over the phone!” He laughed, off screen, just behind the camera.
“Then get your candy ass over to the office and do it!” she demanded, and I could tell that she was only half-way joking. The other half was completely serious. “Get her out of this dump; she needs to live in that swanky ass apartment of yours!”
Did she really just call my apartment a dump?
I loved my apartment with Polly….
“You’re such an eloquent woman,” Derek said to my mama, likely in response to her ‘candy ass’ comment.
“Oh honey,” she sighed, feigning exasperation. “I’m old and over the years I’ve lost my patience. Eloquence went out of the window as soon as I stopped giving a shit.”
And all that was heard was a giggle before the scene shifted a bit.
It was in
No one knew how to cook duck and duck alone. Hell, most people that could cook didn’t know how to cook duck.
“Shall we?” he asked, just before pulling my chair out for me.
I smiled, accepted the seat, and looked at the meal he had so wonderfully prepared for me.
“This looks so good, honey…,” I trailed, amazed as I looked on.
“So do you,” he said and smirked. “So do you.”
Chapter 12
“Hey, Zoe?” Derek asked, dabbing his cloth napkin over the corner of his lips.
I looked at him, questioningly. “Yes?”
“I need you to take a look at something. Would you?” His voice was direct, to the point, and I wondered what it could possibly be.
“Please don’t make this sexual and ruin it.” Immediately, he laughed.
“No, no—nothing like that.” He smiled and excused himself from the table for a moment before returning with my tablet just a few seconds later.
“Where’d you get my tablet?” I asked, confused, glancing up at him as he stood beside me. “Wasn’t that at the office?”
“It was. I went in today and grabbed it because I needed you to take a look at a few things.”
He leaned over my shoulder, the tablet just in front of my eyes—and I swear, my face immediately flustered with rage. “Are you really about to ask me to do work at a time like this?” I was almost shaking already, I was so angry. “We’re on a fucking date!”
“Wow, that language doesn’t come out often but when it does…”—he trailed, holding up clawed fingers just before making cat noise—“… Rawr !”
I rolled my eyes. He was making it worse.
Just as I was about to get up and leave, he chuckled. “I just have a movie for you to watch, psycho!” He laughed even harder, before bringing the tablet closer to my face. “It’s not work.”
“A movie?”
“Yes.” he said simply. “A movie.”
He tapped the screen and unlocked, and I saw my mama on the screen, paused. I crinkled my brows in confusion, just before he hit play.
They were in my apartment, both on the couch, and Derek held the tablet directly on Mama’s face.
“So, how do you feel about me asking to marry your daughter?” he asked, confidently, holding the camera still. My heart lunged forward at the question.
There was no way that he was actually asking that question. He wouldn’t have put such an important question in the very beginning of the “movie”. There had to be a twist. But my God, he was an idiot for even putting that notion in Mama’s head.
Her eyes brightened and a smile etched across her face, and I was immediately cringing—probably visibly.
“I would love it!” she squealed, but then her demeanor changed. Her eyes narrowed and her voice grew deeper, “Now do it! Do it now!”
“She’s not here right now!” He laughed, but that clearly wasn’t enough for her.
“Call her up on the telephone!” she giggled, just before reaching into her pocket and pulling out her old flip phone. I cringed. She killed me.
I could feel him smirk beside my ear as he leaned in close to me. His vanilla musk wafted into my nose, and I felt a sense of peace wash over me as I continued watching the video.
“I can’t propose to her over the phone!” He laughed, off screen, just behind the camera.
“Then get your candy ass over to the office and do it!” she demanded, and I could tell that she was only half-way joking. The other half was completely serious. “Get her out of this dump; she needs to live in that swanky ass apartment of yours!”
Did she really just call my apartment a dump?
I loved my apartment with Polly….
“You’re such an eloquent woman,” Derek said to my mama, likely in response to her ‘candy ass’ comment.
“Oh honey,” she sighed, feigning exasperation. “I’m old and over the years I’ve lost my patience. Eloquence went out of the window as soon as I stopped giving a shit.”
And all that was heard was a giggle before the scene shifted a bit.
It was in
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