the year, she was opening her own catering company. She had no clients yet, but the good news was that the project she had to complete as part of her MBA was a business plan. She would have everything all figured out. She would be ready to launch. This was her dream and she was ready to make it happen. Her days of wearing a bustier or a clown nose or cowboy boots or anything else that was costume related…well, they were officially over.
“Adam,” she began quietly, “I’m not sure what you had in mind, but I’m not your usual conquest. I have a life I need to get back to. I have work to accomplish. I can’t stay here and entertain you indefinitely. And I most certainly am not going to sleep with you. So, that should help your interest wane, right?” She knew that at the moment, she looked utterly defeated. She was still tired, dreading the drive, and eager to get back to work on this daunting task ahead of her.
He leaned back and brought a hand up to his mouth. She would begin to recognize that as his thinking pose. What was he thinking? Slowly he leaned forward with his hands together, rested on his thighs. “Listen, I know that I asked a lot of you last night. I know that I wasn’t entirely honest with you from the start…”
“Pffft! Entirely honest! When were you honest at all?” She crossed her arms over her chest.
“I told you that I needed a ride…” He said weakly. “Can we just focus here?” She could tell he was waiting for her to respond, so she reluctantly nodded. “Okay, well, my situation hasn’t changed much.” He sighed. “I have a week until my brother will even discuss firing that bimbo playing home health nurse.” She smirked at that. “And he still has my identification, my keys, and pretty much everything that would make my life simple and less complicated at the moment, right down to my phone.”
“I understand that. It’s not like you are in desperate need any more. I’m sure that you can very comfortably hide out here for the rest of the week.” She moved to stand. “I have a life to get back to. I have…”
“Yes, we have already established this. You have a life. You have things to do. Please, tell me about all these many things that are so important to you. Really. Sit.” He gestured for her to sit down once more.
Cammie glanced at the time on her phone. “Listen, not that you would understand, but we don’t all have parents who build up a fantastic company and leave us with built in careers.” She winced a bit when she finished saying that. Maybe he wouldn’t pick up on it. Maybe he wouldn’t notice.
“Okay. So what do your parents do?” He looked at her seriously. And she knew he really had no idea.
Laughing, she responded, “They have a little birthday party business. The Party People. Maybe you’ve heard of it?” She asked smirking.
“Didn’t they do my party last night?” Now he was smirking, too. “What did you do to piss off your parents?” He was smiling widely now.
And so was she. “So what makes you think that they are upset with me?” She was smiling in spite of herself.
“They stuck you in a hot pink bustier behind the bar with a bunch of horny 30 year old men. The alcohol was nearly limitless…”
“About that…for some reason…some of the guests were under the impression that we were out of liquor?” She eyed him suspiciously.
Scratching his head, he mumbled, “Yeah. I may have had a little something to do with that. I needed them to leave. And nothing kills a party full of a bunch of people only interested in free liquor like being out of free liquor. If it hurt sales in any way, I’ll make it up to your family just as soon as I get back to my loft.”
She chuckled. “That’s funny. I love it.” She was actually beginning to enjoy this conversation.
“So, your parents wouldn’t let you stay on in the business?” He was genuinely curious.
She shook her head. “Au contraire. They would love
“Adam,” she began quietly, “I’m not sure what you had in mind, but I’m not your usual conquest. I have a life I need to get back to. I have work to accomplish. I can’t stay here and entertain you indefinitely. And I most certainly am not going to sleep with you. So, that should help your interest wane, right?” She knew that at the moment, she looked utterly defeated. She was still tired, dreading the drive, and eager to get back to work on this daunting task ahead of her.
He leaned back and brought a hand up to his mouth. She would begin to recognize that as his thinking pose. What was he thinking? Slowly he leaned forward with his hands together, rested on his thighs. “Listen, I know that I asked a lot of you last night. I know that I wasn’t entirely honest with you from the start…”
“Pffft! Entirely honest! When were you honest at all?” She crossed her arms over her chest.
“I told you that I needed a ride…” He said weakly. “Can we just focus here?” She could tell he was waiting for her to respond, so she reluctantly nodded. “Okay, well, my situation hasn’t changed much.” He sighed. “I have a week until my brother will even discuss firing that bimbo playing home health nurse.” She smirked at that. “And he still has my identification, my keys, and pretty much everything that would make my life simple and less complicated at the moment, right down to my phone.”
“I understand that. It’s not like you are in desperate need any more. I’m sure that you can very comfortably hide out here for the rest of the week.” She moved to stand. “I have a life to get back to. I have…”
“Yes, we have already established this. You have a life. You have things to do. Please, tell me about all these many things that are so important to you. Really. Sit.” He gestured for her to sit down once more.
Cammie glanced at the time on her phone. “Listen, not that you would understand, but we don’t all have parents who build up a fantastic company and leave us with built in careers.” She winced a bit when she finished saying that. Maybe he wouldn’t pick up on it. Maybe he wouldn’t notice.
“Okay. So what do your parents do?” He looked at her seriously. And she knew he really had no idea.
Laughing, she responded, “They have a little birthday party business. The Party People. Maybe you’ve heard of it?” She asked smirking.
“Didn’t they do my party last night?” Now he was smirking, too. “What did you do to piss off your parents?” He was smiling widely now.
And so was she. “So what makes you think that they are upset with me?” She was smiling in spite of herself.
“They stuck you in a hot pink bustier behind the bar with a bunch of horny 30 year old men. The alcohol was nearly limitless…”
“About that…for some reason…some of the guests were under the impression that we were out of liquor?” She eyed him suspiciously.
Scratching his head, he mumbled, “Yeah. I may have had a little something to do with that. I needed them to leave. And nothing kills a party full of a bunch of people only interested in free liquor like being out of free liquor. If it hurt sales in any way, I’ll make it up to your family just as soon as I get back to my loft.”
She chuckled. “That’s funny. I love it.” She was actually beginning to enjoy this conversation.
“So, your parents wouldn’t let you stay on in the business?” He was genuinely curious.
She shook her head. “Au contraire. They would love
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