nearby. He set it beside her, gesturing her to sit down.
She sat down and he placed another chair before her, doing the same.
"Before we start, I would appreciate it if you put a shirt on. Thank you."
A smirk tugging his lips, he walked to the bench for his shirt. He placed on his fitted V neck T, then turned off the stereo with his remote, silencing the noise.
He slouched in his chair, with his hands folded behind his head, and leg extended forward. "I'm listening."
She shifted in her seat, tempted to drag her chair back a few inches. Goodness. Did he have to sit like that? He sat so close, with his legs open as though he were inviting her in.
When she took notice to the bulge in his shorts, her breath stopped. Was he...?
Oh god.
"So, uh...”She cleared her throat, forcing her gaze away. “I realized that we've gotten off to a bad start. And I was hoping that we could make amends."
He raised a brow once again.
"At the moment, Free the Heart, is sort of going through a bit of...financial trouble right now. Without going into detail, our budget has lowered and we're looking for more funding. I remember in our first meeting, we were going to discuss the sponsorship of your foundation, so I'd like it if we could continue with our initial goal." She opened her bag and pulled out her manila folder, which held a detailed written grant proposal. She handed it to him.
He opened the folder and skimmed the document. Shortly after, he closed the folder. "So, let me get this straight. You still want my foundation to give ya'll money, after you pretty much cursed me out and called me rapist?"
His response took her by surprise.
"Well, I did so after you called me a bitch," she snapped back.
"That's how you were acting."
She blinked, shocked.
"And you were being an arrogant asshole, so I acted accordingly."
"How so? I was being myself.”
"Exactly."
"Wow."
She scoffed, gathering her things. "You know what? Forget I even asked."
She knew this was a mistake. She should’ve known better than to waste her time coming here.
She stood up and turned away.
"I never said I wouldn't do it."
"Don't bother."
"Reese, wait."
With a sigh, she stopped in her tracks.
"Take a seat," he said in a softer tone.
Rolling her eyes, she spun around and sat in the seat.
"I'll do it. But first you gotta do something for me..."
He licked his lips with a sly smile and she frowned when his message became clear.
"No, I'm not sleeping with you."
He raised his hands in surrender. "Relax, baby. I didn't say all that."
"So, what is it?"
"You gotta go on a date with me."
"What?" she said, taken aback.
He leaned back in his initial slouched position.
"You can't be serious"
"Yup," he said coolly.
"So, you're bribing me for a date?"
How pathetic.
He shrugged without a care.
She shook her head, repulsed. She couldn't believe it. She contemplated flipping him the finger and storming right out of there. But then...her organization.
Damnit.
"Fine, I'll go on a date with you." She cringed as those words left her lips. She must've really been desperate. "But one date. That's it."
Chapter 11
"Relax, Reese, relax," She mumbled as she cruised the highway.
Tonight, she was meeting up with Cameron for their date. He told her to meet him at De Palma's, a 5 star restaurant in New York City. He obviously was a man with expensive taste. She had heard nothing but great reviews on the restaurant, however the prices of food were enough to burn a hole through her pockets like acid to skin.
She had no idea what to expect tonight. And she had to admit, she was beyond nervous. She couldn't even remember the last time she had been on a date with another man. It had been years. She kept reminding herself, that this was just a business deal. That was it. It wasn't like this was going any further than tonight. She had no interest in Cameron and it would stay that way.
She just hoped tonight wasn't a disaster. Although, she could bet a
She sat down and he placed another chair before her, doing the same.
"Before we start, I would appreciate it if you put a shirt on. Thank you."
A smirk tugging his lips, he walked to the bench for his shirt. He placed on his fitted V neck T, then turned off the stereo with his remote, silencing the noise.
He slouched in his chair, with his hands folded behind his head, and leg extended forward. "I'm listening."
She shifted in her seat, tempted to drag her chair back a few inches. Goodness. Did he have to sit like that? He sat so close, with his legs open as though he were inviting her in.
When she took notice to the bulge in his shorts, her breath stopped. Was he...?
Oh god.
"So, uh...”She cleared her throat, forcing her gaze away. “I realized that we've gotten off to a bad start. And I was hoping that we could make amends."
He raised a brow once again.
"At the moment, Free the Heart, is sort of going through a bit of...financial trouble right now. Without going into detail, our budget has lowered and we're looking for more funding. I remember in our first meeting, we were going to discuss the sponsorship of your foundation, so I'd like it if we could continue with our initial goal." She opened her bag and pulled out her manila folder, which held a detailed written grant proposal. She handed it to him.
He opened the folder and skimmed the document. Shortly after, he closed the folder. "So, let me get this straight. You still want my foundation to give ya'll money, after you pretty much cursed me out and called me rapist?"
His response took her by surprise.
"Well, I did so after you called me a bitch," she snapped back.
"That's how you were acting."
She blinked, shocked.
"And you were being an arrogant asshole, so I acted accordingly."
"How so? I was being myself.”
"Exactly."
"Wow."
She scoffed, gathering her things. "You know what? Forget I even asked."
She knew this was a mistake. She should’ve known better than to waste her time coming here.
She stood up and turned away.
"I never said I wouldn't do it."
"Don't bother."
"Reese, wait."
With a sigh, she stopped in her tracks.
"Take a seat," he said in a softer tone.
Rolling her eyes, she spun around and sat in the seat.
"I'll do it. But first you gotta do something for me..."
He licked his lips with a sly smile and she frowned when his message became clear.
"No, I'm not sleeping with you."
He raised his hands in surrender. "Relax, baby. I didn't say all that."
"So, what is it?"
"You gotta go on a date with me."
"What?" she said, taken aback.
He leaned back in his initial slouched position.
"You can't be serious"
"Yup," he said coolly.
"So, you're bribing me for a date?"
How pathetic.
He shrugged without a care.
She shook her head, repulsed. She couldn't believe it. She contemplated flipping him the finger and storming right out of there. But then...her organization.
Damnit.
"Fine, I'll go on a date with you." She cringed as those words left her lips. She must've really been desperate. "But one date. That's it."
Chapter 11
"Relax, Reese, relax," She mumbled as she cruised the highway.
Tonight, she was meeting up with Cameron for their date. He told her to meet him at De Palma's, a 5 star restaurant in New York City. He obviously was a man with expensive taste. She had heard nothing but great reviews on the restaurant, however the prices of food were enough to burn a hole through her pockets like acid to skin.
She had no idea what to expect tonight. And she had to admit, she was beyond nervous. She couldn't even remember the last time she had been on a date with another man. It had been years. She kept reminding herself, that this was just a business deal. That was it. It wasn't like this was going any further than tonight. She had no interest in Cameron and it would stay that way.
She just hoped tonight wasn't a disaster. Although, she could bet a
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