nervous. The fifteen minutes he was talking seemed more like fifteen hours to him. He received a standing ovation at the end of his speech. He stopped and talked to several people as he made his way back to his table. To his dismay, Charlotte wasn’t there.
“I bet you thought I left, didn’t you?” Charlotte said, as she snuck up on him.
Sean sighed. “I sure did. So how did I do?”
“You were great, but you didn’t need me to tell you that,” Charlotte responded, as they stood there.
“Charlotte, hearing it come from you, means a lot.”
“Well, I can call a cab so you don’t have to worry about seeing me home.”
“No. I’m a man of my word. I will be dropping you off as soon as this event is over.”
The announcer came on the loud speaker. “The dance floor is now open.” The music blasted throughout the room.
“Would you do me the honor?” Sean extended his hand out.
“Might as well put this red dress to use,” Charlotte said, as she followed Sean to the dance floor.
They spent the next twenty minutes dancing and enjoying each other’s company.
Sean pulled out Charlotte’s seat. “Glad to see you’re enjoying yourself.”
“I’m glad I stayed,” she responded, as she motioned for the waiter’s attention.
“May I help you?” the waiter asked.
“Yes. Can I have a glass of Chardonnay?” Charlotte asked.
“Anything for you, sir?” the waiter asked, looking in Sean’s direction.
“I’ll have the same,” Sean responded.
Soon, they were so caught up in conversation, they weren’t paying much attention to everyone else in the room. Sean had so many things he wanted to say but didn’t want to spoil the mood.
“It’s been a long week. I hate to be a party pooper, but I’m a little tired,” Charlotte said.
“We can leave. Let me have my driver meet us out front.” Sean removed his cell phone from his pocket and sent a text message to his driver.
“Sean, there you are,” one of the female organizers said. “Can I get you to take a quick picture?”
“You caught me just in time. I was just about to leave.”
“Great. It’ll only take a minute.”
Sean looked at Charlotte. “I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll meet you out front,” Charlotte responded.
Twenty minutes later, Sean and Charlotte were seated in the back of the limousine.
Sean wondered what was going through Charlotte’s mind. She remained quiet during the trip to her house. He wanted to hold her, but refrained from doing so. The driver pulled up in front of her house.
Sean got out, went to the other side, and held her door open.
Charlotte took his hand and exited the back of the limousine.
“Thank you for the ride home.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
Charlotte began walking, Sean behind her.
“You don’t have to walk me to the door,” Charlotte said.
“I want to make sure you get in safe and secure,” Sean replied.
“Suit yourself.” Charlotte continued to walk up the driveway.
When she reached the front door she fumbled in her purse for her keys.
“I hope you find your keys. We don’t want a repeat of the last time. I don’t have my tools on me.” Sean laughed.
Charlotte dangled the keys out in front of her. “I’m prepared tonight.” She opened the front door and turned around to face him but blocked him from entering. “You have a interview at five on the morning show so you need to go home so you can get some rest.”
“Not without doing this first,” Sean said.
Sean pulled Charlotte into a loving embrace and kissed her passionately.
Charlotte was the first to pull away. “Good night, Sean.”
Sean waited for her to walk inside. Once he heard her lock the door, he walked back to the limousine. Although he wanted to stay, Charlotte was right. If he didn’t go home and get some rest, he would wake up with bags under his eyes and he had to be rested for his interview.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sean intensified his morning workout. He needed to release some of the
“I bet you thought I left, didn’t you?” Charlotte said, as she snuck up on him.
Sean sighed. “I sure did. So how did I do?”
“You were great, but you didn’t need me to tell you that,” Charlotte responded, as they stood there.
“Charlotte, hearing it come from you, means a lot.”
“Well, I can call a cab so you don’t have to worry about seeing me home.”
“No. I’m a man of my word. I will be dropping you off as soon as this event is over.”
The announcer came on the loud speaker. “The dance floor is now open.” The music blasted throughout the room.
“Would you do me the honor?” Sean extended his hand out.
“Might as well put this red dress to use,” Charlotte said, as she followed Sean to the dance floor.
They spent the next twenty minutes dancing and enjoying each other’s company.
Sean pulled out Charlotte’s seat. “Glad to see you’re enjoying yourself.”
“I’m glad I stayed,” she responded, as she motioned for the waiter’s attention.
“May I help you?” the waiter asked.
“Yes. Can I have a glass of Chardonnay?” Charlotte asked.
“Anything for you, sir?” the waiter asked, looking in Sean’s direction.
“I’ll have the same,” Sean responded.
Soon, they were so caught up in conversation, they weren’t paying much attention to everyone else in the room. Sean had so many things he wanted to say but didn’t want to spoil the mood.
“It’s been a long week. I hate to be a party pooper, but I’m a little tired,” Charlotte said.
“We can leave. Let me have my driver meet us out front.” Sean removed his cell phone from his pocket and sent a text message to his driver.
“Sean, there you are,” one of the female organizers said. “Can I get you to take a quick picture?”
“You caught me just in time. I was just about to leave.”
“Great. It’ll only take a minute.”
Sean looked at Charlotte. “I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll meet you out front,” Charlotte responded.
Twenty minutes later, Sean and Charlotte were seated in the back of the limousine.
Sean wondered what was going through Charlotte’s mind. She remained quiet during the trip to her house. He wanted to hold her, but refrained from doing so. The driver pulled up in front of her house.
Sean got out, went to the other side, and held her door open.
Charlotte took his hand and exited the back of the limousine.
“Thank you for the ride home.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
Charlotte began walking, Sean behind her.
“You don’t have to walk me to the door,” Charlotte said.
“I want to make sure you get in safe and secure,” Sean replied.
“Suit yourself.” Charlotte continued to walk up the driveway.
When she reached the front door she fumbled in her purse for her keys.
“I hope you find your keys. We don’t want a repeat of the last time. I don’t have my tools on me.” Sean laughed.
Charlotte dangled the keys out in front of her. “I’m prepared tonight.” She opened the front door and turned around to face him but blocked him from entering. “You have a interview at five on the morning show so you need to go home so you can get some rest.”
“Not without doing this first,” Sean said.
Sean pulled Charlotte into a loving embrace and kissed her passionately.
Charlotte was the first to pull away. “Good night, Sean.”
Sean waited for her to walk inside. Once he heard her lock the door, he walked back to the limousine. Although he wanted to stay, Charlotte was right. If he didn’t go home and get some rest, he would wake up with bags under his eyes and he had to be rested for his interview.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sean intensified his morning workout. He needed to release some of the
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