placing my hand on his thigh. This touch soothed my need. His hand covered mine as we sat quietly enjoying this sensual touch. We remained this way until we pulled into the garage at Dade 303. When I tried to pull my hand back, Houston’s hand clamped down on mine. We sat like that for just a second enjoying this simple yet complex connection.
Chapter 16
“Good Morning, Charli. It’s starting out to be a great isn’t it?”
“I guess, Lana. I’m not sure how great it is starting but it sure sounds like someone is having a good one. Any reason I should know? It wouldn’t be connected to the good mood I noticed Terrance in when I stopped by the Java House this morning?”
Smiling at me, “Possibly.” I always enjoy watching her at the beginning of a new romance. She has so many facial expressions. I turn around and look at Joan as she hands me a package marked fragile.
“Okay? Weird. Where did this come from, Joan?”
“Messenger brought it this morning. Did you ever open that other package from a couple of weeks ago?”
Exhaling deeply and squeezing my eyes shut, “No, I forgot it. I laid it over to the side and didn’t think anything else about it. I’m not sure where it is exactly.”
I walk into my office, deciding to open today’s arrival first. Sitting down at my desk, deja-vu hits me hard. Closing my eyes, I give myself a brief pep talk. Reaching over to my computer, I click on my favorite music app, find something to listen to. Just as, I pull out my box cutter to open the package an upbeat song that always makes me happy comes on.
I sing along softly, because that is the only way I would ever sing out loud in public even if I am in my office. I break the seal and what do I find? A box inside. Okay. I open that box and go through this process two more times. Really, how immature is this? I wonder is my friend Rose at the Java Hut playing a prank on me. This is about like something she would do. Finally, I pull out a small wooden chest. What in the world? I try to open it but it seems to be locked.
That is when I notice the ecru envelope. Opening it, I smile, the embossed card simply reads: Bring the contents of the first package along with this to The Museum and Gardens of Biscayne tonight. Your driver will pick you up from your apartment at seven.
Defiantly not Rose. I look around my office for the first package finally finding it inside a drawer under some papers. I open it and inside is a chest that matches the other one but only larger. I lift the chest out, take a deep breath, “Really?” I open this box to find a beautiful antique wine glass laying in a bed of midnight blue velvet again with a handwritten note enclosed. Try not to shatter this one. Smiling, I pick up my phone , C … U… @ 7.
“ Charli, did you finish the Rowling and Peele travel package?” asks Lana as she comes into my office, sits down across from me. I shake my head just enough to clear away any thoughts about what is locked up in the small chest. “Huh? I’m sorry Lana what did you say?” “Did you finish the Rowling and Peele itinerary?”
“Yes, believe it or not, I’ve already emailed it. Why?”
“Peele contacted me just now and “assured” me he hadn’t received anything from Supreme Corporate Travel.”
“Well, it might be because I sent it to his partner, William Rowling. I doubt if they even talk? It’s no wonder that this retreat we have assembled is the final attempt to hold together a company that clearly needs to be dissolved. We’re a corporate travel company specializing in retreats not miracles. I’ll send it to Peele right now,” as I turn to my desktop.
“Just keep the sarcasm in the office, even though I agree with you.” Looking down at my desk as she stands Lana sees the larger chest. “Charli, this is beautiful. Is it new? Where did you get it?”
Looking up, I smile, “Open it.”
She opened the box and sighed. “This is gorgeous, May I?” Nodding my head, Lana
Chapter 16
“Good Morning, Charli. It’s starting out to be a great isn’t it?”
“I guess, Lana. I’m not sure how great it is starting but it sure sounds like someone is having a good one. Any reason I should know? It wouldn’t be connected to the good mood I noticed Terrance in when I stopped by the Java House this morning?”
Smiling at me, “Possibly.” I always enjoy watching her at the beginning of a new romance. She has so many facial expressions. I turn around and look at Joan as she hands me a package marked fragile.
“Okay? Weird. Where did this come from, Joan?”
“Messenger brought it this morning. Did you ever open that other package from a couple of weeks ago?”
Exhaling deeply and squeezing my eyes shut, “No, I forgot it. I laid it over to the side and didn’t think anything else about it. I’m not sure where it is exactly.”
I walk into my office, deciding to open today’s arrival first. Sitting down at my desk, deja-vu hits me hard. Closing my eyes, I give myself a brief pep talk. Reaching over to my computer, I click on my favorite music app, find something to listen to. Just as, I pull out my box cutter to open the package an upbeat song that always makes me happy comes on.
I sing along softly, because that is the only way I would ever sing out loud in public even if I am in my office. I break the seal and what do I find? A box inside. Okay. I open that box and go through this process two more times. Really, how immature is this? I wonder is my friend Rose at the Java Hut playing a prank on me. This is about like something she would do. Finally, I pull out a small wooden chest. What in the world? I try to open it but it seems to be locked.
That is when I notice the ecru envelope. Opening it, I smile, the embossed card simply reads: Bring the contents of the first package along with this to The Museum and Gardens of Biscayne tonight. Your driver will pick you up from your apartment at seven.
Defiantly not Rose. I look around my office for the first package finally finding it inside a drawer under some papers. I open it and inside is a chest that matches the other one but only larger. I lift the chest out, take a deep breath, “Really?” I open this box to find a beautiful antique wine glass laying in a bed of midnight blue velvet again with a handwritten note enclosed. Try not to shatter this one. Smiling, I pick up my phone , C … U… @ 7.
“ Charli, did you finish the Rowling and Peele travel package?” asks Lana as she comes into my office, sits down across from me. I shake my head just enough to clear away any thoughts about what is locked up in the small chest. “Huh? I’m sorry Lana what did you say?” “Did you finish the Rowling and Peele itinerary?”
“Yes, believe it or not, I’ve already emailed it. Why?”
“Peele contacted me just now and “assured” me he hadn’t received anything from Supreme Corporate Travel.”
“Well, it might be because I sent it to his partner, William Rowling. I doubt if they even talk? It’s no wonder that this retreat we have assembled is the final attempt to hold together a company that clearly needs to be dissolved. We’re a corporate travel company specializing in retreats not miracles. I’ll send it to Peele right now,” as I turn to my desktop.
“Just keep the sarcasm in the office, even though I agree with you.” Looking down at my desk as she stands Lana sees the larger chest. “Charli, this is beautiful. Is it new? Where did you get it?”
Looking up, I smile, “Open it.”
She opened the box and sighed. “This is gorgeous, May I?” Nodding my head, Lana
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