picked up the fragile stemware admiring the etchings. ‘”Charli, these are orchids.”
“I know, isn’t it stunning?”
“Ok, give it up where did you get this or do I even have to ask?”
With a smile, followed by a little lower lip biting, I shrugged my shoulders, “Houston.”
“I should’ve known. It is beautiful and I really don’t go for that “vintage” stuff.”
“Stop with the air quotes, that drives me crazy and you know it.”
“I know. By the way, the glass is beautiful too.” I ball up a paper and throw it. I can hear Lana laughing all the way back to her office.
Chapter 17
Leaving my apartment, I was sure to bring both packages. I feared for my emotional health if I left either behind. If I have learned anything about Mr. Houston Donovan these last few months, I know to be in my lobby at the designated time. Houston or whomever picks me up is always prompt. Just as I exited my building, a sleek dark blue luxury sedan pulled up. I was surprised when Nash wasn’t the driver. A man, perhaps a few years older than Nash came around opening my door. “Mam, I’m Jeffery and I will be your driver this evening.”
“Thank you Jeffery.” As we sped down, I-95, I thought about my life and how happy I am. If a fortune teller had predicted that I would have met a very wealthy man, fell in “something” with him, I would have belly laughed, as my brothers say, because I would have thought she was crazy. The pathway of life sure can take a great many turns, mine definitely has. Wow, who would have thought I would be where I am now? My brothers. I sit and look out the window biting the inside of my cheek. I need to call both of them. It’s been awhile since I have talked to either of them. I haven’t received a text or an email. Except for the text about me being at the ballgame. I suppose staying in touch isn’t the Walker way. I think that would have made Mama really sad to know that the three of us have grown so far apart over the years. Nope, I am not going to do this. I could easily make myself depressed very quickly. This is a night that I am excited about. Obviously, Houston has put some thought into it. Before, I know it we are turning into the long drive. I need to ask Houston how we can use this wonderful estate after hours and have it all to ourselves. Whatever he does to get this place makes me feel really special.
As the car stops, about mid-way up the tree lined drive, I look over to my left noticing the shadow of a man stepping out from behind one huge, old tree. He opens the door and gets in. Before, I can say anything, Houston breaks out into the biggest smile. He takes my hand and pulls me onto his lap all in one swift movement. Smiling back, looking into his eyes, he pulls my head to him taking my mouth in a passionate kiss as we continue up the drive. The driver stops in front of the main entrance and soundlessly exits the vehicle. We sit lost in each other as my hands move down his strong, well defined chest. Breaking our heated connection, “Charli, you’re going to have to get off my lap or we will never get out.” Moving into the seat beside Houston, I exhale deeply. “Would that be such a terrible thing?”
“As much as I want you at this moment, I take all precautions to prevent my employees seeing me ravish my girlfriend.”
Girlfriend,” nodding my head. “Am I your girlfriend?”
“I certainly hope so. Do you consider me your boyfriend?”
“Honestly?”
Yes, honestly?”
“I am not really sure what I think of you as, you are many things to me. I definitely think I would call you my somebody but I think we are just a little too old to be girlfriend/boyfriend.” Nodding his head in agreement, we exit the car.
“Jeffery, this is fine. I will let you know.”
“Very good sir.”
We begin to walk away, “Sir, Ms. Jensen” stopping we turn, realizing Jeffery is holding the cloth bag I had placed my chests in.
“Ms. Jensen, You left this
“I know, isn’t it stunning?”
“Ok, give it up where did you get this or do I even have to ask?”
With a smile, followed by a little lower lip biting, I shrugged my shoulders, “Houston.”
“I should’ve known. It is beautiful and I really don’t go for that “vintage” stuff.”
“Stop with the air quotes, that drives me crazy and you know it.”
“I know. By the way, the glass is beautiful too.” I ball up a paper and throw it. I can hear Lana laughing all the way back to her office.
Chapter 17
Leaving my apartment, I was sure to bring both packages. I feared for my emotional health if I left either behind. If I have learned anything about Mr. Houston Donovan these last few months, I know to be in my lobby at the designated time. Houston or whomever picks me up is always prompt. Just as I exited my building, a sleek dark blue luxury sedan pulled up. I was surprised when Nash wasn’t the driver. A man, perhaps a few years older than Nash came around opening my door. “Mam, I’m Jeffery and I will be your driver this evening.”
“Thank you Jeffery.” As we sped down, I-95, I thought about my life and how happy I am. If a fortune teller had predicted that I would have met a very wealthy man, fell in “something” with him, I would have belly laughed, as my brothers say, because I would have thought she was crazy. The pathway of life sure can take a great many turns, mine definitely has. Wow, who would have thought I would be where I am now? My brothers. I sit and look out the window biting the inside of my cheek. I need to call both of them. It’s been awhile since I have talked to either of them. I haven’t received a text or an email. Except for the text about me being at the ballgame. I suppose staying in touch isn’t the Walker way. I think that would have made Mama really sad to know that the three of us have grown so far apart over the years. Nope, I am not going to do this. I could easily make myself depressed very quickly. This is a night that I am excited about. Obviously, Houston has put some thought into it. Before, I know it we are turning into the long drive. I need to ask Houston how we can use this wonderful estate after hours and have it all to ourselves. Whatever he does to get this place makes me feel really special.
As the car stops, about mid-way up the tree lined drive, I look over to my left noticing the shadow of a man stepping out from behind one huge, old tree. He opens the door and gets in. Before, I can say anything, Houston breaks out into the biggest smile. He takes my hand and pulls me onto his lap all in one swift movement. Smiling back, looking into his eyes, he pulls my head to him taking my mouth in a passionate kiss as we continue up the drive. The driver stops in front of the main entrance and soundlessly exits the vehicle. We sit lost in each other as my hands move down his strong, well defined chest. Breaking our heated connection, “Charli, you’re going to have to get off my lap or we will never get out.” Moving into the seat beside Houston, I exhale deeply. “Would that be such a terrible thing?”
“As much as I want you at this moment, I take all precautions to prevent my employees seeing me ravish my girlfriend.”
Girlfriend,” nodding my head. “Am I your girlfriend?”
“I certainly hope so. Do you consider me your boyfriend?”
“Honestly?”
Yes, honestly?”
“I am not really sure what I think of you as, you are many things to me. I definitely think I would call you my somebody but I think we are just a little too old to be girlfriend/boyfriend.” Nodding his head in agreement, we exit the car.
“Jeffery, this is fine. I will let you know.”
“Very good sir.”
We begin to walk away, “Sir, Ms. Jensen” stopping we turn, realizing Jeffery is holding the cloth bag I had placed my chests in.
“Ms. Jensen, You left this
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