mutters to Wanda
and jabs his thumb in my direction. “Can I help you with
your box ma’am?”
Luke is flirting? This is novel. Wanda looks
pleased and bats her eyes. “Please call me Wanda. And
no, thank you Luke, I can manage,” Wanda says as she
blushes and bats her eyes again.
“If you don’t like being called an assassin then you
shouldn’t have pulled your laser pointer on the poor
boy.”
Luke pops both hands on his hips and shakes his
head at me.
“Can you make sure the movers have the info to
come up? They should be here any minute.”
“I will escort them myself. If you ladies need
anything just ring.” Luke turned back to the monitors on
the desk as Wanda and I walk toward the elevator. I
noticed Wanda has a little more sway in her step and I
presume that is for Luke’s benefit. I glance over before
stepping into the elevator and catch Luke watching her
saunter away.
This should be interesting.
“He is freaken hot, Emm. But why do you call him
an assassin?”
“Oh God. I knew you had that come-get-me-look,”
I tease. “When I first moved to the city, Luke drove me
and my friends to a concert. While we were there, a
rowdy bunch of frat boys decided to make some trouble
in the parking lot as we were leaving. Luke saw us
becoming increasingly annoyed and walked over to tell
them to settle down. The boys challenged Luke, but he
kept his cool and walked away. To scare them I told them
he was my bodyguard and a former assassin. They
scoffed at the idea and Luke, being a jokester, pulled out
a laser pointer and aimed it at one of the boy’s heads. The
rest of the group got so scared they ran for cover. The
boy who had the red dot on his head from the laser
pointer actually peed his pants. My friends and I
laughed so hard the rest of the way home. From that
moment on, Luke was officially the coolest guy ever as
far as they were concerned.”
“That shit is funny,” Wanda said, we both
laughed. “He can use his pointer on me anytime.”
“Oh Jesus.” I roll my eyes. “Ewww, Wanda. Luke
is like family, I don’t want to hear about you and his
pointer.”
Wanda and I enter our new apartment. It is as
breathtaking in the daytime as it is at night. I take my
suitcases down the hall to my room and start unpacking
my bathroom supplies. The movers make easy work of
bringing our boxes into our rooms and are gone within
the hour. Unpacking can wait. It’s shopping time.
After a shower and a fresh pair of clothes we’re off
into the city for some shopping and lunch. We decided to
have lunch at a deli nearby that had outdoor seating so
we could watch the flow of people as we eat. After we
placed our order I felt my phone buzz in my purse.
Hey, Sweetness. R u primping for our date? lol. I will
pick you up at 7.
Where do you live?
When I read the text I could almost hear his voice
whispering the words into my ear. A huge smile creeps
up on my face.
“That Mr. Rock and Roll? Judging by the look on
your face, your date is still on.” I nod to her and text him
back.
Where are we going?
I need to know what to wear.
A minute later I get a reply.
Leob Boathouse in Central Park. The area near the
boathouse is my favorite place in the city.
I send him a reply back.
That is not far from me. Instead of picking me up, meet
me at the 5 th Street entrance. We can walk over. The park
is beautiful this time of year.
I will meet you there at 7.
I am so giddy with excitement. I can’t wait until
tonight. An evening alone with Dominic is my idea of a
good time. I am surprised by his choice of dinning,
though. I would have been fine if he said the Hard Rock
Café, but it seems as though he is putting some
consideration into this date.
He texts me back.
You live near 5 th Avenue?
It then dawns on me that he has no idea who I
am, other than Emma, a girl he used to make out with.
We never really exchanged last names. When we did
talk, we mostly talked about his
and jabs his thumb in my direction. “Can I help you with
your box ma’am?”
Luke is flirting? This is novel. Wanda looks
pleased and bats her eyes. “Please call me Wanda. And
no, thank you Luke, I can manage,” Wanda says as she
blushes and bats her eyes again.
“If you don’t like being called an assassin then you
shouldn’t have pulled your laser pointer on the poor
boy.”
Luke pops both hands on his hips and shakes his
head at me.
“Can you make sure the movers have the info to
come up? They should be here any minute.”
“I will escort them myself. If you ladies need
anything just ring.” Luke turned back to the monitors on
the desk as Wanda and I walk toward the elevator. I
noticed Wanda has a little more sway in her step and I
presume that is for Luke’s benefit. I glance over before
stepping into the elevator and catch Luke watching her
saunter away.
This should be interesting.
“He is freaken hot, Emm. But why do you call him
an assassin?”
“Oh God. I knew you had that come-get-me-look,”
I tease. “When I first moved to the city, Luke drove me
and my friends to a concert. While we were there, a
rowdy bunch of frat boys decided to make some trouble
in the parking lot as we were leaving. Luke saw us
becoming increasingly annoyed and walked over to tell
them to settle down. The boys challenged Luke, but he
kept his cool and walked away. To scare them I told them
he was my bodyguard and a former assassin. They
scoffed at the idea and Luke, being a jokester, pulled out
a laser pointer and aimed it at one of the boy’s heads. The
rest of the group got so scared they ran for cover. The
boy who had the red dot on his head from the laser
pointer actually peed his pants. My friends and I
laughed so hard the rest of the way home. From that
moment on, Luke was officially the coolest guy ever as
far as they were concerned.”
“That shit is funny,” Wanda said, we both
laughed. “He can use his pointer on me anytime.”
“Oh Jesus.” I roll my eyes. “Ewww, Wanda. Luke
is like family, I don’t want to hear about you and his
pointer.”
Wanda and I enter our new apartment. It is as
breathtaking in the daytime as it is at night. I take my
suitcases down the hall to my room and start unpacking
my bathroom supplies. The movers make easy work of
bringing our boxes into our rooms and are gone within
the hour. Unpacking can wait. It’s shopping time.
After a shower and a fresh pair of clothes we’re off
into the city for some shopping and lunch. We decided to
have lunch at a deli nearby that had outdoor seating so
we could watch the flow of people as we eat. After we
placed our order I felt my phone buzz in my purse.
Hey, Sweetness. R u primping for our date? lol. I will
pick you up at 7.
Where do you live?
When I read the text I could almost hear his voice
whispering the words into my ear. A huge smile creeps
up on my face.
“That Mr. Rock and Roll? Judging by the look on
your face, your date is still on.” I nod to her and text him
back.
Where are we going?
I need to know what to wear.
A minute later I get a reply.
Leob Boathouse in Central Park. The area near the
boathouse is my favorite place in the city.
I send him a reply back.
That is not far from me. Instead of picking me up, meet
me at the 5 th Street entrance. We can walk over. The park
is beautiful this time of year.
I will meet you there at 7.
I am so giddy with excitement. I can’t wait until
tonight. An evening alone with Dominic is my idea of a
good time. I am surprised by his choice of dinning,
though. I would have been fine if he said the Hard Rock
Café, but it seems as though he is putting some
consideration into this date.
He texts me back.
You live near 5 th Avenue?
It then dawns on me that he has no idea who I
am, other than Emma, a girl he used to make out with.
We never really exchanged last names. When we did
talk, we mostly talked about his
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