All I'll Ever Ask (The Greatest Love Book 1) Read Free

and husky and was giving her goosebumps. Had it been too long since she had a conversation with a man that was not about business?
    “Ms. James, I am the one on the interview. After all, you would not go out with me, without a prescreening.”
    “Touché, but a girl can’t be too careful, Benjamin George Adams. By the way, I love your name, it is so Presidential.” (Really Camille, that was lame).
    “No I understand. I am happy you stood your ground. I have to respect a woman who makes a brother work for it. If you are as lovely in person, as you sound, it will be well worth my effort.”
    Did he just flirt with me? This brother has game, Camille thought as she blushed into the phone. She was positive Benjamin could hear it. Her goosebumps were now sizzling from the heat of his last statement. Benjamin sensuously spoke to her and she could not remain focused on the words, only the sound of his voice. She had to get her mind out of the gutter and stir this ship back to safe and dry land.
    “Ummm…have you been on many blind dates? Camille said.
    “I have had more than I would like to admit. However, I can’t say that they were official, blind dates. I always google her name and check out whatever public social posts, and pictures are available.”
    “Really? Tell me what you think about my public social media image.” Camille said
    “I didn’t have time to google you.”
    “Sure Benjamin, you didn’t look me up.” Camille said with sarcasm.
    “Honestly Ms. James, Kevin invited me last minute. I said okay then rushed to get dressed. Then he called back and informed me you had rejected me. So I took my broken heart to bed, and resigned to call you this morning.”
    Camille’s heart warmed as she listened to Benjamin recap’s of being turned down. She was now regretting not going to the play. “I did not reject you, I just delayed our meeting.
    “Tomato Tomata, Ms. James…”
    “Well I gave you my phone number.”
    “To your place of business, Ms. James.”
    “Regardless of that, Benjamin, we are now speaking. To prove that it was not my intention to leave you feeling rejected, text your phone number to 901.789.2345.”
    “Ok I’m texting. Whose number is this, your assistant’s?”
    “Ha. Ha. You are a comedian. That is my mobile number. Ben can we make an agreement, until we meet at the play next week?”
    “As long as it doesn’t involve me not speaking to you until then.”
    “No, just the opposite, don’t look me up and I will not google you.”
    “Ok, Ms. James that’s agreeable.”
    “Benjamin?”
                  “Yes.”
    “Can you kill the Ms. James? I get enough of that in business. This is personal and I want to keep it that way.”
    “Done, Camille. Whatever makes you comfortable. I don’t want to have any misunderstandings, This. Is. Personal.”
    Oh my God, Camille thought! She needed to go to morning prayer. Respect was not what this man made her want. If just one conversation with him could have her feeling this way, what would happen when they met? She did not want to ruin any chances of this blossoming into something. That is why she suggested no social media contact. She would live in La-La land, for the next week. Dreaming he was her Idris Elba. She could not risk taking a look at a profile picture of a man that resembled Steve Urkel, that was her last date. If his looks matched his manly voice, she may lose all her good senses and meet him before the play next Saturday.
    The conversation went on for two hours. They talked about ITS, both their families, friends and religion. They both admitted the need to do better in regards to attending church. They both had very busy schedules. Benjamin did not own his own business but he was a senior level executive at the Fortune 500 Company he worked for. They had so many things in common. The love of books, music, art, fitness, philosophy, and were both brought up in the Pentecostal church. Camille could tell his