I take a deep cleansing breath. Ok, business dinner. Don ’t forget. Just try not to drool and stay calm and don’t BLUSH whatever you do! Right.
“ Coming.” I yell as I walk over to the front door. I live in the house I grew up in, no one in here but me. Daddy is in a nursing home with round the clock care that I can barely cover most times even with his medi-care and supplemental insurance. But I would throw myself under a bus for him. And no matter what the expense, I adore him for everything he has given me my entire life.
I open the door and smile as I try to swallow down a dry gulp. Dear God in Heaven please help me not rip his clothes off.
“Hi” I say softly.
Chapter 3~Matthew
I nearly fell backwards when she opened the front door. Sweet Jesus she looked amazing! It was autumn outside, and nippy at the very least, so she was dressed so complete for the evening.
“Hi, yourself. You look amazing.” I said smiling at her. I decided not to bring flowers in fear of scaring her half to death and slamming the door in my face.
“ Well thanks, so do you.” She complimented me back. Could her eyes sparkle anymore? As is there was a beam of moon ray, shining down directly unto her face, she glowed. Her eyes were dazzling.
Um, please come in, let me just get my briefcase … I ah… Left here somewhere…” She said looking around like she lost it. Please God don’t let her find it. Please.
“ Ah here it is.” She hurried to pick it up and carry it towards me standing by the door. I looked around the house. Seemed nice, simple, A bit outdated but whom am I to judge. She certainly doesn’t act the youthful age I am positive she is. Odd come to think of it. And I have never met anyone who made me so damn nervous. I just roll back on my heels, keeping both my hands firmly in my pocket. I am sure if I attempt to touch her, my fingers my catch on fire she looks so good. Ugh, I am going to be torturing myself the entire dinner.
“ Nice house you have here.” I say looking around casually. I look back at her as she looks around her place. She shrugs, “hmm, it’s the house I grew up in so there is a sense of belonging I feel here. But it’s just me so; it gets a little strange some times.” She looks off to someplace not here. I feel bad. I think she is saddened by my comment. She slowly shakes herself out of it with a smile. I smile back looking down at her.
“ Hey, ah I am positive you have everything memorized with the proposal and all, so how about we ditch the briefcase hmm?” I ask trying to get her to drop that damn ball and chained she has such death drip on as if it were her life line in a stormy sea.
“ Sure, ok.” She answers as she puts it back down near her sofa in the living room.
“ Shall we?” I say stepping back out onto the front porch and to the side to let her come out.
“ Yes, we shall.” She answers giggling. Making me give her a wink as she locks up and I lead her to my car with my hand on the small of her back. She is holding some sort of wrap which surprises me she isn’t wearing.
“ Are you cold?” I ask as I open her side of the car for her.
“ Nope. I have a wrap just in case though.” She says holding it up for me to see in case I haven’t noticed everything she wearing and holding. Little does she know I have already memorized how she looks already? I now have the pleasure of staring at her from across a table as we share a meal together.
I walk around to my side from the back letting out a low whistle. Ok, here goes nothing …
I carefully make my way around the curves of the street. My car hugging the road as we drive through the darkness to a dining experience I pray that she never has ever experienced something like tonight before.
“Nice car.” She says almost like its something sacred whispered between her beautiful lips. Making me chuckle, I look down over at her. Watching her look around like she never had
Mary D. Esselman, Elizabeth Ash Vélez