him?”
“Well,....uh...yes. And a little bit more.” Ashley grew quiet.
Erin scowled at her. “Oh, no. You're not going to tease me with that. Spill, girl. What happened?”
Ashley told her the story of her brief encounter with Jason inside the locked store. She didn't give all the details, but she told her roommate enough to give her a pretty good idea of what had transpired.
“Wow. That doesn't sound like you at all, Ash. And then you just showed him the door?”
“I did. I just thought he was looking for a quickie. But then he gave me his phone number and asked me to call. What should I do?”
“What do you mean? You call him, that's what you should do.” Erin shook her head. “Honestly, Ashley, I don't know what to make of you sometimes. A gorgeous guy who seems to have money shows interest in you and you walk away? What were you thinking?”
Ashley took a sip of her wine. “I don't know. I'm just not sure he's really interested.”
“He's acting interested, isn't he? Why don't you call him?”
“Oh, I don't know. Maybe I will. Thanks.”
Like it or not, Erin was right. There was only one way to find out what Jason really wanted, and that was to give him a call.
Chapter 3
It took about a week for Ashley to get up the nerve to call Jason. She figured he'd probably found somebody else by now, or had forgotten about her, or...something. She got home from work one night and after a glass or two of wine, finally punched Jason's number into her telephone.
He answered after a couple of rings.
“Hello.”
“Uh..hi. Jason?”
“Yes. Who's calling?”
“This is Ashley James.” There was silence on the other end. “From the Lattetude coffee shop. Remember?” Ashley, thinking better of making this call, moved to hang up the phone.
“Oh, hi. I was hoping you'd call. I'd still like to take you out on a date, if you're interested.”
“Um...sure. I guess.” I sound like an idiot, she thought.
“How about dinner? Tomorrow OK with you?”
“That will be great. Uh...bye.” She started to hang up.
“Wait!” he said. “Don't you want to give me your address so I can pick you up?”
“Oh, right. I live at 2350 Lemon Tree Road, apartment 701.”
“Seven o'clock OK with you?”
“That will be great. Thanks.”
She hung up. Ashley was embarrassed. He must think I'm completely brainless.
Still, he had asked her on a dinner date. She'd try to make the most of it. If Jason thought she was an idiot, so be it. At worst, she'd get a meal out of the deal. Maybe he really was interested in her. What might come of that?
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Ashley had spent a half an hour trying to decide what to wear, finally deciding on her old standby - the short, little black dress with spaghetti straps. It looked great on her, and with her small breasts, she didn't even need to wear a bra with it. She added a pair of Manolo Blahnik pumps that she'd spent months paying for and hoped she'd look good enough to impress Jason. Her hair wasn't exactly cooperating today, but she did what she could with it, using a combination of rollers, a curling iron and grim determination. The humid Texas air didn't help much, but dealing with that was an everyday battle that Ashley was never going to win.
With a final dash of carefully-chosen lipstick and the addition of her fourth pair of earrings, she declared herself ready for this dinner date. She hoped she didn't do anything to embarrass herself.
Jason picked her up promptly at seven. He was impeccably dressed, of course, and his car was equally impressive. He'd arrived in a Lexus, and it didn't look like an entry-level model, either. Jason opened the car door for her, and Ashley took a deep breath as she
“Well,....uh...yes. And a little bit more.” Ashley grew quiet.
Erin scowled at her. “Oh, no. You're not going to tease me with that. Spill, girl. What happened?”
Ashley told her the story of her brief encounter with Jason inside the locked store. She didn't give all the details, but she told her roommate enough to give her a pretty good idea of what had transpired.
“Wow. That doesn't sound like you at all, Ash. And then you just showed him the door?”
“I did. I just thought he was looking for a quickie. But then he gave me his phone number and asked me to call. What should I do?”
“What do you mean? You call him, that's what you should do.” Erin shook her head. “Honestly, Ashley, I don't know what to make of you sometimes. A gorgeous guy who seems to have money shows interest in you and you walk away? What were you thinking?”
Ashley took a sip of her wine. “I don't know. I'm just not sure he's really interested.”
“He's acting interested, isn't he? Why don't you call him?”
“Oh, I don't know. Maybe I will. Thanks.”
Like it or not, Erin was right. There was only one way to find out what Jason really wanted, and that was to give him a call.
Chapter 3
It took about a week for Ashley to get up the nerve to call Jason. She figured he'd probably found somebody else by now, or had forgotten about her, or...something. She got home from work one night and after a glass or two of wine, finally punched Jason's number into her telephone.
He answered after a couple of rings.
“Hello.”
“Uh..hi. Jason?”
“Yes. Who's calling?”
“This is Ashley James.” There was silence on the other end. “From the Lattetude coffee shop. Remember?” Ashley, thinking better of making this call, moved to hang up the phone.
“Oh, hi. I was hoping you'd call. I'd still like to take you out on a date, if you're interested.”
“Um...sure. I guess.” I sound like an idiot, she thought.
“How about dinner? Tomorrow OK with you?”
“That will be great. Uh...bye.” She started to hang up.
“Wait!” he said. “Don't you want to give me your address so I can pick you up?”
“Oh, right. I live at 2350 Lemon Tree Road, apartment 701.”
“Seven o'clock OK with you?”
“That will be great. Thanks.”
She hung up. Ashley was embarrassed. He must think I'm completely brainless.
Still, he had asked her on a dinner date. She'd try to make the most of it. If Jason thought she was an idiot, so be it. At worst, she'd get a meal out of the deal. Maybe he really was interested in her. What might come of that?
-----------------------------------------------
Ashley had spent a half an hour trying to decide what to wear, finally deciding on her old standby - the short, little black dress with spaghetti straps. It looked great on her, and with her small breasts, she didn't even need to wear a bra with it. She added a pair of Manolo Blahnik pumps that she'd spent months paying for and hoped she'd look good enough to impress Jason. Her hair wasn't exactly cooperating today, but she did what she could with it, using a combination of rollers, a curling iron and grim determination. The humid Texas air didn't help much, but dealing with that was an everyday battle that Ashley was never going to win.
With a final dash of carefully-chosen lipstick and the addition of her fourth pair of earrings, she declared herself ready for this dinner date. She hoped she didn't do anything to embarrass herself.
Jason picked her up promptly at seven. He was impeccably dressed, of course, and his car was equally impressive. He'd arrived in a Lexus, and it didn't look like an entry-level model, either. Jason opened the car door for her, and Ashley took a deep breath as she
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