Page 59 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

I grab it, take a deep breath and say casually, "This is Sarah. Can I help you?"

"Sarah, it's me."

"Sorry, who's me?" I say as if I don't have Ethan's number saved in my phone.

"It's Ethan, your boss.” His tone is clipped, as if he’s annoyed.

I try not to roll my eyes. I don't know why he had to add my boss. We both know he's my boss, but I would've hoped he'd think he was more than that now that we'd slept together. Couldn’t he have said, “it’s me, Ethan, your part-time lover, or something?”

"Oh, hello, Ethan," I say in a stilted tone because I don't want him to know how excited I am.

"What are you doing?” He demands as if he deserves to know the information.

"I am out with my best friends, Ella and Isabel, and we’re—.”

“Okay, I see,” he says, cutting me off.

I frown slightly. I can't stand it when he's a rude, annoying asshole.

"I haven't heard from you in a couple of days," he continues.

"Yeah, well, I've been working and—.“

"Is the jingle ready?"

"It's not ready yet, but it will be soon. You gave me two weeks, remember?"

"Well, I thought you might be finished with it earlier than that."

"Well, you thought wrong," I say. I'm starting to feel annoyed now. Why had I been so excited to hear from him?

"I need you to meet me tomorrow," he says lowering his voice.

"Okay, when and where?” I want to groan at how eager I sound.

"4:00 PM at the Champagne Room," his voice is a low growl.

"The Champagne Room?" I ask, my heart racing suddenly. "Are you asking me—.“

"I got to go." He clicks and hangs up the phone before I can finish my question.

I stare at the phone for a few seconds in disbelief and then look at my best friends. Their eyes are both wide and I can tell that they want to know what the conversation was about, but they're nervous to ask.

"I think he may have just asked me on a date," I say grinning, widely. I can't help myself, I'm excited. Really, really excited. Maybe this is going somewhere, after all.

"Wait, what?" Ella says. "Like a real date?"

I nod slowly. "He wants to meet me tomorrow at the Champagne Room.” I squeal. “I mean, it sure sounds like a venue for a date.”

"Oh my gosh," Isabel says, gawking. "The Champagne Room is only the city's best, most exclusive bar."

"I know," I say, nodding slowly as I remember reading about it in a magazine. "Girls, what am I going to wear? Oh my gosh, I'm freaking out guys. I think Ethan Rosser just asked me out on a real date."

I start jumping up and down, and they both stand up and join me. I grab their hands, and we're all jumping up and down together as if we're 18 years old and the quarterback just asked me to homecoming.

"Guys, what do you think it means?"

"I don't know," Isabel says. "But what I do know is that he's been thinking about you and he wants you and..."

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