Page 61 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

"Oh, that's a pity," he says, disappointment in his eyes.

"Sorry, what?"

"I was hoping you were going to say you were meeting a girlfriend or you were just coming to have a solo drink." He chuckles slightly.

"Oh, why is that?"

"Because I get off in a couple of hours and I'd love to take you out."

"Oh, well, I mean, I'm kind of here for a date and..." I blush slightly. Was this cute guy really flirting with me?

"All the gorgeous ones are taken," he says.

"Well, you know." I run my fingers through my hair and laugh slightly. "I'm not quite taken yet, but..."

"Ms. Kahan?" I hear Ethan's voice and I blink. I turn and look around and I see him standing in the corner. He's wearing a business suit still, and there's a blank expression on his face. My heart races slightly as I gaze at him.

"Oh, there's my date," I say, as I lift my hand up and wave slightly.

Ethan steps forward, but he doesn't smile. I see three men following behind him and my heart jolts. Who the fuck are they? I put on a big smile and head towards Ethan.

"Hi, I..."

"What are you wearing?" He whispers to me and I blink slightly as I see his eyes move towards my exposed thighs and back to my face. He shakes his head and then turns to the three men that were standing behind him.

"Gentlemen, this is Sarah Kahan. She works in my copywriting department. I had her come because she has some good ideas for the new campaign. Sarah, this is Bob Discok, Bill Prints, and Joey Santorine.”

I swallow hard as my face goes bright red. I'd gotten it wrong. This was not a date. This was a business meeting with clients and here I was looking like a dolled-up prostitute. I knew I didn't look professional. I knew my boobs were about to pop out as well as my ass. I bite down on my lower lip. I can't believe this. I want a hole to open up and swallow me.

"Hi," I say, and I've already forgotten the men's names.

Each one shakes my hand and I just nod as they say something to me. I can't even comprehend what they're saying. My brain is racing. I feel completely out of it. I feel like a fool.

I look over at Ethan and his eyes are narrowed. I know he's pissed. But maybe not as pissed as I am. At both myself and him. Why hadn’t he told me this was a business meeting? Why had I assumed it was a date?

"Shall we have a seat?" One of the men says. I can't remember his name, but he looks at me appreciatively. He looks like a slightly younger version of George Clooney. He's very attractive, and even though his hair is gray, I'd decide I’ll still flirt with him even though I'm not into older men.

"Yeah, that sounds good," I say as he pulls out my chair and waits for me to sit.

”So Sarah, how long have you been at Rosser International?" The George Clooney lookalike asks me, and my mind goes blank.

"Well," I lick my lips nervously as I attempt to pull the back of my skirt down again. This is not good.

"One second. I just need to speak to Sarah for a moment," Ethan says, as he grabs my arm and pulls me over to the side of the room.

"What are you wearing?" He asks, his blue eyes blazing as they narrow.

"What do you mean what am I wearing?" I glare at him. “Clothes.”

"What do you not understand by my question? Why are you wearing," he flickers over my breasts and down my long legs. “This barely nothing piece of material. It's very inappropriate."

I'm not about to tell him I thought he'd asked me on a date. There's no way in hell I would let him know that.

"I'm going out later to a pole dancing class," I say. "And I just wanted to be in the right attire.

"A pole dancing class?" His eyes narrow to a slit. "Is this your way of telling me that you really are a stripper after all?"

"No," I say through gritted teeth.

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