Page 88 of The Charmer

I liked that he helped out his mom. He could easily pay someone, but he went there and did it himself.

Georgie: What kind of ideas?

Julian: About you. Not that I didn't have enough ideas of my own anyway.

Georgie: Your mom knows I was at the party?

Julian: Of course. I think by now half the family knows.

God, I wasn't used to this. I mean, I had my friends, although I hadn’t seen them in quite a while because I'd been in over my head since the flood. And I shared a lot with Zelda usually. But I wasn't used to other people knowing of my comings and goings. Then again, if they didn't, I probably wouldn't have gotten this client back, so I shouldn't complain.

Georgie: So, want to share those ideas with me?

Julian: The less you know, the better.

I rose to my feet, leaning against the desk, waiting for his next message with bated breath.

Julian: What are you doing this evening?

As I started to reply, he called me.

"Hey! What are you doing tonight?" he asked without further ado.

I was just about to say, "Nothing. I'm yours completely to have your way with me," before realizing I did in fact have something to do.

Damn it. Pesky work, always getting in the way of fun.

"I have to do inventory and place orders. We’ve used a lot of stock that needs to be replenished. Unfortunately, I'll be here until late in the evening. Tomorrow too."

"How about Saturday?"

“I'm free Saturday." My heart was beating so fast that I almost felt nauseous. Did I suddenly have blood pressure issues or was I simply swooning? Yep, it was probably just the Julian LeBlanc effect.

"All right, then."

"All right, what?"

"Please reserve that evening for me."

"Reserve in what way? You want to, I don't know, talk about the Landry party?" I suggested.

"What?"

"I know it's a while away, but maybe we should be on the same page about it."

"Forget the Landry party. I just want to take you out."

I was definitely swooning. Thank God I had no blood pressure issues; otherwise, I’d be worrying about myself. But this was all good lightheadedness. I even had some butterflies in my stomach.

"Yes, of course. Sure. What are we doing?"

"I'm still planning that. I wanted to lock down the evening first."

"You sound like Tarzan."

He started to laugh. "If you put it like that, 'Me, Tarzan, you, Jane' works perfectly."

I started to laugh, too, but I wanted to know exactly what this date was going to be. Should I bring out the big guns? Sexy or super-sexy lingerie?

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