“You two should get along really well, then.” She laughed.
Chapter Eight
Jackson
After leaving Emily’s shop, I headed to the office.
“Good morning, Mr. Caine. Mr. Windsor is in your office waiting for you.”
“Thank you, Audrey, and good morning to you too.”
Walking into my office, I found my best friend and vice president, Samuel, sitting in the chair across from my desk.
“Where have you been?”
“I had to make a stop on the way in. Remember that girl I told you about? Emily? The one who owns the shop where I bought Jules’ dress for her birthday?”
“Yeah. Wasn’t she the one you ran into at that wedding?”
“Yes. I asked her to have dinner with me tonight.”
“Good for you, bro. Now the two of you can bash relationships all night. Speaking of which, I’m breaking up with Steph tonight. Wish me luck that she doesn’t go all psychotic.”
“I wish you all the luck in the world, man. That girl is a bit unstable.”
“I know.” He shook his head. “Anyway, we need to go over the market analysis for the condo project.”
After my meeting, I asked Audrey to come into my office.
“Yes, Mr. Caine?”
“Please call Jean Georges and make a reservation for two at seven o’clock. My usual table.”
“Yes, sir.”
Picking up my phone from my desk, I sent Emily a text message.
“Jean Georges at seven o’clock. Trump Hotel. I’ll be waiting for you outside.”
“Nice choice. I’ll see you then.”
I smiled and set down my phone. She intrigued me, and she was one woman whom I wanted to get to know better. Things felt natural with her that night at the wedding. I enjoyed her company, and I wanted more of it. I wanted all of her. But I’d have to play that very carefully, or I’d risk never seeing her again. The other women, I didn’t care about. And even though I only spoke with Emily for a few hours that night, I instantly knew that I needed to see her again.
Emily
“I seriously can’t believe you’re going out with him after you’re on a dating hiatus,” Katie spoke as she lay across my bed.
“This black dress, or should I go red?” I held up both dresses in front of me.
“Go red.”
“I have a good feeling about him. I know he won’t be a problem.”
“For both your sakes, I hope not.” She sighed.
After slipping into my dress, I ran the brush through my long blonde hair one last time, dabbed on a scarlet red lip color, slipped into my heels, and Katie and I walked out together.
“Have fun tonight. Are you coming into the store tomorrow?” she asked.