Page 20 of Yours to Conquer

“Well, I could probably help you out with the prostitutes since Anthony’s mom thinks I used to be one.”

“How did we get so lucky to meet two wonderful men on the same night?” She looks down at her hope diamond and smiles. “Are you going to withhold sex from him because he did you wrong? I would. I’d make him pay hard for making you squirm at his parents’ house. It’s hard enough to meet the mom, but for him to set you up. I’m thinking a month, and a good case of blue balls should guarantee that doesn’t go down again.”

“Look at you, all hard ass and shit. What happened to my sweet little Kat?” I poke her in her side, knowing how ticklish she is.

“I met Damon Noble,” she says, giggling.

“Okay, enough said. So, what are we going to do about this prom idea?”

“We? This is all you, my dear. I have a job, but I’m going to attend because my first prom date was boring. I can guarantee I will get lucky after this soiree; Damon is a sure thing.”

“Just don’t do any of your exhibition shit at my prom,” I warn her.

Bringing her phone to her ear, she sticks her tongue out at me. While Kat makes her call, I pick up my phone and text Chris.

Hey, my brother from another mother. I still haven’t heard from your girl.

Nice to hear from you, sis. Trevor and I are hitting Trax tonight. They have a Mad Monday promo with two-for-one martinis. She should be there. I’ll let her know, and I’ll put a fire under her ass to call you.

Thanks. I need to get someone in the house. It’s more about security than money. All she needs to pay for is the gardener and the utilities. It’s not a bad deal when you think about it. I’m never there, so it’s like having your own house for next to nothing. You can tell her my last roommate met a millionaire while living there.

I’ll tell her the owner is banging a billionaire. Maybe that will sway her.

Screw you…

Nah… never liked the vag. Love you, girl.

Yeah, Yeah. Give Trevor my love. Oh, I’m in charge of setting up an adult prom night at Ahz for next month. I’d love any ideas you have.

Ooh, I may get to wear satin after all. Trevor and I are in.

Talk to you later.

I get a Diet Coke from the bar and take a walk around Ahz. If I choose the venue first, maybe I can begin to feel the theme. I know for sure that the “prom” won’t be held in the VIP lounge or on the sixth floor. There is no way I am having people peek up at my goodies from the floor below. I decide to have the main event on the third floor, where they play the eighties and nineties music primarily. I love the music from those decades, and I know Anthony will enjoy it, too.

Now that I have a venue and a musical direction, I have to decide on the theme. I go over the typical themes like casino, roaring twenties, under the stars, but I’m feeling in love right now. I decide to work with the letters in prom and come up with a message to Anthony. With my direction set, I contact the marketing department and make the arrangements.

I find my way down to Kat’s office and sit behind her desk. Looking forward, I see Trevor through the windows. His desk sits directly across the hallway from Kat’s. He looks up from his paperwork and smiles at me. I point to myself, and then I point back to Trevor; it’s my silent way of asking if I can come over for a visit. He shakes his head yes. I slide out of Kat’s chair and head on over.

“Hey, chickadee, I hear you’re a permanent fixture over here. Did you tire of your hunk of burnin’ love over there at Haywood’s?”

“No, I just got tired of fetching coffee for the marketing director. While we were opening Ahz, I worked for Anthony, and that was great. Since then, things have taken on a much slower pace, and I have to stay busy. You know what they say about idle hands.”

“No, what do they say about idle hands?” he asks.

“I don’t have the foggiest, but I’m sure someone has said something.” I laugh at myself. “I need some catalogs where I can find decorations for prom. Do you have any you would recommend?”

Trevor is up and out of his seat before I can finish my sentence. He walks over to a tall cabinet in his office corner and takes out a pile of catalogs.

“Here are a few. If you don’t find what you’re looking for, then let me know. I have about a hundred more. What is the theme?”

“I don’t know that I have an actual theme, but I’m going for a ‘love is in the air’ kind of atmosphere. I look around me at all of us and see the love connection, and I want to play off that. I need the third floor reserved for the event. Who do I see about that?”

“I’ll take care of it. It would be me you see about that, anyway. I’m glad you’re here.” He walks around and hugs me. “Katarina and I reserve the second Friday for lunch and shopping. We make an afternoon of it. You should join us.”

“I’d love that. I need a dress for the food and wine festival. You can be my fashion consultant.”

“I’m your girl,” he says as his smile goes big and bright.

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