Page 3 of Jurassic Measures
He waved my condolences aside. “Yes, well, you can see now why I’m in need of your services and fast. I run?—”
“Yes, Mr. Astor, I heard what you run but Amber wasn’t wrong when she said I had a full calendar. It’s honestly the worst time with the spring gala in a little over two weeks.”
Landry snapped his fingers and smiled as if I’d guessed the winning lottery numbers. “Yes, that. My family is hosting the gala this year.”
“How…nice?”
“I have nothing to wear for that either.”
“Mr. Astor, I’m sorry.”
“Call me Landry and perhaps I could hire you for after-hours work?”
Was this guy serious? I was getting some unsettling vibes from him earlier but with his hint of desperation I was feeling a little irritated now.
“You want to pay me to overwork myself?”
“Of course not?—”
“But that’s exactly what you’re asking for. Look, I get you’re important and your situation is unfortunate, but I can’t push my other customers aside for you.”
Landry sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Mr. McPherson?—”
“I’ll offer you the same courtesy, you may call me Jason.”
The side of his mouth quirked up and he took a step closer to me, opened his mouth to respond and then jerked his head to theside. It was almost animalistic. His nostrils flared and he sniffed the air, then…oh my god he’s sniffing me.
“Can you stop doing that.” I met Amber’s gaze but she was no help, she simply shrugged.
“Your scent, it’s so appealing.”
“Uh…thank you.”
He jerked back, his stunning eyes were like unique marbles, and I found myself staring into them.
“Dinner, then?”
“Huh?”
“Will you have dinner with me, tonight?”
Wow this guy was going to give me whiplash. “You want to take me on a date?”
“I do.”
“What makes you think I’m gay?”
He chuckled and the son of a bitch winked at me. “I know you are. You find me attractive.”
“I find Beyonce attractive too.”
He pursed his lips. “Bisexual perhaps?”
“It’s none of your business and I can’t have dinner with you because you’re like a human-sized ball of chaos.”
Amber snorted which earned her a glare from Landry. “A drink then?”
“Are you on drugs, Mr. Astor?” Under such circumstances I thought using his first name was far too familiar.
