Chapter 23

He winks at me, smiles at Sheila, who’s sitting at her own desk, mouth wide open, and then leaves the office. His every stride, his scent, every feature of his oh-so-gorgeous face and hot ass are etched in my memory forever. I’m the luckiest man on the planet. My dreams are about to come true.

Sheila, mouth now firmly closed and grinning at me, fans herself with one hand and gives me the thumbs up sign with the other.

“Michael, baby, you’ve hit the jackpot!” she gushes. “You better be ready with details on Monday.”

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What to wear, what to wear? It’s seven o’clock and I’m still standing in front of my closet. The last time I had a hot date sansmy dream world, Santa Claus was skinny. Okay, I exaggerate, but not by much. This dinner is going to be special, and I’m very nervous.

Alright, something dressy, but not trying too hard…hmmm. I finally choose a burgundy long-sleeved shirt, black slacks, and black Italian shoes (pinched toes be damned). Ready!