It was Thursday morning. I'd arrived at work, still riding the wave of positive energy that I'd been feeling all week long. Life was really looking up right then. It seemed like everything was going my way, for the first time in a long time.
Maybe I should tell him today, I thought to myself. I felt a pressure in my chest telling me that I needed to do it sooner rather than later, yet... I was scared. I was terrified that it would change the dynamic we'd just found.
I decided that I just needed to wait for the right time. I needed to do it right. My secret wasn't going to change in the next few days. Telling him today or telling him tomorrow would be the same. I would do it. I just needed a little bit of courage and the right timing.
But it would be soon. I set myself a hard deadline of one week. If there wasn't a good opportunity over the next week, I would just tell him by next Sunday. That was as long as I was willing to wait.
I sat down a
After driving up and down the busy one-way streets of New York City, I finally found La Rue. It was a tiny boutique, squished between a fancy-looking Crepe restaurant and an imported wine store. I shouldn't have been too surprised that it took me a while to find it. I never went to this part of town. I never had a reason to go. There wasn't anything in two square blocks that I would have been able to afford with my own money. I parked my crummy little car, right between an Porsche SUV and a Tesla that looked more like a small rocket ship than a regular vehicle. I laughed to myself as I got out, noticing the contrast in quality between these people's cars and my own. Someone is going tow my car,I thought.I'll bet someone calls it in. They're probably thinking I'm going to rob one of these places or something. My little rust bucket looked just about as out of place as I felt. I was just happy I'd worn something decent, which helped
“Are you sure?” Donald asked. “There are other green ones I can show you if you'd like.” “No,” I said. “That's the dress. Most definitely, yes. That's the one I came in here for.” “Well, you might just officially be the most easy to please customer I've ever had walk in the door,” Donald said. “Your boyfriend, Mr. Winthrow, normally takes at least two hours to pick out the perfect suit.” He'd just referred to Carter as my boyfriend and I opened my mouth to correct him. I stopped myself, though. I liked the sound of it and besides, I figured it didn't really matter if Donald thought hewasmy boyfriend. “Sometimes you just know,” I said. “And in this case, I know that's the one.” “You want to try it on, though, right?” Donald said. “Oh, of course,” I replied. “That's probably a good idea.” “Great. Follow me and I'll open the changing room for you.” With the dress in his hands, Donald then turned and led me to
The very first thing I did after getting home from the boutique, was to lay the new dress out onto my bed. I was giddy as I dug through my closet, pulling out anything and everything that I thought would look good with it. Within minutes, I had shoes, panties, bras and every green-colored accessory that I owned, all sprawled out around my bedroom. I realized then, that I wasn't just super excited about the dress. No, that was only secondary. The real reason that I was filled with anticipation was because tomorrow night's event with Carter wasn't just a business thing. It was a real date. Thefirstreal date that we'd ever had. It would be the very first time that Carter would be taking me out as a girl he was interested in and not just his employee who he happened to have sex with on occasion. Needless to say, it was a big deal. Bigger than big. Monumental even. I hummed to myself as I set different shoes next to my dress, trying to find th
It was Friday afternoon and I still hadn't seen Carter. He'd been in his office the whole day. Cindy had mentioned he was swamped with phone meetings, which made sense. The office was almost always especially busy on Fridays, since the stock market would be closing for the weekend and any last minute stock purchases needed to be made. Only a little bit longer, and we'd be on our date. I changed into my dress and fixed my hair in the employee bathroom. I now looked ridiculous, sitting at my work desk in a very non-work outfit. I can't wait for Carter's reaction when he sees me in this,I thought, setting the mirror onto my desk. To pass the time, I logged into our company's website and checked on the stocks of our biggest clients. Out of curiosity, I clicked onto the link that led me to the New York Solar Company's portfolio. It had been a while since I looked into it and was curious how things were going. My stomach dropped when I saw the number
Carter leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, sending an electric shock of excitement through my body. Our tongues darted in and out of each others mouths, with a passion unlike anything I'd ever felt before. The kiss was different than any we had ever shared. It was genuine and heartfelt. It made me practically melt right there in front of him. After a moment, Carter slowly broke the kiss. We gazed into each others eyes and it was like time stood still. For that fleeting second, nothing could touch us. Nothing could hurt us and separate us. I had no idea what it was that made me feel so safe right then. All I knew is that I felt invincible. I'm not sure how much time passed. It could have been three seconds or five minutes that we just enjoyed each others quiet company. After a bit, though, Carter spoke up. “Are you excited for tonight?” he asked. “So excited,” I said dreamily. “I've been looking forward to it so much that I hardly slept last n
“Are you ready to mingle?” Carter asked. “Yeah, let's do it,” I said. “Do you want to talk to the vendors or what are you thinking?” “No, I don't have much interest in the vendors tonight,” he said. “They're the ones asking for money. I've got my money where I want it right now. I'm interested in the ones who are looking to invest. My guess is that they're in the banquet hall, where dinner and drinks are being served.” “Well, let's go there then,” I said, squeezing his arm. We made our way through the booths. I was amazed at some of the technology these people were selling. Most everything they had was solar powered and one company had even created a concept car that ran completely off of the sun. It was like we were stepping into the future. It was exciting to be so close to the cutting edge of technology. I knew that Carter wasn't as interested in what the vendors had to offer as I was, so I planned on swinging by the booths a little bit later to le
With that, he took my hand and the two of us left the dance floor. We made our way to the bar on the opposite side of the room. Carter ordered an Irish whiskey on the rocks and I had a glass of Ginger Ale. We'd hardly had a chance to say a cheers before a group of people swarmed around us. There were two women and two men in the group and they were all dressed to perfection. One of the men reached out and hook Carter's hand. “Mr. Winthrow,” he said. “I can't tell you how happy I am to see you here tonight. I've tried countless times to schedule an appointment with you through your secretary, but you're so booked that it seems impossible.” Carter nodded. He took a sip from his drink and then casually set it on the bar. “I'm a very busy man. What can I help you with?” “I'm a venture capitalist,” the man replied. “I've made millions investing in startups. I always thought that's the industry I wanted to be in. However, my wife here has researched you and your co
I was right. Being in Carter's limo put me at ease immediately. As I leaned against his solid frame, I knew that nothing could hurt me. Roger Delaney was nowhere near, and everything that had happened at that party could be left far behind. I closed my eyes as Carter began to talk on his phone. I could only hear Carter's end of it, but I understood it well enough. “Yeah. Yeah, Steve. Listen, we've made enough money on New York Solar. Clear up any outstanding options we have on their company and any additional companies that have business with them. Yeah. Don't even wait until the morning. Yeah. Thanks.” I didn't care what he was talking about. I was far too comfy leaning against him. Still, I was surprised when I felt him nudge me. The car was no longer moving, and we were parked outside a mansion. I inhaled sharply. The air smelled different here than it ever did in the city. “Where are we?” I asked. He smiled. “A little house I have upstate,” he sai