“Beautiful work. I can see you have an eye for detail.”
“Can you get us samples next month?” Amanda asked.
“Samples?” My head spun. Samples meant I needed to buy fabric and create each of the pieces. The cutting and sewing wasn’t the hard part, I could create samples fairly quick, they didn’t need to be fit-on-model perfect, but they did need to be well constructed. The problem was I didn’t have money for fabric. I’d have to figure something out. “I could get you samples next week,” I said confidently.
“Perfect,” Amanda said. “We have several other contestants to meet with this week, but based on what we’ve seen so far I’m pretty sure we’ve found our winner.” She turned to look at Tim and Claudine and they both nodded. “Kylie will be in touch with you to schedule the sample viewing.”
“Thank you! Oh thank you so much!” I was so excited I ran to the other side of the table and hugged each of them before picking up my tablet and exiting the room before they could change their minds.
“Sounds like they liked you,” Kylie said as I left the conference room.
“I knew they’d love my designs. Now I just need to make the samples. Guess I’ll see you in a month!”
Stepping out of the elevator, I floated on air as I walked back to my department. I purposefully walked past each of the women’s departments and imagined my designs on the mannequins. It would be a dream come true to see my collection in the store but there was one big hurdle—money.
If I worked extra hours, I could borrow from my rent money now and be able to pay rent with my next pay check. I’d have to make sure with Dianna that there were extra hours available, but I was positive she’d figure out a way to get me them. I knew the days would be long and I’d have to work on the samples late at night, but a little less sleep never hurt anybody.
“You look happy,” the deep voice of Mr. Sexy coming from behind me startled and excited me at the same time.
I spun around to face him. Looking gorgeous as always, this time he was in a classic three piece brown suit with tan pin-striping. Still on my high from the interview, I hugged him. I probably would have kissed him if he wasn’t so damn tall.
“The most amazing thing happened! They want to see samples of my collection!”
I spoke too fast because I was so excited but he didn’t seem to mind. He just smiled and looked happy for me too.
“I’ve been looking for you,” he said.
“Well you found me.” I wanted to say its about time but didn’t want to lose him because of my snark. Best to let him get to know me and then he can realize I’m a wise-ass.
“I’ll pick you up tonight, at 6pm,” he said then turned to go.
“Wait, what?” I asked confused.
“We’re going on a date. I’ll pick you up at six.”
“No, I can’t.”
I couldn’t believe the words came out of my mouth. How could I say no to a date with Mr. Sexy? It’s not even like it was a question. He expected me to just go with him…and I didn’t have a problem with that.#p#分页标题#e#
“What do you mean no?” He asked obviously not used to hearing the word no.
“I need to work. I need some extra hours so I can cover the rent money I’m taking to make samples.”
“I’ll give you the money. See you at six.”
He began walking away while I shook my head. “No!” I called out to him. He turned back and looked at me confused. “I’m not going to take your money, Will.”
“Fine, but I’ll still be here at six.”
I stood there dumbfounded as he walked away, cutting his way through the crowd as they parted before him.
“Was that him? The elusive Mr. Sexy?” Dianna asked as she approached.
“Yup. That was him,” I said numbly.
“Hmm he looks familiar. Maybe it’s just the suit. What’s wrong? You don’t sound happy.”
“I am happy. Today’s been one of the best days of my life. He’s taking me on a date.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“I was going to work late, I need some extra money. I’m a finalist in the competition and I need to have samples ready for next month.”
“Awesome! Go out tonight and celebrate with Mr. Sexy. You can worry about real life tomorrow.”
Chapter Seven
Will
“Stewart, I am going on a date. Do you realize how ridiculous I’ll look showing up with you?”
In my large, sparsely furnished bedroom, I paced the dark marble floor annoyed to have this conversation about my date.
“Will, sir,” he said sarcastically. Stewart never liked when I disagreed with him. “No woman is going to turn down a limo ride. If she knows who you are then I’m sure she’s expecting it.”