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“Please don’t say they changed their minds,” I said as I waited for the message to begin.

“Hey Deborah, Kylie from Hargrove’s. You’ll never believe this but you’ll be traveling on the owner’s jet.” Her voice lowered before she continued. “Ends up he’s got a speaking engagement or something out there. I’m jealous! Anyway you leave Saturday. Make sure you get me your assistant’s name so he knows to expect her too. Talk soon!”

A private jet?! I immediately called Dianna unable to believe my luck. I didn’t even wait for her to say hello. I just started talking as soon as I heard her answer.

“Oh my God oh my God, Dianna! We’re going on the owner’s jet!”

“Ooh swanky! But I can’t go! Such a shame I’ll miss that. I’m going to have to take a flight the next day. I couldn’t get anyone to cover for me until later the next shift.”#p#分页标题#e#

“Oh no! So I’ll be traveling alone with him? I just hope he’s not too much of an old fart. If I have to share a plane with him for all those hours, he better be up for talking. I know I’ll be too excited to sleep.”

“I hear some of those jets have TV and everything. You won’t have to talk to him. He might not even sit with you. It’s an entire jet you know.”

“Oh right, duh. What was I thinking?” I said laughing. “I’m just not really here. Mr. Sexy is picking me up soon. He told me I’ll be staying the night so my head is…well you know.”

“Oooh, I love a man who knows what he wants. You realize I’m going to need lots of details. And as you tell it I’ll be pretending its happening to me. Have fun!”

“Will do!” I said. “I’ll call Kylie tomorrow and tell her you’re my assistant. I’m sure she’ll be able to arrange for a flight for you.”

“She’d better! I can’t wait!”

Laughing, I got her off the phone and pushed all the things I needed to do to get ready for my trip to the back of my mind. Right now I had to focus on looking good for Will and nothing else.





Chapter Ten

Deborah



I packed a small overnight bag with the babydoll, a change of clothes and some necessities, but kept thinking about how surreal it was that I was going to spend the night like this. What happened to romance? Maybe I was overthinking things, it wouldn’t be the first time.

Scratching Trap on the top of his head, I remembered I needed someone to watch him while I was away. Between work and school I never made that many friends. I never had time to socialize. Ashley Boone was the only person I knew who might take Trap in.

Checking the clock, I figured I could manage a quick call before Will showed up. I dialed her number while crossing my fingers for luck.

“Hey Ashley, it’s Deborah.”

“Oh hi! How are you doing? I was just thinking about you the other day. Joshua told me how well things were going with you at Hargrove’s.”

“Well they just got even better. I won their Annual Designer Challenge and they want me to show my collection at Fashion Week in Paris.”

“That’s incredible! Congratulations! I knew you’d win! There’s no way that store has anyone else as talented as you.”

“You’re sweet, thank you,” I said. “I really hate to do this, but I was wondering if I could ask you a favor?”

“Of course, whatever you want.”

“I don’t know if you remember but I have a cat named Trap. I’m leaving for Paris in a few days for two weeks and have no one else to take care of him. Would you mind if I brought him over? I know its a long time and you’re busy so if its too much please just say no and I’ll understand.”

“Its no bother at all. Of course I’ll take care of him while you’re gone. Don’t worry about him.”

“Thank you so much, Ash! I really do owe you.”

“Then make me something!” She said and laughed.

“Ok, ok! I promise, after I get back,” I said as I peeked out the window and saw a long black limousine pull up in front of the apartment building. “I’m sorry to cut this short, but I gotta go. My date is here.”

“Ooh date? I want to hear all about him when you drop off Trap.”

“Yes ma’am! Thanks again, Ashley. You’re a life saver.”

Hanging up, I quickly ran to give myself a quick once over in the bathroom mirror. I decided to go casual and wear jeans with a low cut dark orange v-neck tunic with my favorite pair of strappy brown sandals.

The buzzer rang and without waiting for him to say anything, I grabbed my things and hit the intercom. “I’m coming down now,” I said, suddenly self conscious of where I lived and not wanting him to see the tiny studio apartment I called home.