“What did you say to her about meeting with me?”
“I lied. I told her who I was and that you asked me to call to set up a meeting with you to discuss my leasing contract. She threw all types of darts my way but I was persistent. A woman is trying to surprise you and that wench is making it hard,” I exclaimed.
“Wow! You were trying to surprise me?” he said wiping the smile off his face as if the sentiment itself had surprised him.
“Answer my question first. What did she know?” I wasn’t prepared to change the subject.
“She knew you were running game. And I bet when she saw you she knew her inclinations were correct.”
I must have looked even more puzzled because he continued. "I had her order your flowers the other day, I’m sure that led her to know there was something going on. If not for that, you would’ve never made it past her desk. Why didn’t you just call me directly?” Azmir’s eyebrows furrowed as he pushed his tongue into his molars, I guess it was his turn to be puzzled.
Crap! “I don’t have your number.”
“I texted myself from your phone last night. My number is in your phone. Not to mention I wrote it down on the napkin a few days ago in the cafe.” I didn’t realize that’s what he was doing when he examining my phone.
“Oh...I didn’t think about that." I crunched my eyebrows together pondering that realization. "Well, that’s what brings me here. I want to say thank you for the iPhone. You didn’t have to do that.” I tried concealing the fact that I was impressed. Really impressed. But I was also uncomfortable with his generosity. Very uncomfortable.
"How did you know who my carrier is?"
He relaxed his lean body against the side of his sofa there in his massive office that included two sitting rooms, one with a long sofa across from two sofa chairs and in the other was a small conference table. On the other side of the office was his large desk piled with the fittings of a busy man. His stature against it oozed sex and I fought hard as hell to resist the implication of it all. I knew he wasn’t trying to tempt me purposely but that was precisely what turned me on. Azmir was so fucking hot.
“Remember…you let me see your phone at the Staples Center." he jeered. I guess I didn’t realize how busy he was with my phone last night. After a second, he dismissed the notion with, "Oh, nah...it’s all good. Glad you got it.”
“Yes, and I wanted to say thank you. And to show that I had such a good time last night I’ve come with gifts.” I pulled out a Barnes & Noble bag and handed it over to him. I was nervous and even had the shaky hand syndrome as he pulled the book out and read the title, “Date Out of Your League” by April Masini? And to what do I owe the pleasure of this insightful read?” he asked feigning offended.
“Welllllllll…” I sang in jest, “…in the spirit of a good date I thought that I could help you step up your game,” I teased trying to suppress the laughter building in my belly. I’d had some nerve, but it was fun.