“Ah, yes! And we hope that date won’t be projected,” Dawn spoke suggestively, flashing that stealthy smile over to Azmir. I wanted to choke her.
My attention returned to Azmir when he spoke. “Brett, did you not send my weekly schedule to Sharon?” he asked while searching my eyes, inadvertently making it clear to me that he was not committed to their conversation.
Crap! What the…!
“Uhhh…” Brett stalled while typing on his iPad. The girls looked over to Brett, trying to figure out what was going on with the question. “Yes, sir. First thing this morning, sir.”
Crap! Crap! Crap!
Then Azmir smiled at me, but not with his mouth, with his eyes. “Uh-huh. Well, we’ll need to see to it that Sharon forwards them in a more timely manner, now don’t we?”
He didn’t force me to lie and say that Sharon hadn’t forwarded me the itinerary yet—and boy, was I grateful for that pass! He knew my pop-up visit was motivated by a surreptitious agenda.
“Ladies, we’re just about done here, aren’t we?” Azmir spoke to the table, but without his gaze leaving my face. His thumbs wrestled each other as his long fingers were intermingled contemplatively. Through my peripheral I could see all eyes on us. “I was just telling Brett before lunch to clear my schedule for the rest of the day. I have lots of preparations to complete before my departure tomorrow.”
For some strange reason, at that announcement, my attention turned to the table. Shayna’s eyes shot nervously over to Dawn as she sat up in her chair.
“Uhhhhh…ummmm, yeah!” Shayna fumbled over her words as she looked over to Dawn for guidance. She was stalling for her girlfriend, demonstrating that she knew her friend was after Azmir.
It was now known that Azmir was contemplating leaving soon. So, I shifted in my stance again, causing my blazer to open, exposing my spandex clad figure in the cat-suit.
I could play dirty with the best of them. For Azmir.
I saw Brett turn beet red and Azmir’s smile descended from eyes down to his beautifully sculptured, luscious lips. My libido had just returned.
“Okay, we have the dates and a preliminary agenda. Brett will be sure to do the follow-up. We’ll be in touch, ladies. This looks great,” Azmir instructed at an even pace, clearly preoccupied, as he pulled his jacket off the back of his chair, draping it over his arm before standing.
He rose from his chair that way and shook hands with everyone before rounding the table. It appeared rather odd. What was even more overt was how Dawn expected a different type of parting expression from him. Her face fell into a disappointed puckered brow.
He kept her at arm’s length as he traveled over to me and muttered, “I’ll just grab my things from upstairs and meet you in the car or you can come with me.”
Before I could answer, I heard Dawn call out, “Mr. Jacobs, a word, if you don’t mind.”
A word? For what?
I could have decked her. I gave Azmir a slight nod, excusing him, though I genuinely wasn’t feeling that diplomatic. He walked back over to her and I noticed the cat that ate the canary smirk that she bore as he approached her. She had twenty seconds of my patience or we were going to have scene in the middle of Azmir’s cafeteria. I couldn’t hear what she said, but I could tell that Azmir wasn’t as involved in the exchange as she was and that she was trying to buy time.
I did hear him say, “I’ll go over the proposal and give you my deliberations as soon as I can.” on a chuckle. She was flirting with him, but he wasn’t prepared to reciprocate. My fists clenched at my sides. Some women have no dignity!