“I don’t think smashing your nose with a door is an example of chivalry. Bad timing perhaps, but definitely not chivalry.” Theo’s self-deprecating comment was remarkably endearing.
He chanced a glance at my legs again, his eyes lingering. Until a horn blasted and he had to swerve back into his lane. I tried to hide my self-satisfied grin as Theo kept his eyes resolutely on the road after that.
Taking pity on the poor guy, I turned toward the window and pulled my jacket around my chest. It was the least I could do to ensure we got to the hospital in one piece.
“What were you doing at The Center so early? Did we have a meeting?” I asked, hoping I hadn’t forgotten to write it down. Given the morning I had been having, it wouldn’t surprise me. And my flakiness wouldn’t go far in helping me project that whole responsible vibe I was really going for.
Theo shook his head. “No, I was just thinking about you last night and had some ideas I wanted to toss your way about the gala. I wanted to get your opinion.”
I grinned again and then wished I hadn’t. My nose throbbed. But I couldn’t help but teasing him anyway.
“You were thinking about me last night? Why Mr. Anderson, I’m not sure that’s entirely appropriate. You’re my client after all,” I remarked, affecting a thick southern drawl.
I was rewarded by the noticeable flush that quickly rose to Theo’s cheeks.
He cleared his throat and gave me a shaky smile. “I just meant that I was thinking of things to tell you. I didn’t mean, I'm sorry, I just. . .” he was fumbling. It was ridiculously adorable. And I let him stumble around for a bit before I came to his rescue.
“I was just giving you a hard time, Theo. I knew what you meant,” I reassured him and he relaxed a bit. For being such a fantastic example of the male species, Theo Anderson lacked a lot of confidence.
Theo relaxed and gave me a much easier smile. “You’re a bit of a ball buster aren’t you?” he asked, taking his turn to tease.
“I was voted Most Likely to Squeeze a Man’s Nuts in school,” I joked.
Theo laughed and the sexual tension eased somewhat.
We pulled into the Emergency Room parking lot and Theo hurried around to my side of the car and let me out. He started walking me toward the entrance when I put my hand on his sleeve.
“You don’t need to go in with me. I’m a big girl.”
Theo’s eyes were warm as he looked down at me. “I have no doubt, Vivian. But I want to wait with you,” he said.
Before I could argue, he was already walking me toward the hospital.
And true to his word, Theo waited with me for the two and half hours it took for me to be seen. I kept telling him to leave. I felt guilty he was giving up his morning to hang out in a waiting room.
Theo pulled a manila folder out of his briefcase and handed it to me. My nose had finally stopped bleeding so I wasn’t in danger of dripping blood all over the place.
“Well, let’s do some work then,” he suggested, pulling out some printouts for me to look at.
“This is beautiful,” I said, looking at the picture of a ballroom decorated in rich blues and greens in a rendition of a sea scene.
“We always go for something that has to do with our charity. Last year the theme was Our Endangered Environment. The girl who had the job before you had decorated the place like an Amazon jungle. It was horrible. It looked like a kid’s birthday party. We almost didn’t come back to The Claremont for this year’s gala,” Theo shared, cringing.
He pulled out pictures of last year’s party and he was right, it was laughable. Green vines and fake flowers had been everywhere. It was hard to be taken seriously when your main fundraiser looked as though it had been organized by a six year old. What had this girl been thinking?