CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 26
John McClaire? Nice name. I say to myself.
I dialed Tony's number and he answered it on the third ring.
“Hey.” I said.
“This is not Tony's number, if he's indebted to you, he's no longer existing.” he replied.
Laughing I answered him. “Oh, I'm sorry. Please tell him I have a handsome man to talk about.”
He chuckles. “Good to hear you laugh, Love.” he said.
“Yeah”
“So who is this man? Do I know him? Is it Emerson?”
Really? I haven't heard of him since he came in to my house two nights ago.
“It’s not Emerson, I get it. You in silence doesn't mean yes, it's always a no.” he replied and I chuckled. “Spill, you dirty little bit’s.”
Bit’s? he called me bit’s again. Like we were in the University
Bit’s=B*tch.
“Jean, my boss, she wants me to have a blind date with her brother.”
After a matter of seconds “Her brother? Resume please.”
I smiled. “After I got home last night, she sent me a biography.”
Tony chuckles. It's really a biography.
“Well she said and I quote. Well you know he's my brother, I just met him two or three years ago because he is my mother's son with another man. So he's my step brother. He works as an architect, had three girlfriends. I remember him say that his last girlfriend is a model of a clothing line, I forgot the brand but I know there's a G on it. Anyway, my brother is nice. He's workaholic but he knows when to stop and take rest. That's all I can say.” I read the message to Tony.
“An Architect huh?” Tony said and I just smiled.
“So yeah, rely it to them. Bye. We'll meet at 7pm. I need to get going. “ I say.
He said his goodbye and hang up the phone.
I went take a bath so I'll have some time to prepare. It's a date anyway. I want to go be a girl.
I wear a black lacey dress that hugs my body and a red skyscraper heels. I put my hair down and just add lip gloss and mascara. Putting make up is so time consuming for me and the fact that I don't know how to draw on my eyebrows using pencil, you know? The pencil they use. I bet you know what that has called.
I pick up my red clutch on the table and car key. I glance at the mirror one last time and lock the door.
It's already seven and I know I'll be late.
Women are entitled to be late on a date so that they can make their grand entrance, you know?
After fifteen minutes drive, I arrived in Italianis Quo.
“Reservation for Jean McClaire.” I say to the receptionist.
“This way ma'am.” then he lead me to the table.
The restaurant is in it’s full swing.
There are couples on the tables as well as families. The ambiance is very classy of course and not too crowded.
There he was, a man in a gray suit. I'm facing his back. He knows how to suspense a woman. When the receptionist announced my arrival, he stood up and faced me.
Green eyes, pointed nose, cleft chin, strong jaw, built body.
His hands in both pockets and his smile.
“John?”
“Yes, my Love?”
I closed my eyes trying to focus on things. It's just a dream.
I sigh and when I open it again, he's still here.
“It's you.” I say.
“Yes, it's me Love.” the love he said sounds like an endearment to me.
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