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But I’m getting ahead of myself. I must control my thoughts and I must just look at hanging out with the guy as a means to get out of this sham of a marriage.
“No proper chance, Quinn. He’s totally not my type. And even more importantly, I live here and he lives somewhere else. He’s fancy suits and I’m worn in sneakers.”
“True, but he came down here for you.”
“Yeah, to get me to sign divorce papers, not whisk me away. This isn’t a fairytale.”
“Maybe he should take care of you, you know with orgasms, and lots of them. You sure that you can’t remember any of that night together?”
“I’m pretty sure that if I did, you would be the first one that I would tell.”
“That’s a good point.”
I pull out a cute black dress that’s not too slutty looking and not too fancy at the same time. I wore it for a work party once and I recall getting a lot of compliments from it.
I slip into the dress, do a quick brush up on hiding any bags from under my eyes, throw some lip gloss on and put my hair up in a purposeful, yet messy twist.
I turn around for Quinn and smile.
“How do I look?” I ask her.
“Ready to impress your husband for a night out on the town,” she replies confidently.
I walk back into the living room where Maxwell stands looking through our stacks of books that grace almost the entire wall.
He looks over at me and I can see his eyes dilate as he turns to face me.
“You look,” he looks like he’s trying to find the appropriate word, “divine.”
“You make sure that you have her home, at some point. I’m just kidding, our girl here is a full-grown ass adult and has no curfew.” Quinn jokes handing me the small handbag that I pulled from the closet and pushing me toward the front door.
* * *
“So, what do you do for a living?” he asks after we’ve had our order taken.
“I work for a party planning company, I don’t do anything fancy, but I run the office here in town.” I reply, trying to make my job so much more than what it is, knowing how high he is at his company.
“What kind of parties do you guys throw? Corporate or birthdays?”
“We do it all. We have both a familial department as well as a corporate one. We cater to all. We’re actually trying to expand offices up and down the west coast. I think one of the locations will be up in your neck of the woods.”
“As in Seattle?”
“The one and the same.” I nod.
“And how exactly would you know where my neck of the woods is?” His eyebrow shoots up with a side smile.
“Ugh, because, I would just assume that you’re, uh, up north. You have a Seattley-vibe to you. Okay, okay, we stalked you a little.”
He ignores my admitting to the internet stalking and asks, “what kind of vibe is that?”
“You know. The kind that likes to drink coffee, throw some fish around and then wear flannels.” I say nervously.
“I hired a private investigator to help me figure out that night.”
“And, what did he tell you, because it’s all still a little hazy to me.”
He runs through the details of the night. Starting out at the club, where it’s assumed that we met, to when we ditched friends to getting married by Elvis. After that, there’s sparse details aside from us entering his hotel together holding hands and making out in an elevator, which leaves the rest of the night until the morning blank, but likely very eventful.
