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7
Jessica
It’s six o’clock the next morning, and my phone has rung three times already. Which pisses me off a little because I have a routine: meditation, music, shower, and then I’ll take calls. Everyone including my mother knows this, so I’m torn between worry and frustration. With a towel wrapped around my damp body, I rush to my nightstand to answer the call.
“Hello?” Confusion lines my tone when I see that it’s Kade.
“Good morning. I was hoping to catch you before you started your day.” The enthusiasm in his voice sets me on high alert.
“Why, what’s going on?” I quiz.
“I spent all night thinking about you, how hard you work, and I wanted to do something for you.”
“I’m a little confused. How are you going to do something for me way in California, and why are you up? Isn’t it like three a.m. over there?”
“It’s six here. I’m in New York for a gala my cousin is hosting. But don’t try and change the subject.”
“I’m not.”
“Clear your schedule this evening. Go straight home after work, leave your laptop and anything related to your job in the office. It’ll all be waiting for you when you return on Monday.”
“Kade, what’s going on?”
“I’m going to send you the final details later today, but I need you to agree. Can you do that for me, sweets?”
I flop on my bed with a bottle of lotion and begin to moisturize my body, taking this brief moment to mull it over. “What are you up to?” I demand.
“Agree and I’ll tell you.”
I can hear his smile. I take a deep breath and move on to my other leg. “Yes, I’ll come straight home. Now tell me what’s going on.”
“You work too much, and since you won’t allow me to steal you away and show you a nice time—in person—I’ve planned you a self-care day of sorts. All you need to do is wait for my instructions.”
My heart skips a beat as I ponder my words. So much is running through my mind from curiosity to bewilderment, to pure admiration. A part of me wants to turn down his offer. I’m not his woman, so I can’t allow him to do something so…sweet. It crosses the borders of expectations I wanted to stay away from. But the conviction in his request tells me he’ll never accept no as an answer.
“I-I don’t know what to say,” I add after a long pause.
“You don’t need to say anything, and don’t even think of thanking me. I care for you, Jessica, and want to do this.”
“O-okay.” My voice trembles.
“I’m going to let you go. Have a great day and expect my text in few hours.”
The call ends before I can say goodbye, and I’m left naked and stunned. Thankfully, I don’t have any meetings on my schedule, because there’s no way I’d be able to focus on them after this. Unable to fight it any longer, I toss my phone on the bed and make two fists, shaking them silly while squealing like a lovestruck schoolgirl. My smile is so big, my damn cheeks ache. This man is like no one I’ve ever met.
Good morning, sweets! I hope your day is starting out all right. I know I probably threw you for a loop this morning, but I need you to be open-minded. I’ll be busy all day and most of the weekend, and because of that I wanted to do this for you. To let you know I’m always thinking about you.
I blush at his message. You’re sweet! But you really don’t have to do anything. Knowing you’re thinking about me is enough.
Those pending little bubbles stare back at me as he keys his next text. My heart races with anticipation, and I pace the floor to settle my nerves.
I know this is going to be hard for you, *smiley face emoji*, but I need you to keep an open mind. ALL EVENING. If I thought I could convince you to take the day off, I would have suggested that, but this will have to do. After work, you’ll be spending the night unwinding. No work, no distractions, no emails or pesky text messages from anyone but myself. Tonight, is all about Jessica. There’s a day spa in the Courthouse area of Arlington. They specialize in couple’s treatments. But since I’m not there—*winky face emoji*—I’ve asked them to put together a pamper kit. I don’t know all that’s in it, I’ll leave that up to the woman to pick what you girls like. Lol. Afterwards, head a few blocks over to the Lebanese restaurant on Wilson Blvd. The hostess will hand you dinner for the evening as well as a bottle of wine. At five-thirty, there will be a driver waiting outside the shop to take you home. Don’t worry, I haven’t gone all stalker and found your address, I’ve informed him you’ll give him those details. Hopefully this gives you a decent amount of time to make it home. Because this next piece is pivotal to the experience. At six o’clock on the dot, I want you to enjoy your dinner. It should still be relatively warm since I requested they use insulated bags. Consume a glass or two of wine, and once you’re all nicely full and intoxicated, you’ll take the spa kit into your bathroom. Run a hot bath and enjoy a nice long soak to top off your night and start the weekend refreshed.
I stare at the words on my screen in amazement. I mean, the man has the entire afternoon mapped out. I almost wonder how he knew where to look to make this possible. Then I remember telling him that I live in Arlington—that information alone is enough to make something happen.
Now that’s as far as I’ve gotten. Hopefully tomorrow you’ll want to keep to a relaxed day, maybe sleep in and read. But tonight, this is what I need you to focus on. I have to go now, but I’ll call you tonight as you’re sitting down for dinner. Talk to you later! he continues.
I don’t even bother responding. Instead, I stare at his instructions for the next fifteen minutes. His call this morning was highly unexpected, and I still can’t wrap my mind around the situation fully. All day, I drove myself borderline insane, checking my phone, waiting for him to finally send me those details. Now that I have them, I’m in awe. Things seem good with him. We’ve learned a lot about each other, and we recovered from the whole no pictures thing. But no matter how great he’s been, or how sweet and sensual he is with me, I wasn’t prepared for this kind of treatment.
