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Chapter 7

I looked forward to my new job. I liked Mr. Global a lot. He took the time to introduce me to everyone, he was always patient and kind. I was getting to know how things worked and was focused on our new project. Our agency was trying to get a major account that would want national coverage and launch a commercial too. I’d be able to see it happen from start to finish, which was exciting to me. Today was our first meeting with the new clients. I had all of the agendas copied and ready to hand out. The conference room was all set up and I was ready to go.

“Good morning Lisa.”

“Good morning Mr. Global.”

“Welcome, come in Ladies, Gentlemen, please take a seat and we’ll get started,” Mr. Global said as twelve people piled through the door. “I am Mr. Global, this is my assistant, Lisa Banksworth.” He motioned for me to come up to the head of the table by him and sit, “If we could go around and introduce ourselves, please,” he continued.

One by one I heard the names and titles of each person. I glanced up with a smile for each one, as I organized the papers in front of me.

“Hello, I’m William Bowen, President.” I heard and I knew that voice! I looked up to see…Bill! My Bill! He smiled right at me. I didn’t even recognize him in his suit and tie, I guess I was just so preoccupied, and oh my gosh, it’s Bill!

Everyone continued with their introductions, when I heard Mr Global, “Lisa, if you could go around and give everyone their packets please.”

“Yes, of course.” I handed them to each person but hesitated when I got to Bill. He smiled casually, “Hello again,” he whispered.

I just smiled and went about my business. I tried to stay professional and focused, but all I could think was thank God I didn’t have sex with him this weekend! He is the President and our potential new client! Maybe, he won’t decide to choose us because of this weekend? What are the odds?

The meeting lasted about two hours. Overall, it seemed to me to go very well. We were all prepared and Mr. Global was fantastic at his job. We said our goodbyes, shook hands with everyone as they left. Bill was the last to go. “Mr. Global, Ms. Banksworth, I’m very impressed with your presentations. I think we could work well together,” he looked right at me. “If Ms. Banksworth is ready to get the papers drawn up, I’m happy to sign.”

Mr. Global said, “Really! I didn’t expect an answer right away, I’m so happy you were able to come today.”

“Yes, so am I. I wanted to meet your staff. They seem highly qualified and professional,” again, he looked at me.

“Well I’m sure we could have everything ready and arranged by lunch?” Mr. Global said and glanced at me.

“Yes, I can have it ready by then.”

“Suppose, I walk you to your office now, then I’ll know where to find you later?” Bill asked me politely.

“Yes, that would be fine.” We headed towards the door. We didn’t say a word until we entered my office, he shut the door behind us. I went over to my desk, sat down and took a deep breath.

“Well, this is a coincidence,” he smiled.

“Yes, I had no idea the other night that you were our new client, I hope my actions then don’t…” I hesitated.

“Please, let me interrupt you. You and I dancing at the club, has absolutely nothing to do with my business here today.”

“Ok,” I listened carefully.

“I meant what I said, I’m impressed with you, the agency and Mr. Global. I’m ready to sign and look forward to working with you. I will be involved with all aspects of the project from start to finish, so we will be working directly together for approximately two months. As far as my personal life is concerned, I had a wonderful time with you, and fully intended on calling you, today as a matter of fact, after my meeting.”

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to say that. I mean, it’s not very professional for us to…”

“I have one question. If I hadn’t meet you here today at the office, but called you this evening, would you have said yes to dinner?” he raised his one eyebrow.

“Probably, but…”

“Ok then, no worries, let’s take care of business first. You’ll be done by lunch?”

“Yes, I will.”

“Then I will be back in about an hour and a half.”

“Yes, Bill...I mean Mr. Bowen, I will see you then.” I’m going to need friend advice for sure tonight! I hurried to get everything completed and waited. I was so nervous. There was a knock at the door.

“Hello, are we all set?” Mr. Bowen asked.

“Yes, please come in. I just need your signature in a few places. I’m assuming your familiar with the contracts?” I said.

“Yes. Just let me look over a few things.” He sat and studied the papers for a few minutes.

“If you have any questions, I can try to explain, honestly, I’ve only been here for a brief time myself, but I can have Mr. Global join us?”

“No, that won’t be necessary.” He finished reading, signed and handed the papers to me. He extended his hand, “It was nice meeting you Ms. Banksworth. I look forward to working with you.”

“Yes, me too, thank you,” I shook his hand and he left. I’m so confused by his actions. I don’t want to offend him, I have to stay professional. I’m not sure what he’s thinking? I’m going to let him take the lead and see what happens tomorrow.

I swung by the corner market quick on the way home to pick up lunch for tomorrow. It was going to be a busy day for sure. I greeted Callie, took her to the park, then got in my sweats, turned on the TV and laid on the couch with my blanket, when my phone rang.


“Hi, Lisa, this is Bill.”

I hesitated, “Mr. Bowen, hello?”

“No, it’s Bill, I’m only Mr. Bowen when it concerns work. I had a really great time with you the other night, I was hoping you’d agree to dinner.”

“I had a nice time too, really, but I’m not sure this is a good idea.”

“If you prefer, I can ask Ms. Banksworth tomorrow at work, if she would like to go to dinner with me.”

I giggled, “I see, so then let me say that, I, Lisa, would love to go to dinner with you, but it would be unprofessional for me, Ms. Banksworth to do so.”

He laughed, “Very well, then I, Bill, can pick you up shortly, and Mr. Bowen would never ask you to compromise your professionalism.”

“Pick me up shortly? I’m in my sweatpants, under a blanket on the couch! Could we make it another day?”

“Nope, sorry, I will be tied up at work all week long. It has to be tonight, but no worries, sweats will be fine.”

“How do you feel about no makeup too?” I teased.


“Are you being serious Bill?”

“Oh yes, what’s the address?”

“603 Elm St. Apt. 216.”

“Google says I will be there in ...three minutes.”

“What!” I jumped off the couch, sprayed some perfume on.

“Yup, I’m passing your complex now. There’s a lot of casual restaurants just a few blocks away. Ever heard of Felinies?”

“I’ve seen it, but I haven’t been yet.” I searched for my bra and shoes.

“I might lose you, I’m getting into the elevator now.”

I heard the knock at the door, opened it, still holding the phone to my ear.


“Hello,” he smiled.

“So, this is the real me!” I said awkwardly.

“I like it,” he looked me up and down.

I laughed out loud. Callie was barking up a storm. “Hey, you, come here,” he bent down to the ground, “she is adorable.”

“I told you she was.”

“Are you ready to go?”


Bill had taken off his jacket and tie, and had unbuttoned his shirt a bit, since I saw him this afternoon. He looked good.

“Do you like pizza? Felinies is one of my favorites.”

“I love pizza!”

We got into his car, a BMW. I felt out of place in my flip flops and sweats. The restaurant was very quaint. We sat towards the back, near the fireplace, they knew him by name when we entered.

“Would you like a glass of wine?” he asked me.

“No, thank you. I really don’t drink much. I wasn’t myself last weekend.”

“Hmm...might have split personalities?”

I laughed, “Kind of, actually! I can explain, See I was wearing my friend Terry’s dress and shoes that night, It was her idea to go. It really wasn’t me, tonight’s the real me. I’m pretty boring and quite simple.”

“I don’t see that at all. Your definitely underestimating yourself.”

“And you? The club’s not the first place I’d have pictured you to be at?” I asked.

“You want the honest answer?”

“Of course.”

“It’s basically the place you go to around here for a guaranteed hook up.”

“Really, so I disappointed you, then?” I teased.

“Oh, I was definitely disappointed alright, but I’m glad too.”

“I don’t understand?”

“You want me to keep being honest?”


“Well, I’d have loved to gone home with you. I’m sure it would have been great, but then there’s no way I’d have been sitting here with you for dinner now, if we had.”


“Because, I likely wouldn’t have asked you to dinner afterwards.”

“I’m not sure I’m following you?”

“Your gonna make me say it….” he laughed and whispered, “ I don’t usually try to date girls that I instantly spend the night with,” he grinned. “Call me old fashioned, I’m enjoying our time now and looking forward to more later.”

“Your very confident.”

“I’m just honest.”

“I like honest. Do you want me to be honest with you?” I felt bold.


I whispered, “I won’t be going home with you as long as we are working together, so, if that is too old fashioned for you, I’ll understand.”

“Ha! Well, I do like a challenge, Lisa!”

“I’m just being honest too.” I giggled. “Did you think the presentation today...”

“Oh no, we are not at work, that topic is off limits, till tomorrow.”

“Ok, I can be Lisa for tonight,” I laughed. I could never tell him I was actually Allison, talk about split personalities. I was so different, just a few months ago. I never want to be that intimidated scared girl again.

After dinner, Bill insisted on walking me to my door, which I appreciated. “Thank you for tonight, I enjoyed it,” I said and smiled.

“Yes, me too.” He stood gazing at me, he put his arm up above my head and leaned on the front door, he moved in close to me, I thought he was going to kiss me.

“I want to ask you something,” he whispered.


“You have to promise to answer me honestly first.”

“I will.” I could feel his breath on my face.

“I know you said no at the club, but, my question is; did you want me to come home with you?” He softly kissed my cheek and stayed right up against my face.

“Yes.” I whispered. He was definitely turning me on.

“Do you want me to come in right now?” he continued to whisper.

I hesitated, “No, Mr. Bowen.”

He sighed, backed up and said, “I understand. Goodnight then.”


I waited a few minutes, grabbed Callie, walked down the hall and knocked on Terry’s door. I needed advice!

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