(7) burning rose
The next day at work I stride confidently into Lorenzo’s office in my new outfit and red bottom heels. He looks me up in down in a way the sets my insides on fire. A smirk plays on his lips as his eyes met mine.
“I’ve got a date for you, boss. She’s smoking hot, very smart, and probably makes the same amount of money you do, so she shouldn’t be a gold digger...” At least I don’t think.
He shakes his head confused.
“You’ve found a date for me so soon? Please tell me it’s not from that damn website.”
“It’s not, you may have actually seen her once or twice since you know her brother pretty well.”
His brow furrow.
“Out with it Nala.”
“Her name is Kimberly Graham.”
His eyes go wide.
“As in Billy Graham’s snobby little sister?”
I huff in disappointment.
“You’re not even giving her a chance!? How am I supposed to help you if you are not willing to try?”
He slams his pen down on his desk angrily.
“Don’t you realize that if things go wrong with Kimberly at this date, that Billy might not want to do business with me anymore? It’s too much of a risk Nala.”
He looks down at some paperwork.
“Fuck, I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of that. You’re right Lorenzo, but what if you gave it try anyway? Throw caution to the wind and all that crap? I mean love requires some sacrifice doesn’t it?”
He looks up at me with a raised eyebrow.
“Love Nala? I haven’t even gone on a date with this chick, and you already imagine me falling in love with her?”
I blush and look down at my hands.
No, I actually am hoping he doesn’t. What has gotten into me? I’m not the jealous type, and if I were, Lorenzo is just my boss, and one of my best friends, whether he realizes it or not.
“No, no. I mean... you never know right?”
He shakes his head and pushes his papers aside.
“Nala, I... *deep breath* Okay fine, but before I can even think about bringing her to the wedding I need to take her out for coffee or something first right?”
I nod smiling.
“Yes of course. Actually, Kimberly is into fine arts and the helix museum is the perfect place for a first date.”
He thinks about it for a while and I try to keep myself from rushing him.
“Fine.” He finally says dryly and starts typing away on his computer. Well, at least he agreed.
I stand up and stride away from him, and head towards my office. I should feel happy he excepted to go on a date with Kimberly. When she called me she was so happy to get to know him, but I feel sick.
I shake the thought away and finish my boatload of work.
I’m in my walk-in closet and I’m looking for something to wear to the museum, for my date with Kimberly. Nala gave me her number and after asking her out, she answered back almost immediately with a yes.
I should be excited. I’ve met Kimberly once and she has the body of a runaway model and a face of an angel... but then she started talking to me in my office one day, and she lost all of her attractiveness.
She kept going on and on about corporate gossip, bragging about her new investments, and new cars, and she wouldn’t stop talking about her damn boob job.
But maybe I judged her too quickly? I guess I have nothing to lose. Except for... oh yeah... one of my most important clients if this date goes wrong.
I sigh and run a hand down my face.
Why is love so easy for other people? I’ve spent most of my life just giving in to my sexual desires that I’ve never really felt anything in my heart. As cheesy as that sounds.
I show up at the museum’s entrance and wait for Kimberly to show up. I feel like I’ve been standing there for 15 minutes, and my impatience is getting the better of me, as I tap my foot on the ground, and check my phone.
“Enzo my dear, hello!” Kimberly says as she walks up to me.
Oh my gosh... She did not just call me that. The only person who calls me that is my mother, and Nala whenever she’s trying to annoy me.
Kimberly looks very pretty in a purple cocktail dress, and her blond hair pulled up to expose her long, modelesque neck.
“Hello Kimberly, it’s nice to see you again, please call me Lorenzo,” I say politely as I lean in to place a kiss on her cheek, and she smiles widely.
“Okay, shall we head in?”
I open the door for her.
“Such a gentleman, Enzo.” She winks as she walks in, and I can already feel I’m going to regret this.
As we’re walking around, she spots a painting that catches her eye.
“Oh my gosh, it’s beautiful!”
I look up at the painting trying to figure out what is so special about it, or what it even is.
It looks like the artist sneezed and accident spilled his blue and red paint all over the canvas, and decided, ′eh what the hell, I guess I could make a lot of money off of this.′ I preferredart that looks like it took a long time and passion to make but to each his own.
“It’s interesting,” I say not wanting to offend her and nods as she slides her fingers down the canvas, and my eyes go wide.
“Um, I don’t really think you should um... touch anything.”
“Oh please, all I have to do is tell people my last name and I can do what want.”
I’m cringing, God, I’m cringing so hard and can’t hide it, so I pretend to be interested in a painting next to it.
“This one has a lot of vibrant colors, this might be my favorite,” I say as I look up at an oil painting of a rose caught of fire.
She stands next to me to observe it.
“Eh, I don’t know. It seems like the artist hates the idea of love or something.”
I shake my head.
“No actually, you’re looking at it wrong Kimberly. I’m sure the rose represents romance, and the fire represents passion, put them together and you get something truly magical. Something worth burning for.”
I speak of love as if I’ve actually been through it, but most of my knowledge just comes from dreaming. I take a picture of the beautiful painting.
I look to her and she just looks at the painting in confusion.
“Nah, I don’t see it, but what I do see is some empty seats where we can finally relax.”
She points to a table in a corner and starts to pull me towards it. I internally roll my eyes, as I follow her.
“So, how’s business?” She asks as she takes a seat and suddenly I feel like I’m at a meeting.
“Uh, business is fine, great actually.”
“That’s great, pardon for changing the topic so suddenly, but are you like the plain Vanilla sex type, or do you like some hardcore shit?”
I look at her in shock as I realize she said that out loud and people are giving us weird looks.
“Uhhh...” I see an older lady casually leaning a little closer to us while looking at a pamphlet trying to hear my answer. This is insane.
“Maybe we shouldn’t have that conversation in public Kimberly.”
“What are you so afraid of? You are practically a celebrity, there isn’t much, people don’t already know about you.”
Is she crazy?
“There is a lot of things people don’t know about me Kimberly, and I plan to keep it that way.”
She nods smirking. What the hell am I doing here?
“So um, have you made and important deals lately?” She asks curiously.
That’s it. I’ve had enough.
“You know what Kimberly? I think I left my Unicorn, home alone, and she can get a bit destructive when I’m not there. So I’m sorry for leaving so soon but I don’t think this is going to work out. No offense.”
She looks at me offended before looking around to make sure no one heard that. Now she’s concerned about that people think?
“Right, right. Your unicorn might fly away or some shit.”
I shake my head.
“No, actually that’s a pegasus. But anyhow it was nice seeing you again, see you around.”
Lie. I smile at her and make my way out as her jaw drops. I’m pretty sure she’s not used to people rejecting her.
I get into my Ashton Martin and drive to Nala’s house.
Strike number 2 Nala. Get ready for my wrath. I drive past a burger joint with a buy one get one sign.
On second thought... I think I’ll get a burger first.
I go through the drive-thru and order a burger meal for myself and one for Nala despite being mad at her. It’s a love-hate relationship.
As I’m driving to Nalas place I eat french fries angrily, and mentally prep myself for the argument I’m about to have, in my review mirror.