Yes, Sir

1.6

"Damn. If I wasn't as straight as this building, I'd be ripping off your clothes right now, you look so good," Mahalia smiles, her eyes openly looking over my attire.

I can't help but laugh. I was quite proud to say the least. I didn't want to look like a slum tonight, but I also didn't want to show up and look like I was a ninth grader walking into homecoming with a short ass dress on. So I settled for appropriate for church, but also down for a good time.

Since my clothes weren't necessarily nice enough for something like this, I borrowed one of Thea's, or actually the only thing of Thea's, that was suitable for this situation. It was a warm toned orange dress that thankfully flowed off the body just enough to not show off all the imperfections I had. The sleeves reached my wrists with a simple layer of the same material just for a small detail. My hair that I usually kept out of my face in a decent pony tail or professional bun, was curled delicately from when I'd done it last night. I had on a pair of gray knee high boots to finish off the look, and I was quite proud.

"You look beautiful, Laines. The man sure as hell is lucky," Brent smiles before tapping his index finger on my desk and heading towards his own.

"Do you know what's wrong with him?" I ask Mahalia. I never truly had anyone to worry about besides Thea and my grandmother. I was always caring greatly about them, that I'd hardly noticed my lack for others. So when Brent, Mahalia, I grew close, I was quick to start caring more than initially intended. I truly cared about them and worried greatly.

Mahalia sighs, looking off in Brent's direction before returning her gaze to me. "I think Brent has grown to have a certain, infatuation with you. You know, like every friendship has it. The guy likes the girl but the girl likes someone else so I'm stuck here waiting for the ticking time bomb to go off when the guy makes his move and gets rejected."

"First of all, watch something else other than Lifetime, and second of all, Brent doesn't see me like that. We're just friends, nothing more. He was fine with me going out yesterday, so what changed?"

Mahalia shrugs her shoulder, "It's becoming real. You're going out on a date with a man we don't know, and he's scared. If he does have some sort of feelings for you, then he'd bury his emotions so it doesn't risk our friend group's demise. Have you not watched any 90's movies? Or any movie in general?"

I roll my eyes, a little irritated by this analogy. There was no possible way anyone could like me. I'm not a likable person.

I was too lost in thought to even acknowledge Mahalia leave. It took me a few minutes to recuperate my thoughts before I do what I'd intended to before Mahalia and Brent made their appearance.

"I was wondering when you'd call," Austin answers with what I assume to be his attempt at a seductively deep tone.

"You have a meeting at nine regarding the newsletter being sent out to clients this month, a call with one of the investors and that's all regarding your morning."

Austin doesn't speak for a moment. I was sure he was writing it down, but then he asks, "Are you okay?"

I fall back in my chair, not caring how improper I looked in this particular position. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Don't worry about Brandon or whatever the hell his name is. Go out for breakfast, go for a walk in Central Park, whatever it takes to makes you happy, Laine. I don't want you all upset on our date tonight. Won't make it fun."

I can practically see the smirk on his cocky little face. "It's not a date," I reply, a smile forming on my face, "And stop eavesdropping. It's weird."

Austin gasps dramatically, "If it weren't for these thin walls, we wouldn't have a deal, Miss. Bennett."

I sigh theatrically, "How I do wish you chose much better material for this place."