The Rose

Is it a date?

Lizzie

I woke up early thinking of what to wear. I can't believe David's here on the cruise. I can't believe he is sending me flowers, let alone wants to met me on a date? Was it even a date? He just wrote that he wanted to run something by me. That could be anything. I couldn't take it anymore; I jump out of bed and onto Sarah.

    - Jesus Christ Lizzie! Wake me up, why don't you

    - I need help!

She looked at me and she understood me right away

    - Right. Give me 5 min and I will come up with a plan

I got off of her and she went into the bathroom doing her business. When she came out, there was no stopping her.

    - Right! First things first LIzzie. Take a shower, brush those teeth, cause your morningbreath is like phew. While you're in the shower I will find you something to wear. 

It's funny, because it's usually me who arrange our outfits when we went on dates. But the student had to become the master at some point. I went into the shower and tried to relax. But all I could think about was David. Every little single detail about him. His thick brown hair I wish I could run my fingers through. How his deep blue eyes penetrates your eyes like he is looking directly into your soul. His smile that could melt any womans heart and those dimples. Oh I could die happy if that was the last thing I saw. The way he said my name with his deep velvet voice. Everytime he says my name, I can feel myself become wet. I could only imaging how he would scream my name in bed. And his hands! God his big soft hands; how I wish those hands were on me now. Caresing my breast, teasing my niples with his one hand, while the other went down south over my folds.

Before I could get myself off, I was rudely interupted by a loud banging on the door.

    - Lizzie! I know I haven't met him yet, but if you don't get your ass in gear, then neither will you

    - I'm coming

I said and shot off the water. I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't stop smiling. I was all flushed and I shake my head. When I came out, Sarah was looking at me with a smirk on her face.

    - So? How was he? 

    - Shut up!

    - Well, if everything turns out right, You don't need to play with yourself anymore.

I smiled, my face turning red. I saw what Sarah had picked out for me. A pair of red ballerinas and a matching clutch which matched perfectly with the dress. A white dress with strawberries on it. I loved this dress. Sarah looked at me and said

    - The note didn't clarify if this was a date date; so I chose this, cause it's a date dress but at the same time it's a casual dress. And I thought for your make-up, you should go for the natural look with a pink lipgloss  

    - I'm so proud of you

I hugged her and approved of her choices. I quickly got dressed and put my long blond hair in a sidebraid. I looked in the mirror and I could feel the butterflies starting in my stomach.

    - How do I look?

    - Hidious; a complete disaster.

    - Thank you. I love you too. So what are your plans, now that I'm already leaving you on your own?

    - I'm gonna get some breakfast, a long shower and then, I have this beautiful best friend who has booked a studio just for me and my bad ass moves. So stop worry about me, when you have a dreamy mr. Bossman waiting on you.

Sarah smiled, kissed my cheek and walked out of the room. Omg I have a date with my boss. NO! I can't think of him like that. I have a date with David.

I went down to the lounge. The butterflies only got worse. I looked around and there he was. All 6.1 tall of candy on a stick kinda hot. It was the first time I saw him in casual attire. He was still in his suitpants and a white fitted shirt, that just hugged his upper body tight. Every woman in this room would like to be that shirt right now. 

He turned around and saw me. He smiled so hard, that his dimple on the right cheek turned up. He started to walk towards me. I somehow stopped moving, letting him come to me. 

    - You look beautiful miss Weston.

He said while taking my hand in his. As we touch, electricity went through my whole body and I could see that he was affected to. We just stood there holding eachother hands looking into eachothers eyes. Someone dropped a book or something, breaking our gaze. I took a step back and released my breath I didn't know I was holding.

    - Thank you mr. Johnson. So what was it that you wanted to run by me? 

He looked at me with a curious look, then he smiled at me. I couldn't help to chuckle a little.

    - Let's go into the café?

He said as he lead me towards the café. As we walked he put his hands on my lower back. I took in a breath as he did and I know he noticed.  He held out the chair for me to sit. He sat opposite me and the waitress came over as soon as he sat down. 

    - How can I help you?

She asked only looking at David. Who could blame her; I mean he is gorgeous.

    - I would like a cappuccino, your fruitplatter and for my Lizzie I would like a café laté with a chocolate croissant.

Not once did his eyes leave mine. I couldn't help but blush. We just sat there staring at eachother. Suddenly the waitress came back and put our order down on the table breaking our eyecontact.

    - How did you know I was at that bar last night?

David smiled while he look down.

    - I had the bouncer call me after you arrived

    - Well according to my research, there are 6 cluns and bars on this cruise. How did you know which one we would choose?

    - I must confess! I booked a booth in every bar.

    - Why?

    - I needed to see you! You see...

He began while reaching over the table, taking my hand.

    - I can't seem to go through 24 hours without seeing you at least once. From the moment you started at the firm I have been drawn to you. I absolutely hated the weekends. Not seeing you or knowing what you were doing. All I wanted was to ask you out, but the fact that I was your boss kept running through my mind. So I began to wait in the breakroom, so I would be there when you took your break, so I had an excuse to talk to you. Every morning I wake up and I can't wait to see you and talk to you; hearing about you and your friend. I love your stories. And then you go and ask for a 3 week vacation. 3 weeks Lizzie! I can barely keep it together during the weekends and here you are hiding from me for 3 weeks. So I called my cousin and said we were going after my girl. I think he's tired of me always talking about you, because he couldn't book the tickets fast enough. I came to the conclusion that I am the boss, which means I make the rules of the firm. So the thing I wanted to run by you is this: Elizabeth Weston, will you please go on a date with me?