I'm In Love With His Son

A Proposal

Susan's POV

How my heart skipped a beat at the sight of Don Santos's son left me with a butterfly feeling all over my belly. The last time I had such a feeling was in college for Noah, and it was a beautiful experience that I would love to recreate.

I was heartbroken when Noah and I lost contact after he relocated. He was the only guy I had felt a love attraction at first sight, and today, Don Santo's son gave me the same euphoria.

"Oh, Susan, what are you doing, Falling in love with a boy old enough to be your son ?" I questioned and rolled my eyes as I tried to distract my wandering mind with my laptop.

Ever since I saw Fred, His thought has clouded my reasonings. His cute face, blonde hair, and innocent look in his khaki and tucked-in polo kept flashing before my face, and a part of me couldn't wait to see him again.

Although, I know it would not be easy to see him again. We were not in any way connected both in age and level. It would be lame of me to ask Don Santos about him without any reasonable excuse. The only way out was to visit Don Santos and hope I'm fortunate enough to see Fred.

I hurriedly dialed the number attached to the customized boot he had given me. I forgot to get his number the other day. I could feel my heart racing as the phone beeps.

"Good morning. This is Don Santos, Help Desk. How may we help you?" A female voice greeted.

"My name is Susan Cooker, CEO of Suso Gallery. I needed an urgent appointment with Don Santos. Could that be arranged?" I took a deep breath, waiting for positive feedback.

"Hello, Miss Susan. We are so glad to have you on the line. I will forward your request to the CEO's desk, and You will hear from me shortly." she replied warmly.

"It's okay. I'll be waiting," I replied and hung up.

I smiled sheepishly as I heard my phone beep, and the Caller's I.D. was identified as CEO Don Santos.

"Hello, Miss Susan. To what do I owe this honor," Don said warmly, and I smiled.

"Good morning, Don,"

"Good morning, beautiful,"

"We still have pending transactions, Mr. Don, and since I was free, I thought I should call,"

I said seductively and bit my lips while he chuckled softly.

"Is this pending transaction formal or informal?" Don asked, and I smiled.

"Both," I replied, applying my foundation as I glanced at my mirror, and He grunted.

"How about we meet in my office in an hour? I'll just clear off some schedules so you could be spare some time," he asked.

"That would be great then," I replied.

"Ok, see you soon,"

"Thanks," I replied and hung up.

I made sure to clear my schedules for that morning within one hour before heading for my shower.

The drive from my house to Don Santos was about fifteen minutes. I had driven alone because I wanted alone time in the car.

Don Santos building has always been one of the most magnificent in the city. The serene environment and decor made their slogan "Home away from home" worth it.

The CEO's office was on the third floor. I stepped down from the Elevation and walked towards the receptionist's desk.

"Good morning, Miss; I have an appointment with Don Santos," I greeted the beautiful young lady seated across the receptionist's table.

"Miss Susan?" She inquired with a smile, and I nodded.

"You can go in, ma'am," she said, pointing at the door.

I knocked at the door and waited for him to respond before entering.

"Hello, Mr. Don," I greeted with a smile, and we both exchanged pleasantries and a warm hug.

"Please sit," He said warmly.

"Thanks."

"Give me a few minutes to tidy up this project," he said, staring at his laptop, and I nodded.

Don's office was decorated in a way that suited his personality. The ash color of the couch and the interior gave a manly finish to the space. The photo frame of a beautiful woman in her late thirties hung on the wall behind him was adorable, and one could tell it was his wife. I wondered how he could cheat on such a beauty with me. How am I sure he did? I don't even know if we had any intimate moments that night we spent together.

"Sorry for that break in transmission; I am sure you can relate," he apologized, and we laughed.

"Yes, I can. You have good taste, I must confess," I said, looking around for the second time.

"Thanks," he replied.

"Both in your decor and even in women," I said teasingly, staring at his wife's portrait, and we laughed.

"She's beautiful," I complimented.

"Yeah, thanks. Do you care for a drink?"

"No, thanks; I had a lot to drink during the weekend and am still trying to empty my system."

"You can't visit me at my office for the first time and not have anything to drink," he said as he stood up and walked towards the fridge.

"Water would be fine," I said warmly.

He handed a glass of water to me and returned to his chair.

"What was the urgency we needed to discuss?" he asked, and I cleared my throat.

"You still haven't told me what happened that night. I remembered walking up to you. We had a dialogue, and I kissed you; that was all I could remember," I said blankly.

"And that is all there is to remember; there's nothing else to say," Don replied with a grin.

"Did we have s*x, Don?"

"You are the lady. Every woman should know if she had s*x with a guy or not. I was equally drunk." Don chuckled, and I raised a brow. He wasn't ready to talk about that night, and I was wasting my time trying to force him into talking.

"Never mind!" I frowned.

"I have a proposal for you," I added, trying to change the topic.

"I was given a multi-billion contract by one of the biggest international companies, held by the famous Dr. Mark. My company would be supplying all the needed artistic work for their branches across twenty-two states and also fashion clothing for their models."

"That's a huge one," He said, and I nodded.

"I love the comfy of that boot you gave me and also the qualities. How about we collaborate? I get all the boots the models will need from your brand but cheaply since we will get them in thousands." I said, and Don beamed.

"That would be nice. I was planning to launch those boots soon. It's a new product from our brand, and you happen to be the first to wear it," He bragged.

"We have a deal," He added, and I smiled.

"We need to make a few adverts and commercials about the brand so I can present it during my next meeting with the team. " I said excitedly.

"Don't worry about the photography and cinematography. My team will take care of that. You just have to provide your models, and we are good to go," I added.

"Okay then, I'll discuss it with my secretary and get back to you as soon as possible. We have models who advertise the brand already, so that won't be a problem. How many models will you need? " Don asked.

"We will be needing a total of eight models. Four females and four males," I replied.

"How about your son? He would do well as a model. His physique will do justice to the brand. And it will also be a bonus for your company when the public sees your son is among the models. He is proud to represent the Don Santos fashion brand." I assured him. The idea popped into my head: I would love to work closely with Fred, and this was a golden opportunity.

"Woah, you must be a guru in the fashion world. I never thought of that. I'll discuss it with him and get back to you. You know teenagers can be a handful, " he said, and we laughed.

"We need to celebrate this," Don Santos said in excitement, and I smiled.

"Maybe some other time; I can see you have a lot on your desk right now," I said, and he smiled.

"How about you come over to my place for dinner tonight with my family? My daughter Sonia is your big fan, and I'll gladly have you. My son is also a fan, he questioned me about you the other night. You can also help convince him about the modeling, " Don said with a smile, and I gave a surprised look.

"Don't worry about my wife. I'll just call her and let her know about the plan. She's ever supportive, especially when it involves the company and brand." he assured me.

"Wow, that would be great. Just text me the address, and I will be there." I said with a smile.

"Thanks for the privilege, Miss Susan," Don said, shaking my hands while I beamed with a smile. I should be the one grateful to him for making my meeting with Fred more accessible than I thought.