Nobody's Fool

The date

****Meme’s POV****

As soon as I’m a few blocks away and completely out of his line of sight I pulled over to catch my breath and get a grip on my nervous energy. “Oh, my word. Did that really just happen? I can’t believe I agreed to go out with him after kinda making out in front of his place in the driveway where the neighbors could see us.” My thoughts are as chaotic as my cheeks are red right now. “Holy heck, I need to get home quick and get ready.” I start thinking about everything I have to do when I get home, shower, find something to wear, fix my hair, feed my cats, and tons of other little tasks to get ready for the night ahead. Once I got inside I headed straight for the shower to get it out of the way, since I like to air dry vs. towel dry if time permits. I thought about what to wear as I washed my hair and body, mentally going through my closet and deciding on pants so I wouldn’t have to shave my legs. It’s not like he’s gonna seeing my legs unclothed tonight so no point wasting time on that task when it could be used on curling my hair nicely. After I finish in the shower, I climbed out and wrapped up in my fluffy towel I sewed for my own personal use, since most don’t close in the front completely leaving a huge gap. These towels weren’t made for larger people, so I ordered material and made a few of my own “Plus-sized” towels and I have even thought about putting some on E-Bay or Etsy that can be personalized to any size or monogrammed if they want. But that is neither here nor there and I have to get my mind straight as I walk into my closet to find the perfect outfit for tonight. I look at the clock to see there are only 2 hours left, which means I have an hour to get my hair and make-up perfect after I do everything thing else. What can I say I love long showers and he got me all hot under the collar so I spent some time alleviating that need with my handheld shower head before turned the water off. I grabbed 3 different shirts to try on with the pants I knew I was going to wear. First I hold them up to in front of me in my mirror to see which one I like the best and settle for the basic black shirt/pants combo. Moving back to the bathroom I plug in my hairdryer and curling iron to get them ready before I go feed the cats, who haven’t stopped curling around my legs. Have to say, I’m glad I haven’t gotten dressed yet or my pants legs would be covered in cat hair by now. With them peacefully eating and leaving me alone, I quickly dry my hair with only 45 minutes left to curl it and apply a little make-up. I’m not really sure how to put on most so I stick with a little blush, neutral eye shadow, and lip gloss since it will come off as I eat and drink tonight. I am sliding my feet in my shoes when the doorbell rings. 

I hurry to open the door after one more quick look at my total appearance in my full-length mirror, sighing that I’m presentable as opposed to beautiful in my mind. Jonathan stood on my doorstep with a vase of stunning flowers. I invite him in so I can put them in a spot my cats can’t reach otherwise I’ll come home to half-eaten vegetation and possibly a sick cat depending on which flowers they chomp on. On cue, as soon as he sees a male, my oldest cat, Shadow, jumps on the back of the couch demanding to be petted. “Sorry, he loves attention, hope you don’t mind cats,” I state as he scratches Shadow’s chin. “Oh, now you’ve made a friend for life with this one.” I quipped as his purrs grew louder enough to echo in the room. With one final rub, Jonathan offered his arm and asked, “Shall we go?” He took my key and locked the front door up as he escorted me to the stretch limo in my driveway. I hide my shock at the sight because I didn’t notice it when I let him come inside. He opened the back door and helped me inside as the driver came to shut it behind us. Color me surprised at the level he has gone to make me feel special. Kinda makes me wish I had worn a dress for him because I didn’t expect this since no one has ever tried so hard one the couple of dates I had gone on before. We go to the Olive Garden and I was truly staggered to learn he reserved the entire “party room” with closed doors for our privacy. I know he was trying hard to impress me with the private dining area. He is great with his fans, but for tonight he seems to want to shut out all other distractions to focus on getting to know me. Dinner was a fun affair. He told me a ton of stories about some of the bloopers that happen on set daily, most of which he claims are caused by Drew. I have to admit his tales are making me laugh so hard my cheeks are almost hurting from smiling so much and it feels good because it’s been a long time since I felt such mirth. I regale him on what it was like to be the youngest with 3 older brothers. How they had to deal with the bossy little sister tagging along everywhere they went. He almost spits out his drink when I told him about the time my oldest brother was 16, 11 years older than me, thought I couldn’t tell on him for smoking if he gave me a puff. Boy was he ever wrong. As soon as I stopped coughing I ran inside to tell Mom and he got in trouble for not only smoking but also having me take a puff to try to protect himself from being punished for breaking the rules. Yeah, like a 5-year-old isn’t going to go tattle after something like that. Plus there was the fact that I couldn’t keep a secret to save my life back then. I told him I got in trouble for telling a complete stranger, who complimented my Mom’s beautiful blond hair, that she used Hydrogen Peroxide to get it that color. I had no clue what that did other than it would bubble up and I thought that was funny when she put it on my scraped knee the night before she used it on her scalp. We traded stories back and for about our family lives as we ate. He talked about the ranch and playing catch with his Dad and brothers. I told him how my oldest brother taught me to throw like a guy and the next one down taught me how to catch like a pro. His method was to throw the ball straight at my chest as hard as he could, so it was either catch it or be in a great deal of pain. But because of them, I could throw accurately and hard as any guy, as well as catch balls most, would have trouble fielding. 

He told me that he would have never guessed how old I actually was because I don’t look my age. Most people think I’m about 15-20 years younger than I actually am, and some demand to see proof of my birth year because they flat out don’t believe me. He asked why I wasn’t married and I told him it’s hard to date when you drive for a ride-share company full time. Plus, no one’s ever asked me out in a long time before he did today. 

Eventually, the meal had to come to an end, but he asked me, “How would you like to become my personal driver? I want you to come and work for me. My last assistant just went on maturity level and I need someone who can motor me places while I go over schematics and floor plans on the way to our work sites. There’s also the added benefit that having you around will give us more time to get to know each other. What do you say? I can show you the world, or at least most of North America.” I sat there stunned, part of me felt like crying because it dawned on me that this “date” had been a job interview of sorts and not meant to be a romantic interlude as I thought originally. He was wining and dining me to get a full-time employee, who was capable of taking him from Point A to Point B without incidents. I didn’t show my disappointment at the thought of him never kissing me again, because once I was his employee that would be taboo. “Where would I be based at? My house here may be small, but it’s paid for. And I have to have some places that is ok with my cats.” I begin. “I can find you a nice home in Vegas you could move into. We have several in town that we use as rental properties and there a 2 that are empty right now. I can have a moving company hereby Wednesday to help you pack and move. I’ll provide the car for you to drive in each location and we need to make sure your passport is up to date so you can cross into Canada when needed. While you are out of town, my dog sitter can go to your place and take care of your cats.” he advised me. “Wow, you really thought this all through so thoroughly. I guess I should ask about how much the rent will be and my monthly salary.” I sorta ask. “No rent, you will be working for me so the house will come with the job and how does $7,500 a week sound like?” I almost choked on that number, “Too much, that’s what it sounds like. No job pays that much for how little I will be doing.” He looked shocked, “No, I will need you to stand in for my PA as well, and trust me when I saw that will keep you very busy when you aren’t driving. Plus, you will have to deal with my crazy brothers so consider part of it hazard pay.” He laughed at his own joke. By now, he had paid the bill and we were walking back out to the limo. We sat in silence on the trip back to my place and although he walked me to my door, he didn’t try to kiss me good-bye. Thus, reinforcing the idea that this afternoon was a fluke and he had no romantic inclinations toward me. I agreed to call him after I had a chance to think about it because I needed to talk to my youngest brother for his advice and with that, he left as I closed the front door behind me.