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I had my father to thank that I knew my way around a legal document.
I printed off the agreement and held it in my hand. After imagining what he'd tell me about his practices and preferences, I realized I was really afraid. It wasn’t him I feared. It was fear of myself and how I might just respond to him and to the lifestyle.
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I received an email the next morning from him.
From: Morgan, D. L.
Sent: November 08, 5:31 PM
To: McDermott, Katherine M.
Subject: The Agreement
Attachments: The Agreement.doc (50 KB)
Katherine, I received your agreement and will read it over. We can discuss when we meet.
Drake
That Friday, I sent him a text, deciding I might as well set up a few dates for the interviews.
Why don't you send me your schedule so we can set up some dates to meet next week and discuss the lifestyle. We can discuss the agreement at that time. I'm pretty free for the next couple of weeks with the exception of Monday and so I'd like to get started with the interviews.
He responded within a few minutes.
I'm pretty busy all week with my surgical slate and personal commitments… What are you doing on Monday night? What time are you done? I could make a late meal at a restaurant, if you're free after 10 PM.
I frowned. Monday night was not a good night. I was going to Carnegie Hall with my father and his wife to hear Gorecki's Symphony Number 3. It was very meaningful to me because my mother and I used to go each year.
I'm going to Carnegie Hall with my father and his wife.
A special Veteran's Day performance featuring Dawn Upshaw at the Stern Auditorium, on the Perleman Stage, the concert was part of the Great Singers program. He texted me back in a few moments.
I want to take you.
What? No freakin' way. I always cried during the performance, unable to hold my emotions in check and there was no way in hell I wanted to be anywhere near Drake Morgan when I was an emotional wreck.
We could meet after. I don't know if I'm ready to start the whole 'dating' ruse yet…
I chewed my bottom lip, wondering if he'd accept my alternate arrangement but he had his own ideas.
We could meet there by accident during intermission. I could invite you out for a late meal. I'm sure your father would be pleased. We could start the whole interview process.
I didn’t respond, trying to find a way to say no. As if he sensed it, he texted back right away.
I'll have you home by midnight as I have surgery early in the morning. No funny business. Scout's Honor…
Damn him. I couldn't really find an excuse to say no quickly enough.