Man Juice

He whips out a bouquet of stargazer lilies from behind his back. “For you,” he says in a charming voice and gives me his million-dollar handsome-as-fuck smile.

“Wow, thanks!” I take the flowers gratefully and bring them to my nostrils to sniff their wonderful aroma. “These are beautiful, what’s the occasion?”

I move aside to allow him in.

“Just pretty flowers for an even prettier woman,” he says with a grin, exposing his perfect set of teeth.

“Awesome,” I say. “Why don’t you take a seat on the couch, and I’ll make us some coffee?” I suggest.

“That sounds amazing,” Owen admits and plops down.

He’s wearing a black suit with a dark navy tie. He looks ready for the workday and sexy as hell.

“Cream and sugar?” I call from the kitchen, asking how he wants his cup.

“Just cream, please, that’s great. Whatever you have is fine,” he responds politely.

I bring the mugs and hand him one of them. “For you.” I grin.

“Thanks.” He takes it and brings it up to his mouth. “It smells delicious.”

“So, what are you doing here?” I get right to the point.

“More importantly, why aren’t you at work?” he asks.

I lean back on the back of the couch. “If you thought I would be at work, then why are you at my house?” I raise my eyebrow, taunting him.

He rolls his eyes. “I called your secretary, who told me you weren’t coming in today.”

“Oh…right,” I say. Now I feel fucking stupid.

“Anyway,” he gives me a cute little smirky expression, “I’m here to invite you to the Lone Wolfe Anniversary Celebration.” He beams with pride.

“No way!” I flirtatiously slap his knee. “It’s awesome you’re having a party for that. Congratulations by the way.” I take a sip of my coffee.

“Thank you,” he says with a humble nod.

“Why didn’t you just mail me an invitation?” I chuckle.

“Well that’s another part of the reason I’m here,” he begins and takes my hands in his. He feels warm, strong and masculine.

“Okay,” I say and look down at our intertwining hands as my heart beats faster.

“I want you to go as my date,” he says as if I should take this as a privilege and an honor.

“Really?” I smile.

“If you’ll have me,” he says with the grace of a true gentleman.

I ponder this idea for a moment. In theory, it sounds like a fantastic idea. Maybe there will even be some celebrities there, and maybe Owen will introduce me to them.

“Well, you can probably guess that I’m doing a personality flip here.” I laugh and cross my legs. “You know, beginning with having dinner with you the other night—”

“To now playing hooky from work…” He grins and interrupts me.

“Right.” I point a finger at him in agreement. “Something like that. Maybe I’m becoming more like you.”

“I might not be the best role model for anyone,” Owen jokes.