Part 3 (2/2)
”Gates, this project means a lot to me and you don't understand that. All you understand is making your bank account bigger. I only want you to listen to us before you make a decision on what project to go with.”
”Okay.”
”Okay?” His quick agreement shocked her and she jerked her head back to look at him.
”You're right. You do deserve to be heard, so I'll hear your presentation on Thursday. You can be ready, right?”
”Of course.” She stammered with a soft voice vaguely above a whisper.
”Good. Then I'll see you Thursday.” Reaching up, he softly rubbed the pad of his thumb across her cheek to catch the last tear escaping her eye. She watched in suspicion as he turned and strode across the parking lot to his car and wondered exactly what just happened.
Chapter 4.
”I still don't see why you have to jump through hoops for this guy. This is a great project for the community and if he can't see that then there is truly something wrong with him.” Chase grumbled, watching Sloane glance back and forth between her laptop and a notepad as she typed another executive summary for their presentation on Thursday. He'd brought her dinner and was now playing with Brayden on the floor. She was in her 'pre-presentation work mode'. She'd left her hair in its naturally curly state and pulled it high into a messy ball atop her head. Her pencil was in a battle to stay stuck behind her ear as her old stand-by black-framed gla.s.ses fought against it.
”Chase, you and I know that, but this has to be flawless. I wish it was simple, but I know he's going to make it difficult and now Liyah and I have to be perfect come Thursday.” She continued to type after glancing around to see Brayden crawling on the floor. She was still baffled by Gates' abrupt turnaround. What had caused his change of heart? What was he up to?
”Is it just for the Reyes Foundation or are you doing this to impress Mr. McCall?” If she didn't know better she would swear Chase sounded a little annoyed at the amount of time she was putting in to 're-doing' her presentation for Gates.
Her fingers froze in mid-sentence and Sloane turned, resting her arm on the back of the chair to look at Chase. ”What're you getting at?”
”I'm just saying, you've already gone to dinner with him and now you need me to watch Brayden again tomorrow night. Another date with him, perhaps?” Chase raised an eyebrow and sneered.
”Chase, I told you I don't have a clue what he's thinking, especially after dinner the other night. I'm doing this because I promised Liyah I would do everything in my power to make sure this project comes to fruition.”
”You're working mighty hard to perfect a presentation that's already perfect. I know you're pa.s.sionate about this project, but I think you have some unresolved feelings for this guy.” Reaching over, Chase corralled Brayden who was on his hands and knees and headed towards a paper clip beneath Sloane's chair. ”Am I right?”
”What difference does it make?” Contemplating Chase's comments, Sloane swiveled around to look at her screen and thought about her latest run in with Gates. He'd been so angry with her and she knew there was no way he could still want her in his life. Regardless of his sudden change of heart, this was a business deal for him, nothing more.
”A lot. You do, don't you? You want him back?” Chase looked at her then he smiled at the baby bouncing on his lap.
”I don't see what any of this has to do with that. I'm trying to get this project done and he's the only obstacle at this point.” Sloane knew even as arrogant as he was, she still had feelings for Gates; but she was trying her best to put them out of her mind.
”Why can't you answer my question, Sloane?”
”Why can't you let it go, Chase? You're starting to sound like a broken record.” She peered over her shoulder at his glib expression.
”Sloane, just answer the question.”
”Yes, okay, maybe I do, but right now...” Pausing, she let out a deep breath before placing her head in her hands. She knew he was right and she hated it when Chase could see through her. He was one of the best friends she'd ever had and he was amazing with Brayden. And if she weren't still in love with Gates, Chase would make an amazing boyfriend, she was sure. ”Things can't be different between us. It's too late for that. I figure if we can get this project to go through, then he'll leave town. Plus after the other night, I can't tell him about Brayden. He hates me. I won't subject my baby to that.”
”Look, I'm nowhere near an expert on this. But I hardly doubt Gates hates you. Think about it. Why would he be here throwing a monkey wrench in a project you're working on? Plus, is it really fair of you to keep Brayden from his dad? If it were me, I'd want to know about my son.”
”I know that you, Aunt Avery and Liyah are all concerned, but my mind is made up. At this point, I really don't have a choice. Gates has no room in his life for a child. And I don't want him to treat Brayden like his father treated him. Just pus.h.i.+ng him to the side until he finally decides he has a use for him.” Sloane cringed at the thought of how Victor used Gates for his own benefit. When he and Bailey were children, he separated them from their mother and it was only when Gates grew up that Victor decided his own son had value.
”Look, Sloane, I'm not trying to tell you what to do. Really, I'm not. But I think you should be more worried about how to keep this little one from growing up and resenting or hating you for keeping him and his father apart.” Standing, Chase placed Brayden in his bouncer and gathered his things to leave. ”Think about it.”
”Well, well, well, someone's pretty special.” Sloane looked up to see a huge bouquet of flowers headed towards her.
”Those for me?” Dropping her pen, Sloane stood and watched Liyah move closer.
”Well they certainly aren't mine, so...” Placing the arrangement of calla lilies on Sloane's desk, Liyah straightened and handed Sloane the note.
”Hmm, maybe they're from Chase. He watched Brayden for me the other night and he could see I was tired and stressed about this presentation.” She glanced at the bouquet again before reading the card. Calla lilies were her absolute favorite flowers and she was about to pick up the phone and call Chase to thank him until she recognized the distinct scrawl on the note. ”I'm sorry for the other night. I do look forward to your presentation. Gates”
”What? What is it? You look like a possum caught in headlights. What's the problem?”
”This is strange.” Sloane handed the note to Liyah and waited for her response.
Reading the note, Liyah's eyes widened at the signature at the bottom. ”Uh, Sloane, what happened the other night?”
”We had an argument, like I told you. He already apologized, so I don't know exactly why he sent flowers. Oh no, Liyah, you have to take these.” Quickly picking up the bouquet she handed them over to her friend.
”What? Why? He sent them to you. Why do you want me to have them?” Liyah nearly dropped the note as she grabbed the vase Sloane thrust into her arms. She looked at the bouquet before placing it back on the desk. Sloane started to wear a groove in the carpet as she paced back and forth, mumbling to herself.
”Liyah, you just have to take them. I can't accept these. Gates and I were over a long time ago and I just can't keep them.” Sloane knew Liyah was going to think she was being overly dramatic, but she didn't want to open a door she'd tried so hard to close when it came to Gates. This had to be some kind of game for him. He had pretty much let her know he was done with her and could barely stand her guts and now he was open to listening to her presentation and sending her flowers. He was fattening her up for the kill and she was trying her best not to end up with an apple in her mouth.
”Sloane, you're overreacting. They're just flowers.” Liyah watched her best friend shake her head and wave her hands around pointing to the bait on the desk.
”Liyah, calla lilies are my favorite. You know that. Gates knows that. I don't want to get sucked into his diabolical scheme. He's trying to keep us from getting what we want.”
”You're really reading too much into this. They're just flowers. I mean the way you're acting...” Liyah tapered off, peering at Sloane before her mouth curved into a slick grin. ”Oh, I see. You still want him don't you?”
”Why does everyone keep asking me that?” Sloane huffed, turning away from Liyah and walking around her desk to her chair. ”Gates and I were over a long time ago.”
”Then you shouldn't have a problem accepting a bouquet of flowers from the man then, should you?” Liyah crossed her arms and tilted her head.
”Liyah, please, take them, otherwise they go in the trash.” Sloane slid the flowers closer to Liyah.
”Wow, I sent those to you, and here you are giving them away.” Startled by the voice, both Liyah and Sloane looked over to see Gates leaning on the doorframe. That same familiar sly grin plastered on his face. Sloane sucked in a breath, her eyes devouring the sheer magnificence of the man, wondering exactly how much of the conversation he'd heard. He always looked good in everything he wore, but for some reason, today he looked exceptionally good in the midnight black suit encompa.s.sing his athletic build. His olive skin contrasted with the stark crisp white s.h.i.+rt and the metallic green tie set off the green flecks in his eyes. His mesmerizing gaze initiated a sudden thud of her heart against her chest. Why does he have to be so gorgeous?
”Gates. What're you doing here?” Gathering herself to speak, Sloane held onto the edge of her desk and observed the amused look on Liyah's face.
”Well, I dropped by to make sure you got the peace offering,” he said, motioning towards the flowers. ”Now I come in here and see you're trying to give it away. Calla lilies have always been your favorite, so what gives?” Chewing on her bottom lip, Sloane watched him saunter closer. ”Hey, Liyah.”
”Hi.” Looking back at Sloane, Liyah winked before playfully tapping her watch. ”Oh, would you look at the time. I've got somewhere to be. I'll talk to you later, Sloane. Good to see you again, Gates.”
”Yeah, you too.” Gates nodded in Liyah's direction as she retreated from the room and closed the door behind her. He moved to take a seat as Sloane crumbled into her leather chair, trying to think of a quick excuse.
”Ah, yes, calla lilies are still my favorite, but-”
”Don't tell me; you don't want them because they came from me?” His smoldering eyes toyed with her and she felt like crawling under the desk out of sight.
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