Chapter 36
Will's point of view
After a week of hectic meetings with important clients, Saturday finally rolled around. I texted Louisa the time 7:45pm when she was scheduled to come to my house a couple of days ago. The fact that we were both single was always in the back of my mind. I was still not sure if the kiss she initiated meant anything to her at all.
I did intend to make her aware that my feelings for her were a bit more than the boss-employee relationship that she always would implicitly bring up in our conversations somewhere down the line in near future. I just could not keep up this queer business of making her do things she never did before. There was one huge reason behind it. It was the fact that I enjoyed spending time with her. The company she gave me in my stark loneliness was simply irreplaceable.
It was Saturday at 7:15pm in the evening. I was fixing my black bow tie; making sure it was firmly attached around my neck; standing before the mirror in my bedroom. I was wearing a formal black suit over a white linen shirt. I put on some perfume. My black hair was brushed perfectly.
The door bell rang at around 7:30 pm which Kate answered. I took a deep breath because I knew that it was Louisa Clarke. For some intangible reason, I was nervous. I was going to take her to a classical musical concert.
I was aware that she was not fond of classical music. According to the deal I had struck with her, I was supposed to make her do something she would not like. On last Saturday, I went to a place she took me which I did not particularly enjoy.
Louisa entered my room looking like a divine goddess with red lipstick and her brown wavy hair reaching her shoulders. She was wearing a red dress that just touched her knees with half sleeves. A white scarf covered her pale long neck.
"You look nervous wearing that red dress, " I remarked; walking towards her.
"What do you mean?" she inquired; looking bewildered.
"If you weren't nervous, you wouldn't be wearing that scarf, " I responded; gesturing towards the white piece of fabric.
"I don't think I need to be told how to wear a dress, Will Traynor, " she countered; raising an eyebrow at me and slowly removing the white scarf.
"That's more like it, " I said; standing beside her.
"I think we are all good to go, " I told her; checking the pockets of my pant just to make sure I had my wallet and car-keys.
"Yes, " she concurred; giving me a 100-watt smile.
