Chapter Four
Ten in the morning came too fast. Nicole got up to go to work. Stepping in her office building, her co-workers threw the biggest smiles at her. Nonchalantly smiling back, she really didn't know what was going on, until she stepped in her office.
Her whole office was flooded with yellow, pink, and red roses. She thought her jaw had dropped to the floor, she was honestly speechless.
"What is going on?" she asked herself, out loud. She made her way to her desk and found a single white rose with a note attached to it. It read:
"There are three red roses to show that I spent an amazing three hours with you last night, There are eight pink roses to show that there has been eight hours since I left you last night. There are four hundred and eighty yellow roses to indicate the hours into minutes. The one white rose you are holding right now is to show you that I would like to spend another amazing night with you tonight. Be ready at seven, and I don't take 'no' for an answer. I told you I'd see you soon.
Thank you for an amazing night, and many to come,
Dwayne Johnson"
"Holy shit." she gasped as she looked around the room. "I cannot believe he did this."
"Wow, whoever 'he' is, must be real into you." a voice said.
"Oh, hi Melanie." Nicole said flatly. Melanie was always trying to get into her business, and she didn't know why. They didn't like each other, and it was very visible.
"So," she said, walking into the cluttered office, "Who are they from?" she asked, feeling one of the yellow rose petals.
Rolling her eyes, she replied, "Just some guy. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some work to do." she said, making her way out of the office.
Nicole walked past her, leaving Melanie alone in the office. She casually walked over to her desk and read over the card. "Dwayne Johnson, huh? Nice one, Nic. Real nice. Well, we'll just have to see about this one." she laughed to herself as she exited the office.
After a long days' work, Nicole headed home around 5:30. She jumped in the shower and made herself presentable. He didn't say where they were going, so she figured, a little casual and a little bit of formal mixed together wouldn't hurt. She wore a short black jean skirt with a yellow halter. She wore yellow, open toe, lace up, ankle strapped heels that she ordered from Vogue magazine to match her halter. Her hair was up, with a few stands flowing by her face, just to give it a little more flavor.
The door bell rang just as she was finishing up her makeup. She grabbed her purse and headed to the door.
She took a deep breath and opened the door, and to her surprise, it wasn't who she was expecting.
