Saturday morning I woke up to grumbling voices. I couldn't place the voices right away and at first glance nobody else was in the room. I sat up in the bed straining to focus on who was talking outside the door. I crept off the bed and tip toed to the door. I recognized the voices…it was Gabe and Nathan.
"Move the fuck out of my way Nathan" Gabe hissed.
"You are not waking Peanut up an hour before she really needs to be up just so you can pretend she is a dress up doll." Nathan's voice was just above a whisper.
I heard Gabe say something but couldn't make out the words. I put my hand on the door knob and flung open the door. Nathan jumped back a step and Gabe pressed himself against the wall.
"Fuck Trouble. You can't fucking sneak attack us like that. It's too early in the morning for that."
"I wasn't sneak attacking you. You two were the ones whispering outside the door." They both shot each other a look and then looked back at me.
"Sorry Peanut." Nathan ran his hand through his hair. "Gabe wanted to wake you up so you could get ready for your date with Mr. B but I thought it was still too early for that. I wanted to let you sleep a little longer since it might be a long day."
"Thanks for thinking of that Honey." I walked closer to him and put my arms around his hips for a hug. "But I am awake now, so might as well start getting ready." I turned to Gabe. "Am I washing my hair or will you do that?"
Gabe's grin grew even bigger. "Fuck yes. I love when my models finally stop fighting the awesomeness of me." I started giggling but Nathan slapped Gabe in the back of the head.
"Shut up Gabe. I am going to go work out in the shed." With that he walked down the hall and Gabe practically pushed me into the bathroom. "I'll give you twenty minutes Trouble."
In exactly twenty minutes Gabe knocked on the door. "Time's up Trouble. You have two minutes to get out of the tub. There is a robe on the back of the door." He came in a few minutes later and immediately started fussing. After he did my hair in a loose up do he brought in my outfit. It was a short sleeve pink polo shirt and a grey, white, and pink plaid skort that hit mid-thigh. "The perfect golf outfit Trouble. Cute, but functional. And Mr. B. loves girls in polos – I think. He has never actually expressed what he is attracted to, but that polo dress he picked out gave me some ideas." Gabe had started rambling and I had tuned out. Would Mr. Blackbourne…Owen…be attracted to me? Did I want him to be? All of a sudden Gabe was snapping his fingers in front of my face. "Trouble! What the fuck is going on in there? Did you get enough sleep?" I blinked my eyes a few times to focus.
"What? Yeah, I did. I'm fine, just thinking."
"Uh huh. Thinking about your upcoming golf outing? I am excited to hear how a date with Mr. B goes. Please promise me you will tell me if he lets loose. Laughs, holds your hand, any fucking thing." Gabe had started bouncing a little. Thinking of Owen "letting loose" was making me less nervous for some reason. I smiled back at Gabe and looked around for my shoes. Owen would be here any minute.
"Put these sandals on Trouble." I just stared at him – could you golf in sandals? "Mr. B. told me not to worry about your shoes. He said he will get you fitted for golf shoes in the Golf Shop at the club. He also told me not to worry about your clothes because he could get you something there – but I am pretty sure he must have been kidding about that." I slipped the sandals on just as the doorbell rang.
Owen stood in the doorway, looking more perfect than I thought possible. He was wearing a black polo shirt with dark grey pants. He was holding a bouquet of red roses.
"Sang. You look stunning." He handed me the roses and stepped inside. Gabe appeared out of nowhere behind me. "I will take those for you Trouble. Just think of me as your personal florist." He winked at me then looked at Owen. "Have fun you two!" He pushed me towards the door and Owen followed. The door shut behind us. Owen swiftly walked to his car and opened the passenger side door. He waited for me to slide in and then closed the door.
As we pulled out of Nathan's driveway, Owen turned the radio to a station playing instrumental music and then turned the volume down so it almost faded into the background.
"How was your evening Sang?" The flutters in my stomach came back at the sound of my name in his smooth voice.
"Very nice. How was yours Owen?" I saw his hands quickly tighten around the wheel before he released his grip.
"My evening was uneventful and rather dull actually." He smiled a little and tilted his head to the side. "To be honest I tried to do work, but I couldn't stop thinking of this morning, and you." My breath caught and I could feel the blush creep up my neck and into my cheeks. That seemed to be happening a lot lately.