“No. I will pick you up. Address, now!” I commanded.
“117 West 58thStreet, Apartment 8e.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“I guess,” she said.
“What’s with the clothes? I mean, all the other women were in formal dresses. And as you stated, you look like you got lost on your way to Target.”
“I wasn’t supposed to be a part of this. I volunteered for behind-the-scenes help. Someone put my name on that list.”
“Who?”
“I think I have an idea, but I’m not sure.”
“Well, we can discuss it on our date tomorrow. I’ll pick you up around seven.”
“Fine.”
“Oh, and please dress more appropriately. I’ll be taking you to a fancy restaurant.”
“Yeah. Will do. I would hate to humiliate myself more than I already have.”
The corners of my mouth curved upward. She was adorable. And that was a word I never used.
Chapter Seven
Samantha
Of all the men. I had to get that one. Mr. Monopoly. But damn if he didn’t look just as sexy tonight as he did in the coffee shop.
The second I arrived home, I went straight to Zoey’s room and opened the door, where she and Maya were sitting on her bed, scrolling on their phones.
“You’re home.” Zoey smiled.
“You are in big trouble, little lady. And grounded for the rest of your life.” I pointed at her.
“How much did you go for?” she asked. “And who bid on you? Is he hot? Young? Old?”
“I am so mad at you right now, Zoe. Why the hell would you do that and not tell me?”
“Because, Mom, I knew you wouldn’t. I thought it would be fun for you. You deserve to go on a date. You haven’t since?—”
“Because I don’t want to date right now!”
“Remember, Sam, it’s for a good cause,” Maya said.
“Ugh.” I sat on the edge of the bed.
“So, who is he?” Zoey asked. “Who’s the lucky guy that gets to take my mom out?”
“Mr. Monopoly,” I sighed.
“Who?” Maya’s brows furrowed.
“You mean the guy you had a run-in with at the coffee shop a couple of weeks ago?” Zoey asked.
“Yes. His name is Weston Castile, CEO of Castile Properties.”