Denzel looked away, crossing his arms. "Nevermind."
Sharmaine sighed. "Come on just say it." She nagged him more but kept ignoring her.
"You didn't buy me food."
Sharmaine froze at the statement he gave. Was she hearing everything right? Was she in a dream right now? He sounded like a serious and grumpy old man trying to impersonate a child.
"What are you a baby? Come on, tell me. I'll buy you two sandwiches later." She slurped her coffee more. Purposely letting him hear it to let him fall into her trap.
"Stop that."
"Tell me the party."
Denzel sighed. "I was invited at a ball and I need a partner, I was going to invite you."
Sharmaine raised her left eyebrow. "Me? Do you want to be perceived as gay?" She realized her words were wrong. "Ah, maybe you are gay?"
Denzel felt his blood rush up to his face. "It was nothing like that. Stop flattering yourself." He went back to his work. The atmosphere changed all of a sudden. The coffee aroma still floated through the room but it barely affected Denzel.
"Then I'll accept your invitation."
The fluid movements of Denzel stopped. Was he hearing things now because of his hunger?
"What did you say?" he asked, eyeing Sharmaine.
"I said, I'll accept your invitation."
Denzel stood up and leaned over Sharmaine with his hands on the table supporting his body.
"Are you mocking me?" His eyes were filled with authority, but it didn't make Sharmaine tremble, it made her heart race. His face was so close to hers that one wrong movemight end up in an embarrassing first kiss. What the heck is he doing?
"No, I was not. I simply needed it to gather info."
His head lowered more as Sharmaine backed up. "Info?"
"Yes, info at Shaine Meyer A.K.A Shaine Davis." Her eyes grew sharper. It felt like she finally did something important. Denzel stood up and sat heavily on his seat, which Sharmaine took as a 'yes'.
"Shall I wear a suit?" With a smile she asked. Obviously, Denzel would be paying for her suit as she had not received her salary.
"No," he replied.
Sharmaine's eyes widened, standing up and slamming her hands on her table. "What? Why?!" She could not understand what was going on inside the head of her boss. Was he going to make her wear a gown? "Heck no!"
"Sounds like you already know."
Time suddenly stopped; her hunch was proven right. She did not know what to do in this situation—a woman disguising as a woman was an absurd idea. Pictures of her inner self appeared and she groped her breasts in that picture, asking herself how she was going to hide her big breasts.
"Denzel, no. You can't make a man wear a gown."
"Well, I can make that happen."
"What?!" She could just faint at this moment, but Denzel said an important thing.
"The thing is, we lure the enemy with jealousy."
"What?"