Denzel held up a black card with floral designs. "Shaine Davis wants to marry me."
Sharmaine's eyes grew wide. "What?! You and her? Marry?" For some reason, her grasping the situation felt tough. Denzel nodded. She could tell that he was not happy about it too. It was like being slapped with reality all of a sudden.
"What are you going to do then?"
"I'll decline her proposal. As I said, I don't sleep with shameless women."
Sharmaine wanted to tease him just a bit. "Well, being married doesn't exactly mean you have to do it." She gave a cunning smile, making Denzel give her a sharp glare; it punctured through her like a deadly knife.
"It was a joke! No need to be offended," she said while irregularly waving her hands in the air and laughing nervously. Suddenly, the atmosphere began to change when Denzel threw another card on his desk.
"This here is a special event wherein all of the most influential people in the city gather. You will be coming with me as a woman." He definitely put emphasis on the words 'as a woman', not to piss Sharmaine but to remind her of what she would be doing.
She nodded as Denzel continued to explain. "You just have to flirt with me the whole duration of the event, and to not wander off alone." He added another emphasis at the phrase 'not to wander alone'.
She felt her cheeks burn. "F-F-Flirt?!" She hadn't had a relationship the past seven years. How would she know how to flirt?
"Relax, I won't kiss you or anything, we just have to appear lovey-dovey."
"K-Kiss?! Are you gay?"
Denzel sighed. "Stop flattering yourself. As if I would kiss a man," he raised his voice. Looking at the clock as it ticked made him aware of time. "You better go back to your room. Since the ball is tomorrow, I think a girlish man like you would certainly like his beauty sleep," he added, giving Sharmaine a good smirk.
Sharmaine jerked up. "Excuse me?!" She neither had the words to clap back, so she stomped away from him and into her room.
She closed the door with a heavy push and sat on the bed. "That man thinks he can just say such things?!"
But then when she thought about it, there was really nothing wrong with his sentence. "Girlish man," she muttered. She was indeed girlish but never a man and will never be one; pulling up her shirt that revealed the thick wrap of bandages all around her chest made her realize this fact even more.
"How long am I going to stay this way?" She headed for the bathroom to remove her bandages, and then returned to the bed, throwing the bandages in a trashcan next to her dresser.
Her dismay went away though as she fantasized about what would happen tomorrow. She expected a nice act and that she would finally be able to interrogate Shaine Davis or a least get to know her, not for the sake of friendship but for the sake of Denzel.
'For the sake of Denzel'
She groped her breasts and squished them. "You guys will finally be on display tomorrow. No bandages for the evening," she muttered.
Before she slept, she made sure that her door is locked; it would be bad if Denzel suddenly discovered that his assistant secretary grew breasts overnight. She shivered slightly at the thought, slowly drifting off to sleep.