Trevor's POV
"Ah, Jonathan? Is Miss Avery safe at home?" I asked.
"Yes, Sir."
"Good, thank you, Jonathan."
"Of course, Sir," he said and went back downstairs to the car.
I was kinda disappointed when Amabel didn't remember asking me to help her get into my shirt. So, I played it cool. There's something she's doing to me. I mean, what the hell was that all about with that whole 'But you are home' kinda crap.
I turned around and went into my study. Seriously? So many emails. After ten minutes, Rena made herself visible through the glass door. She knocked with the arm she barely had. I stood up and opened the door for her.
"Some coffee, Mr Walker," she said and came in. She put the tray on my desk as I sat back down.
"Thank you, Rena," I said politely. She hated it when I called her Mrs Novikov. It's really uncomfortable to call someone older than me by their name...
"Mr Walker? If I may," she began as she turned around. I sighed and looked at her. She really had something to say. I lifted my hand to show her that she may speak.
"Don't wear a suit for tonight. Be yourself, Mr Walker. Miss Avery likes you for who you are," she said and smiled. "Unless you take her to restaurant..." she said with a hint of don't-do-the-obvious-date-kind-of-thing-for-her in her voice.
"Thank you, Rena. I'll keep that in mind." She nodded and walked away.
Suddenly, I got very nervous. What am I going to do tonight? Rena's right. I shouldn't take her to a restaurant. Should I buy her necklace? Or is it too soon?
"Rena!" I called her back.
"Yes, Sir?"
"What am I supposed to do? For dinner?"
She looked at me and I knew she was asking for permission to come inside. "You can come in, Rena. I need you."
She came in with a little run in her steps like she was very excited and took a seat in front of my desk. "Well, what does she like?" she asked. Holy shit! I don't know! I couldn't answer that... Rena looked at me with anticipation. Answer the woman, you idiot!
"What is she like?" she asked instead when I couldn't answer her first question. Finally! I have a question I can answer.
"Well, she is kind. She is wonderful at her job, according to my father. She loves helping people and she is so, so beautiful." Rena started smiling. Damn, this is embarrassing...
"Where does she come from?" she asked.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Well, knowing what she's used to might help with figuring out what she likes." That is a good point. I go into the company's staff list. There she is! I click to open her file.
"According to her file, she lived alone from the age of eleven and then she had to live with her grandmother. Her mom's been in the hospital since then. When she turned sixteen, her grandmother passed away. She has no other family. Wait, here's something... Her favorite flowers are gardenias."
"There you go! Get her some flowers. But not too much. Get her two," she said.
"Why two?"
"Someday you'll understand why..." She is a very smart, old and wise woman. I wonder sometimes what she is thinking.
I read further through her file to Rena and then she stopped me. "What?" I asked. She didn't say anything further and walked away. Where the hell is she going? I followed her. Why is she going to the guest room? She went inside and opened the door to the walk in closet.
"What are you looking for?" I asked.
She stood still in the middle in front of the white leather couch. "What do you see?" she asked.
What? I see clothes. Shoes. Maybe I should rethink the color of the white walls. "Well?" she asked again.
"Uh, I see clothes. Shoes. The mirror..."
"Muzhchiny deystvitel'no idioty," she said. Really, Rena? I don't speak Russian.
"What did she take to wear this morning?" she asked. I looked around at the dresses. She wasn't wearing one and they're all here, untouched. The only shoes that aren't here are the white sneakers. Oh, she had this purple top on. Wait, that's it?
"She had jeans, white sneakers and the purple top on. But what does that prove?"
"Out of all these clothes, she took the cheapest clothes. She doesn't like expensive things. She is comfortable in jeans. That means, don't go way out on this date. It might scare her," she said.
"Thank you, Rena."
"Mmmhmm," she said as she walked past me out the door. "Should I buy her a necklace?" She stopped and turned to me. "No, not yet. You're moving too fast, Mr Walker. Learn to walk before you run, hmm?"
She's really bossy. That's probably because you asked for her advice. She turned around again and walked away.
I went back to my study to work. The emails were pouring in. Am I going to be able to take Amabel out for that date? I have so much work to do. But I really want to go on that date. I miss her. Glancing a look around, I noticed that it was past four. Shit! I have to get ready...