hadn’t intended to.
“Is everything okay?” Imani asked.
“Yup, everything is fine,” Lex replied. As long as I keep my hormones in check.
“Great! Now let’s get down to business. As you all know, Micah would like to throw a 35th anniversary party for his parents in their Arkansas hometown. First things first, we need to decide who will lead this event.”
“I think Lex should handle this event,” Mya quickly replied.
“I agree,” Cyd added.
“Sounds good to me,” Imani continued after Cyd.
“Great. Then, it’s settled,” Micah said as he stood to shake each woman’s hand before finally reaching Lex.
“I have to get to work. But let’s set a date to meet and discuss my needs.”
Lex was a little taken aback by his comment and the fact that her partners had decided she would be the event lead. Micah was still holding her hand when he voiced the last words. Did he mean work needs or personal needs?
“Both,” Micah said as if reading her thoughts again.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Lex asked in confusion. Everything was happening too fast and she couldn’t react that quickly. “Never mind, I will call you to set up a preliminary meeting for the anniversary party. Is there any day this week that doesn’t work well for you?”
Micah finally let go of her hand and flashed another priceless smile.
“Any day this week works for me.” He winked, clearly entertained by the fact that, once again, she was ignoring his advances. With that, he gave a quick nod to all the women and left the conference room.
“What just happened here?” Lex asked Mya in particular after Micah was out of earshot. “Last week, I thought we both agreed that we would figure out what Micah wanted for the anniversary party before deciding who would be the best planner since Imani and Cyd already have a few events lined up.”
“I don’t remember us saying that,” Mya responded as she pretended to be occupied with straightening a stack of unruly papers. “I talked to Micah when he first got here so I already knew that it worked best with your schedule.”
Imani and Cyd both laughed. While eyeing her friends and partners, Lex tried to figure out exactly what scheme they were trying to get away with.
“I’m pretty sure that’s what we discussed,” Lex said raising her voice a bit. “And what do you mean it worked best with my schedule. He didn’t even say what date he was interested in so you couldn’t possibly know what worked best.”
“Yes, he did,” Mya answered. “His parents never had a real wedding, but their actual wedding date is Valentine’s Day. He said that he wanted to plan their anniversary sometime next month before New Years, or after if that’s too soon. Like I said, I’d already talked to him.”
“That soon?” Lex exclaimed. “Why did we agree to plan this party? It’s already November!”
“We’ve planned plenty of parties with way less time,” Imani responded. “Besides, you still have another two weeks left in this month.”
“And let’s not forget that last year, I planned the formal for the Peter Vallant Company with way less time than you have,” Cyd added. “I had about two weeks to plan that entire event. If I can make that work, you can definitely make this work.”
Lex crossed her arms over her chest in annoyance. Her body language was a clear indication that she was pouting, but she didn’t care. She felt as if she was the focal point of the joke, and being the main focus of any joke was not a good feeling.
Mya’s smartphone vibrated. “Lex, I’d love to continue this conversation but I have to meet with a client to discuss the grand opening event for their new clothing store.”
“Of course you do,” Lex said sarcastically. Imani and Cyd had their phones in their hands as well, and if Lex was a betting woman, she’d bet any dollar amount that one of them had texted Mya to give her an excuse to leave the conference room.
“I have to go, too,” Imani stated. “I have to tweet about a couple upcoming events and I have to update our page on Facebook.”
“I should probably call the florist for my wedding to confirm my appointment next week,” Cyd interjected. “Besides, I’m sure you have to start working on a game plan for the anniversary party.”
“Ugh,” Lex responded in annoyance. “I know what you guys are doing and it won’t work.”
“Sweetie, that childlike pout doesn’t look good on you,” Cyd said with a laugh.
“Besides, we don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mya added.
“Oh, really,” Lex said sitting upright in her chair while uncrossing her arms and bracing both hands on the conference table.
“Look, I’m not blind. I know Micah has a thing for me. But y’all know I’m not going there with a man like him.”
“Lex, listen to yourself,” Cyd said. “Micah is educated, successful and sexy. Plus he’s a bit of a bad boy. Trust me, women in Chicago have been drooling all over him ever since he moved here this past summer.”
“But he’s only interested in you,” Imani added.
Rubbing her hands over her face, Lex tried to ignore what they were saying. She couldn’t date a man like him. He was too easy to fall for and after everything she’d been through, she wasn’t willing to risk her heart again.
“You guys know what I went through with Evan.”
Imani reached over and softly touched Lex’s hand. “Lex, we all know that Evan’s craziness made you swear off men. But you can’t let him define your future. You need to move on from that situation.”
“I know,” Lex replied. “But it’s not that easy. He controlled every part of me in high school and college. If I hadn’t seen the light after Gamine’s death, I would have never realized the type of man he was.” When her grandmother, Faith Gamine Burrstone died a few years ago, a light switch had finally been turned on in Lex’s head.
“Sweetie, Evan Gilmore was the ultimate a-hole!” Cyd exclaimed. “We all blame ourselves for not always speaking up when it came to our true thoughts about him. But Micah Madden is not Evan Gilmore.”
“Not even close,” Mya added. “You’re twenty-eight. You need to date a real man.”
“I have dated real men,” Lex said, defending herself. “Remember Reginald Collins?”
“Right, how can we forget nerdy Reginald,” Cyd cynically replied. “I still don’t understand why you wasted your time on someone who didn’t even like to kiss in public...or private I presume.”
“That’s not true,” Lex responded. “He was just very selective on how and when he showed his feelings.” She wouldn’t dare tell them that even though they’d
