Are You The One?

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“I…hold on. What was your name again sir?” she asked the handsome man.

“George Adams,” he replied impatiently.

“George Adams,” Brit echoed into the phone.

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“Um I think Junior. He doesn’t look very old.”

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“Excuse me sir are you senior or junior?”

“The II actually.”

“The second,” Brit said into the phone.

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“He wasn’t on the list. How was I supposed…”

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“Fine. Got it. Thanks Jason.”

Click.

“Mr. Adams. Our gallery manager said you are very welcome. He’s on his way here. As a matter of fact, here he is.”

“I had no idea you were back in town otherwise you would have been on the list. I am so sorry,” Jason said.

“I was just about to leave. I couldn’t get in,” he said indicating Brit.

“What? I am so sorry. Brittany, Mr. Adams is a very important guest,” he said.

“Yes well he wasn’t on the list,” she said sweetly, reminding him of Stefan’s instructions.

“I really do apologize. Follow me.”

“Do you know if Holly is still here?” George asked.

“She was here earlier but she left about five minutes ago,” Jason said sympathetically.

“Damn it,” he said slamming his hand on Brit’s podium startling her.

“Come in. Have a drink.”

“No. I should go. I really need to see her. You’re certain she left?” he asked.

“Yes. She slipped out the back entrance. I walked her to the car myself. I didn’t want to risk the gossip and she had obviously been…”

“And did she say where she was going?” he asked impatiently.

“No I’m sorry she didn’t. She was with a few people. They didn’t seem like they were heading home though. I could call around and…”

“Okay thanks Jason,” he said cutting him off.  

“I’m sorry,” Jason said apologetically. “I have to get back to the guests,” he explained

“Next time call me right away,” Jason said to Brit before he turned and went back to the party.

George rubbed his hand across his jaw, clearly frustrated. As he was about to leave Brit called out to him.

“Have a great night Mr. Adams,” Brittany said.

“Really? If you would have just let me in. I was standing out here for about twenty minutes,” he replied angrily.

“Hey I got on the phone and did what I could. Even though I’m not supposed to have my cell phone with me. I could have gotten fired,” she retorted.

“Thanks for all your help Brittany,” he said before stalking off. 

The nerve of him she thought. Did he just sneer her name? What an arrogant, rude, pompous, gorgeous specimen of a man. Brit sighed. She had to admit the man was sexy. While he paced back and forth she had gotten the chance to really check him out without being too obvious about it.

He was attractive effortlessly, probably in his late twenties. He looked like a Calvin Klein model but much more rugged. He didn’t wear the casual attire that most of the male guests wore but came to the function in a suit that alone was different from Stefan’s usual crowd. He must have stood at least five eleven with an impressive build, not super muscular but you could tell he worked out or played sports. Most likely tennis or rugby she thought unforgivingly.

“Ha probably polo or fencing,” she said aloud with a snort.

She was curious about who this Holly woman was that got him all irritated and so she ran her finger down the list. There it was Holly Hayden.  She remembered her. Tall, billowy and blonde. She felt an irrational momentary flash of annoyance as she remembered how beautiful she was. So that was his type. Rich and beautiful and blonde. She didn’t know why this upset her. After all she had just met the man for a few brief moments. She recalled her plus one, handsome but polar opposites of George Adam. It seemed this Holly woman had it made. Two attractive men vying for her attention while Brit couldn’t even get a text back. I’m just grumpy she thought to herself.

“I just need to get laid. That’s all,” she said aloud.

“What?” John asked startling her.

“Nothing.” She said quickly to cover her embarrassment.

“Oh because I thought you said…”

 “So you’re finally here. I had to cover for you,” Brit admonished, changing the subject. 

“I had to take care of something,” he said apologetically.

“Be that as it may I missed out on potential tips,” she retorted.

“Here,” he said pulling out a hundred and placing it on the podium.

“I didn’t mean… I don’t want your money,” Brit said.

“Look I’m sorry Brit. Stefan is driving me up the wall. I didn’t mean to offend you. Please take this. I’m sorry you had to work the door.”

“No look it’s really okay.”

“Please?” he insisted putting the money in her hand.

 Brit nodded.

“Okay thank you. And be careful. Stefan wasn’t too happy,” she said as she walked back into the party.

The gala was in full swing Brit was surprised to see. Normally people showed up and left immediately if they came at all. She made her way through a throng of guests, smiled politely as she weaved her way through patrons who were obviously enjoying the champagne. It was warmer than usual in the gallery. She needed some water. She was heading to the bar when she saw Tara talking to a handsome dark haired gentleman. The way she looked at him with her head tilted to one side and her eyes wide Brit knew they weren’t discussing the cheese puffs. She smiled despite herself. Her best friend was a hopeless romantic. She believed in love at first sight and white knights the whole nine. Brit knew that look. Tara was smitten. She saw the man pull out his cellphone to take Tara’s number. She would hear all about it later tonight she was sure.

Brit took a more logical approach on romance although at times she wished that she could believe in things like love at first sight as well. It’s just her experience taught her that believing in fairy tale romances proved foolish.

After cleaning up and heading home, Brit was exhausted. She barely could stay awake while Tara was full of energy and talking about the guy she met at the party. Brit interjecting a few one word responses every few minutes so she wouldn’t feel offended. She was glad they finally arrived home but sighed inwardly knowing that Tara would want to further discuss her new friend.

They only just made it through the front door when Tara’s phone rang. She answered quickly and mouthed ‘it’s him’ before retreating into her room with a giggle. Brit went to her own room, relieved that she could get some rest. She flung off her work clothes, pulled on a t-shirt and collapsed into bed. She was asleep in a few minutes. Her last thought before she drifted off was about George Adams.