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“I’ll add another zero if you take full creative control of the décor of the event.” He is usually much better at this, but he is pressed for time.
As exclusive as Kementári is, going to a flower shop to haggle over flowers is not something Gil-galad enjoys doing.
This is Elrond’s job, that is why he made him his PA. But Elrond was out doing Valar knows what with Durin for the weekend leaving the President of Lindon Inc. to go to the damn flower shop and go over the flowers for the gala he’s being forced to host.
“You told me you wanted a gold fall theme, and I have twenty of those, now choose one.” She dismissed his offer and continued to how him everything she had under the color gold and the theme fall. At some point she had come to his side and gotten close enough for him to see the lacy bra under the plunging neckline of her floral blouse as she leaned down to show him her portfolio. “Don’t tell me you also expect me to find you a date for this thing too.”
Then there was his need for a date for the event because he cannot stand another minute of being asked what a man like him is doing single at his age.
“I was hoping to ask you for some drinks first.” Perhaps he could kill two birds with one stone.
The shop owner was a stunning woman with luscious red hair, nice proportions and not budging one bit on the matter of choosing for him. Single, he’s heard.
“Not happening, Your Grace.” The red-haired beauty moved away and rejected him far too easily. This hardly happened, even before he became the top dog at his family’s company Gil-galad never got a no from those he set his eye on. “But I know an Escort company who can get the job done.”
“Fine, this one.” He points to one that looks familiar, and refused the business card she had taken from behind her desk. At least this was over, and he would never be coming back here again.
And because the Valar have not tired of trying him this fucking day, it’s raining cats and dogs, and he’s got no umbrella. The shop has only one umbrella on the umbrella holder at the door, a small clear one with a fake lace pattern that is quickly snapped up by the woman he has no intentions of even speaking to again.
“There’s a café down the street if you want to wait for your cab there.” She offers him the umbrella to his surprise.
“Only if you lead the way.” The businessman was sure she didn’t like him, and yet they leave her place trying to make sure both get covered under the small umbrella. Had she not been a stranger he would have put his arm around her and kept her as close to him as he wanted, but they are ---for now anyways--- so he keeps it respectful.
“I thought you didn’t like me.” Gil-galad admits as she inched closer to him until their hands brushed together as they walked down the street. Perhaps his assessment was wrong, and he just pissed her off like he does with most people.
“Maybe I would’ve said yes to those drinks if you didn’t waste my afternoon because you think it’s beneath you to pick out a fucking theme for your party.” Erinti Lothíriel read him for filth and the man would be lying if he said he didn’t like it.
“For the record, I don’t think it’s beneath me, I just pay good money for my PA to get this shit done before he leaves on a weeklong holiday.” He tries to give a better second impression and it seems to be working when his companion doesn’t push the matter further. “Sorry if I gave that impression, normally I am on my best behavior around beautiful women like yourself.”
“I suppose I should tell you that you chose the same exact theme from last year’s party before the papers do.” She teases as he put his arm around her shoulder to keep her fully under the umbrella.
“Then I suppose we can head back to your office and pick another after the rain lets up.” He is not surprised by the flirting, he had missed it after it disappeared in the first twenty minutes of their appointment.
Needless to say, this next appointment went far better than the first.
“So, would you like to come with me to the party? Got a fully stocked bar at my place where we can celebrate a job well done after.” Gil-galad asks as Erinti fixed up his tie. From now on, he’ll be picking out the décor for every occasion as long as each visit to the florist ends the same way.
“Only if you tell me what color you’ll be wearing.” She pulled him down by his tie and kissed him to seal the deal.
Gil-galad supposes whatever she wears will look best on his bedroom floor.