Missy demanded.
Brandon only smirked and turned up the radio.
Brandon pulled into the parking lot and followed the
direction the parking attendants pointed him toward.
"Yankee Stadium... really?" Missy joked
with sarcasm.
"That's right baby." He gave her an
incredible smile and spanked her bottom. "Hurry up woman! We don't want
to miss the opening pitch."
Missy picked up her pace a little, but not before
sticking her tongue out at Brandon and laughing. She had never been to a professional
baseball game before. The stadium was something she had only seen on
television and read about in books. The delicious scent of butter topped
popcorn and sweet cotton candy penetrated her. She craved the coolness of a
frosty beer. When a gentleman walking the aisles yelling, "COLD BEER"
came their way, she was elated. Missy couldn't believe how close to the field
they were. She speculated if she reached far enough she could touch the players
running to catch the baseballs being hit toward third base. She thought she'd
better not give into her curiosity. Missy was not very knowledgeable about the
game so Brandon filled her in on when she should shout and cheer. He explained
the meaning of the words the announcer was shouting over the speaker system.
By the fifth inning, she was jumping and screaming like a lifelong fan. Brandon
was enamored with her excitement over an experience he had cherished since his
youth. During the seventh inning, Missy headed up to the concessions to get
them some nachos and hotdogs. When she returned, she was wearing a hat and a
jersey with a carton of food in each hand. He knew at that moment Missy was
the most perfect woman he had ever met.
After the game he drove her back to her apartment.
Her time with Brandon was unsurpassed. The energy between them was electric
and she knew she could not go back to the way she lived before. If she tried
to deny herself this man, she would crave him every time they were together.
He walked her to the door and embraced her tightly. His lips softly touched
hers, but before heat could emerge, his lips were gone. "See you
later." She stood there watching him leave. She had a feeling she would
see him do this again and again. He was not the type of man to stay.
Chapter 9
The next few days were hectic at Westbrook
Advertising. Missy spent most of the week thumbing through the Mercer design
sketches the rest of the design crew presented her with. They really had some
astounding ideas, if she hadn't experienced what she had on the Mercer yacht,
many of the proposals would have been suitable. Her little research trip made
it much more difficult for her to settle on any of the designs. They weren't
nearly romantic or cutting edge enough. After three days of rejecting their
ideas she turned to the computer and started doing a bit of magic on her own.
Brandon had meetings all week to finish up the sports drink campaign, and he
flew to Dallas to woo the CEO's of two mammoth corporations. Missy hadn't
heard from him all week. Maybe he took what he wanted and now he was trying
to avoid her at all costs. By Thursday with no contact she started to
assume what she experienced the past weekend was nothing more than a figment of
her imagination. Chloe questioned Missy's foul mood so Missy filled her in on
the latest misfortune in her life without revealing too much information.
Missy didn't plan on letting everyone know she had fallen for the smooth
talking new boss. She had worked too diligently at her job; she didn't need to
be the subject of office gossip. After the commotion at the club, Chloe had
pretty much figured things out. Plus Chloe was Missy's best friend, she told
her everything.
"He is totally pulling the three day rule on
you," Chloe assured Missy.
Nicole had told Missy about the rule when Missy was
younger, but surely men had evolved some since then. "I think that