Owned and Undenied

“I don’t recall you ever asking me?” I said, feeling a bit peeved, that once again, Cash thinks he can just decide what I am going to do.

He ignored me and walked over to the other side of the sofa and sat.

“I didn’t ask because you going is as much as a benefit to you, as it is myself. If it’s the clothing choice that is making you hesitant, then I apologize. I went with what was trendy, and took into account where we were going.” He said casually as he looked out the window towards the river.

I knew I’d be wearing more than what half the club was wearing, but it was still a bit out of my comfort zone. And, because he was right out it being beneficial to me, I dropped the bit of temper I had and decided to play along.

“Fine. I’ll be ready in an hour or so.” I responded, not looking at him.

I wouldn’t look at this like a date. This was a job. I needed to find out whatever Leif had to say and decide from there what we needed to do. I knew Cash felt the same way.