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say excitedly.
Nick chuckles, finally! I am not sure if it is at my description, or at my excitement, but as I turn to
look at him, his eyes look heavy, full of lust.  Orgasmic, huh? he asks like an adolescent.
I can t help but grin at his juvenile comment.  Get your mind out of the gutter, mister, I
reprimand.
Nick grins even wider, and my heart flops around in my chest. I am a goner.  So, what you are
telling me is that we are going out on a date& spending time together& tasting delicious cakes,
desserts, and pastries& all while I get to watch you have an orgasm in your mouth& in public? And
you were afraid to tell me this, why? he asks in jest, but knowing he wants a real answer.
 There s a little more to it, I add, wincing.
 By the look on your face, I am not sure I want to know.
 Okay, let s not worry about it then, I try.
 Delilah&  he sneers.
 Okay, fine. So, apparently this guy that we have an appointment with, Fronk& 
He interrupts and looks at me.  You mean Frank? he asks with a snicker.
 No, his name is Fronk, I grumble, nodding my head in a  yes motion.
 Frank? he asks again.
I know he understands me, I know he is fucking with me. But I am so on edge from avoiding
telling him all week that I repeat myself a little louder than I normally would have.
 Fronk, Nick. The guy s name is Fronk. FR- ah-NK. Fronk. I enunciate, waving my arms
around.
 His name is Frank. I am not calling him Fronk. He looks at me again, his lips curling slightly at
the corners.
I let out a sigh, completely exasperated. I look at him and he is laughing so hard he can t breathe.
 What? What s so funny? I huff, slapping my hand on my thigh.
 I just realized something, he says during the breaths he takes, still laughing his ass off.
I start laughing to, but I have no idea why.  Are you gonna share?
 His name is Fronk&  I think he is going to pee in his pants.
 Yeah. That s what I have been trying to tell you.
 Like the wedding planner on Father of the Bride&  Still laughing.
 Oh. My. God.
Nick and I look at each other and just continue laughing. We are having so much fun that I almost
forgot that I still haven t told him the thing. You know, the whole engagement thing.
It takes about ten more minutes to get to the shop, and Nick pulls up to the valet in front of Saks. I
give him a questioning look, and he tells me that while we are here, after the tasting, he needs to run
into Saks and pick up his tuxedo for the ball. I just shrug an okay, makes sense.
But before we get out of the car, I have to tell him. I pull up my big girl panties, turn toward him,
and grab both of his hands in mine. I have no idea how he is going to react to what I need to tell him.
 Nick, before we go in, I need to finish telling you what I started before we got sidetracked with
Fronk.
He snickers when I say Fronk s name, but I think he knows I am not kidding because he nods his
head.  Okay, go ahead, LaLa. I am listening, he says supportive as usual. How can one man be so
perfect?
No pressure. Here goes nothing.  So, this guy we have an appointment with, Fronk&  I pause
giving him a chance to snicker, but he doesn t. He is listening attentively.  & He is supposed to be
the best of the best. And that s I want. For the charity. For you. I look into his eyes for courage and
see exactly what I need, so I continue.  He only meets with celebrities& or high power
professionals, in your case. Anyway, he has one other requirement. They must be engaged. I look
into his eyes to see if he is picking up what I am putting down, but then look away. Embarrassed.
He doesn t say anything for what feels like forever. I open my mouth to apologize, but shut it as
soon as I realize he is speaking.  So, let me get this straight, he says emphatically. He takes his
forefinger, places it gently under my chin, forcing me to look at him.  We are going out on a date&
spending time together& tasting delicious cakes, desserts, and pastries& all while I get to watch you
have an orgasm in your mouth& in public& and all I have to do is pretend to be engaged to a
beautiful, charming, vivacious& perfect& woman? he asks rhetorically. My eyes widen at his
response, then well with tears of bliss.
 You re not mad? I ask, dazed and confused.
 Why would I be mad?
 Because I kinda got you here under false pretenses, I mumble.
Nick shakes his head in disbelief.  Delilah, while I m not thrilled that you didn t just tell me
upfront what we re doing, I can t be mad at you for helping me. For helping the children. I& think&
you re& wonderful. He says that last part very slowly, pecking me on the lips in between each
word, and I am in heaven.
I look him dead in the eyes, and all I can see is adoration. I put my hand up to caress his cheek,
and he leans into it. My heart sings, and a shit-eating grin lightens my face. I feel like a weight has
been lifted, and I am ready to enjoy my date. If I remember correctly, I still owe him from that whole
zoo episode. Turnabout is fair play.
 Okay, let s go, Boss. I say excitedly, knowing what I have planned for him.
 Let s go, fiancée, he responds with a wink and a kiss on the nose.
From your lips to God s ears.
Chapter Fourteen
Nick
I never thought I would hear those words leave my lips. Fake engagement or not, calling her my
fiancée was a shock to the system. Even bigger shock is the fact that it didn t scare me as much as it
would have even six months ago  B.D. - before Delilah.
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