Date Night or Prom?

Cameron stood on the porch, a bunch of red roses in his hand. It felt like he was sixteen all over again, waiting for his high school girlfriend so they could attend prom. He knocked on the door and checked his wristwatch. He was right on time.

Clarissa opened the door, her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the flowers. “Oh, you brought flowers? Scarlett is going to be so pissed.”

“Nice to see you again, ma'am,” he replied, grinning from ear to ear.

“Just call me Clarissa. If I’m going to be seeing you a lot, we might as well get familiar. I’m still going to keep calling you Mr. Arrogant but handsome boss, though,” she added with a mischievous smile.

He nodded. “I happen to like it.”

“Scarlett, Mr. Arrogant but handsome boss is here!” she yelled out.

He chuckled.

“It looks like it’s high school prom all over again, but your date Luke didn’t come in a Range Rover and didn’t have an escort or a driver.”

“Mom!”

Her grin widened. “As a matter of fact, he had a run-down beaten jeep that