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The Suit- Part 1
I don’t trust a man in a suit. I never have, and never will. When I opened my front door a minute ago and found one standing there smiling at me, my first instinct was to slam the door in his face.
My fingers tightened around the edge of the door as I stared at him. Hair perfectly combed, tie perfectly straight. Without looking down, I knew there wouldn’t be a single scuff on his polished shoes. Everything about him screamed perfect.
No one is perfect.
Before I had a chance to give the door a shove, he held up a hand.
“Please, give me thirty seconds. Then, if you want, you can slam that door you’re gripping so tightly and you’ll never see me again.”
Thirty seconds? I could do that. “Time’s ticking,” I said through clenched teeth. I was expecting my grocery delivery, not some suave schmuck looking to get… something from me. That’s why men wear suits, right? To gain something. Approval? Trust? Respect?
“Your Grams sent me to take you out to lunch. She said you don’t get out much, work too hard. She and my Nana are best friends, perhaps you’ve met her? Sally?”
That sounded like Grams. Her heart was so big. She hounded at me all the time to get out there and get a life. I wasn’t ready to though.