I couldn't believe my eyes. The man from my dreams was sitting in front of me. Right there. Flesh and blood. I hadn't thought he was real. How could he be? But here he was, and if the name on the office door was any indication, his name was Jayson.
God, he was beautiful.
I tried to focus, to remember why I was even here. But I couldn't. He seemed as stunned as me. What was this? What was going on between us? Who is this man and what does he have to do with me? Questions kept distracting me. I had to get a grip! I bit down on the inside of my cheek, the pain helping to refocus my mind.
"Hi, I'm Markus. I was sent down here to ask about a donation for the local youth shelter."
I stood there why he attempted to regain his composure. After a moment, I cleared my throat. That seemed to help.
"Oh, yes. Please, sit down. A donation? I have to run those by upper management. Let's look at the details."
I smiled, in the hopes that we would both relax. "Thanks." I took the seat across his desk from him. I did my best to ignore the tingling sensation that danced a crossed my skin. "Like I said, I was hoping your company could donate to the youth shelter I volunteer at. We are desperately underfunded and anything you could do would help."
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I scribbled notes on a sheet of paper in front of me. Amount he was seeking, the name of the shelter, what the funds would be used for. All the stuff my bosses would need to see before putting their stamp of approval on it. Usually if I thought it was a good cause and wasn't to much, my bosses would okay it. After, it's good for the company image and provides a tax break.
It was making me glad for all those years in college. I had become a pro at jotting things down while bring distracted.
