Naomi ~Part 2~

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Naomi paused to look more closely at the man who practically oozed appeal. “And why would my friend tricking me into a speed dating auction be perfect?” The snap in her voice echoed in the shadows.

He stuck his hand out. “I’m Kieran.”

“Serial speed dater?” She resisted the urge to stick out her tongue, keeping her arms crossed.

He nodded with a chuckle. “I can understand why you’d think that, but no.”

The same assistant that had been trailing the woman in charge approached with a broad grin. “Oh perfect! You’re ready!” She bustled up, looking around before checking her clipboard. “And where is the male wild card? A Max Devlin?”

“Here!” Max came jogging forward, his mischievous grin on full display. “Dang Mimi, you look nice!”

Kieran turned back to her. “Mimi? Your name is Mimi?” 

She groaned. “No. Only Max calls me that and I can’t get him to stop.”

Max stepped up beside her, hand out. “That’s me. Max. And you are? If you’re one of the daters and are interested in spending time with my lovely friend then you should probably stop wasting your time up here and get down to sign up like all the other hopeful lackeys down there.

“Are you done posturing?” Kieran’s hands were in his pockets and he looked like he was ready to take a casual disinterested stroll on her heart.

“Mr. Holbrook. It’s time.”

Kieran nodded at the assistant then towards Max. “We’ll introduce you first, Devlin. Your friend is garnering more interest than you, so we will need to allow the men more time to vie for her attention.”

“I didn’t even want to be here.” Naomi stepped up. “Why are we giving me extra time? I’d rather be home on my couch doing anything other than pasting a smile on my face.”

“Aw don’t be a spoilsport, Mimi. It’ll be fun.” Max nudged her in the side.

She shot him a look. “Max. This is turning out just like the skittles.”

“Skittles?” Kieran asked.

Naomi smiled and shook her head. “Just another one of Max’s crazy ‘fun’ ideas.”

“Mr Holbrook.” The assistant broke through their whispered conversation.

“Yes, yes. Mr Devlin. This way.” As Kieran led Max toward the stage he looked back at her. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“Like I have a choice.”

Naomi watched as Kieran introduced Max to the women waiting for the event to start. He asked him a few questions and gave him a chance to make himself look good. 

“He’s good.” The assistant piped up.

“Max is always good at convincing people to like him.” Naomi muttered as she watched.

“I was talking about Mr Holbrook. Isn’t he dreamy?” The girl sighed.

Naomi’s reply froze in her mouth. In what felt like only seconds Naomi found herself being nudged onto stage and walking toward Kieran’s smile.

“Welcome to the stage, the lovely Naomi Watts.” Kieran raised his hand out to her. “Let’s take a moment to get to know our other wild card of the evening. Miss Watts, I am sure the first question on everyone’s mind is…” He paused for dramatic effect. “What is your favorite color?“ For just a second he turned to fully face her so that the audience couldn’t see him wink at her.

She batted her eyes at the group of men now watching her closely. “Oh pink, totally. It’s the color of love, right?” She forced out a sort of breathy giggle.

Kieran nearly stumbled over his next words as his head whipped back around to look at her. It took him a second but he recovered admirably. “Indeed it is. And what do you look for in a man? For a date?”

“Oh good question.” Naomi bubbled. “Definitely got to be a hottie.” She threw a huge wink at the crowd. “Also it wouldn’t hurt if he was successful and made my insides turn to mush just by looking at me in that gorgeous smoldering way that only real men know how.” Playfully tapping his arm she gave a sigh, furiously batting her eyes at him.

“And do you think that you’ll be able to find him here tonight?” His eyes were pinned on her with a searing intensity even though his smile was still directed at his enthusiastic audience.

“Hope so.” Blowing a kiss out at the group of men, she bounced her way back off stage to face a bent-over-double-in-laughter best friend.

“That was amazing!” Max couldn’t stop laughing. “I didn’t know you had that in you. You are going to have dates for the next year of your life!”

Naomi shoved him hard. “You’re an idiot.”

Looking back on stage she found Kieran still glancing towards her as he explained how the night was going to go.

Max and the assistant left to go find his sign up sheet and get him set up in his little private booth off to the side. She presumably had one on the other side of the room that she would be shown to shortly. She sighed.

“That was quite the show.” Kieran stepped up next to her. 

She folded her arms and faced him. “Show?”

His slow drawling smile heated her core, making her flush. “Let me guess, your favorite flowers are red roses and if there was a beach nearby, walking along it in the moonlight would be the perfect date.”

Naomi stepped close to him, as close as she could manage without touching him. “Now Mr Holbrook, why would I think that? It sounds so…cliche.” She batted her eyes. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an audience to entertain.”

“Are you going to be honest with any of them?”

She shot him a look. “If I were looking for the love of my life at a speed dating arena then yes I would. If I was looking for a date, there’s no need to bother. All those men signed up to talk to me because of my picture. They aren’t interested in what I say, so it doesn’t matter what I say.”

“Miss Watts.” Kieran’s sharp tone stalled her dramatic exit. 

“Yes, Mr Holbrook?” She was back to using her over-the-top flirty voice. 

He folded his arms, causing him to look even more fierce. “I’d listen.”

Her smile softened. “Of course you would. And might I point out that you are also not out there signing up to talk to a woman based on her picture. Thus proving my point.” She shrugged. “I’m not going to go out and give any part of my real self to that bunch out there just so Max can enjoy his night getting girl’s numbers.”

“Admirable.” Kieran nodded.

Seconds later the assistant bustled up and was eagerly going on and on about how everyone had liked her. 

“Naomi.”

She was startled at hearing her name. She glanced back and saw him open his mouth but before he could she cut him off. “It’s green.” With a smile, Naomi turned away as he started laughing.


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Naomi

“Max.” I complained. “What is this?”

The large room was filled with what looked like a hundred small tables, each with only two chairs. Glancing back at Max’s face I knew I was going to regret agreeing to get out of the house with him.

I punched him in the arm. “Max. What have you gotten me into?”

“You’re a volunteer! You can think of it as charity.” He cheerfully announced.

“Charity? What kind of volunteer?” 

“Naomi, don’t worry about it. It’ll be fun.” He put his hand on my back and pushed me into the room.

I pushed back. “You are not exactly inspiring confidence, Max.  Remember when you said that it would be fun to jump on my mother’s dining table?”

I watched him cringe.

“Yeah. I was grounded for months.”

“So one time one of my ideas didn’t work out.” He laughed. “Chill. This will be fun.”

“One time? What about our first night of college? Or the time you tried to sneak skittles into everyone’s drinks at the hottest club in the city? Or when you dragged me to the opening day of the Red Sox in a Yankees jersey?” I put my hands on my hips. “I could keep going.”

Max didn’t look bothered in the slightest. “Those are some good memories.” 

“What did you volunteer me for?”

He pointed. Following his finger I groaned at the large sign declaring ‘Specialized Speed Dating’.

Dread filled me. “Please tell me that you volunteered me to pass out name tags or ring the bell.”

“That would be absolutely no fun. I volunteered you to be a wild card.”

“I don’t even know what that means.”

A stunning and sophisticated woman in a black sheath dress came striding toward them with an effusive smile. “Max Devlin?” At his nod, she practically sighed. “You are just in time. And are you Naomi Lancer?” At my nod, she began to gush. “Oh my goodness, when I heard we had two volunteer wild cards I just knew this was going to be a wonderful night. Now, if the two of you will follow me.”

I punched at Max again but he caught me, pulling me in under his arm. “What is a wild card?” I whispered.

“In uno?” He chuckled at his own hilarity.

“No, you dunce. You know exactly what I mean.”

They were interrupted by the coordinator.

“Alright Max, we are going to drop you off right here. Serena will help you get ready. Naomi, follow me.”

We only took a few steps before I was walking up next to her, feeling underdressed in my plain jeans and tshirt.

“So my friend Max didn’t really clarify to me what it would mean to be a wild card. Could you give me some more details?”

“Oh sure.” She didn’t slow down as she pulled up her clipboard to glance at it. “A wild card is a fun twist we throw in to spice up the night. The room is split up into specialties, the ones people are looking for in a significant other or the ones they fall into themselves. So we have a business specialty, one for computer engineering and software, gamers, high level executives, small business owners, athletes, and more. We pride ourselves on providing more than an average, ‘throw everyone together and hope two people find each other who might have a chance at a relationship’ event.”

“So they sign up for which group they want to speed date in? How do you avoid confusion if an athlete wants to date a doctor but all the doctors are in the medical group or are off looking for a small business owner to date?” There were too many variables for me to make sense of it all.

The woman shrugged. “We do our best. We have the first hour of the night where all the men are in the group that is their profession and the women choose which group to speed date in. The next hour we have all the women in their profession group and the men choose the groups they are interested in dating. Then the last hour is a big social, where everyone gets to mingle and connect.” 

“So I don’t mean to repeat myself but I still don’t understand where I come in.”

The coordinator chuckled. “Sorry, I sometimes go off on a tangent. A wild card, you, will be available for dates by request. We get you all dolled up and take a gorgeous picture of you. Then the men of all the groups can choose to request you specifically. Then they will each get a time slot to meet you.”

“Why doesn’t every girl desperate for a date sign up to be a wild card then?” I was bewildered. It didn’t sound like it was beneficial to not be a wild card.

“Most ladies prefer to feel like they have more choice.”

I glanced around the room we were in. “It looks like what I would assume speed dating looks like. You all sit down and one side cycles through. Not much choosing.”

“Ah but they get to choose their group.”

“I don’t have to say yes to a date with any of the men that sign up to meet me right?”

“No.” She hastily assured me. “This is where I’ll leave you with the experts to get you ready.”

And just like that, she was gone and I was surrounded by several smiling people who were pulling out clothes for me to try on, asking about my skin, and fingering my hair. I was going to maim Max.

People were arriving and I was surprised to see how many men took one look at my picture and headed straight to the sign up sheet. 

“Sizing up the suitors?” I looked to my left to see a dark haired man in a charcoal gray suit leaning against a nearby chair, his light green eyes focused on me. “By the looks of it, you’ll have plenty of attention.”

I blushed and stepped further into the shadows. 

The man had noticed my retreat and made his way over to stand next to me. He turned back to watch the newcomers.

“What brings you here tonight? Looking to meet your prince charming or handsome knight errant? That happily ever after story?”

“No.” I stepped away. “I’m here for a friend.”

“Is she desperate for a man or a love story? Or both?”

I looked straight at him with a sultry smile, or at least as sultry of a smile as I could muster. “No.”

He was better at the sultry thing. In fact, he made it look natural and effortless. “That’s it? No insightful details into your delightsome and alluring personality to entice me into asking you out?”

I laughed. “My friend dragged me here to torture me. HE wants me to get out of the house more and sees it as his personal mission to see it happen.”

“Brother?” His eyes sparked.

“Friend. Annoying life-long friend.”

The sparks in his eyes heated. “Perfect.”


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