Unwanted Heat

Kenzie

I haven’t seen Nicholas in almost a week; tonight will be the first time we’ve seen each other since our dinner at the Lake View Restaurant last weekend. Bridget called to confirm the details of our date tonight for an awards banquet that Nicholas is attending but she said otherwise he didn’t have anything he needed me for this week. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised; he had mentioned that he was working on a several large projects when we had dinner, I’m sure one of those consumed his time.

I’ve spent most of the week working; one of the girls that usually works weekdays, ended up quitting unexpectedly which meant I had longer hours. I’m looking forward to this weekend, it’s the first entire weekend in probably more than a year at least that I’ve had off. I’m going with Nicholas to some awards dinner tonight, but tomorrow I signed up for a weekend cooking class at the community college. It’s nothing big, but I’m excited to finally do something for myself. I was thrilled when Ginny said I could have the weekend off to take this class and half expected her to change her mind since we’ve been short staffed all week but she confirmed this morning that she didn’t need me. I can’t remember the last time I was able to do something for me, something that didn’t involve paying for bills or trying to save money just in case I needed to leave suddenly again.

After working this morning, I was able to take a quick nap since I’m not sure how late the dinner tonight will go. I don’t know much about the dinner itself, only that Nicholas is being given an award for some charity work he has done in and around the city. I’ve tried researching PFS but noticed there isn’t much written about his work with charities. I kind of feel like I’m going into the dinner blind, but I’m confident that I can “wing it” as if I knew what Nicholas was involved in. I at least know he has given donation annually to New Beginnings through the gala his parents hosted and the museum for the exhibit opening we attended.

For tonight’s dinner, Bridget told me the dress code is dressy but not formal. I’m wearing a simple floor length dress that has a slit up the side to add just a hint of sexiness to it. According to Bridget, the banquet is being hosted by a local community group to thank several of their major sponsors and should have minimal press coverage given the quaintness of this event. Of course she was quick to remind me that even when the press aren’t present, we need to act as if we are a couple since we have been photographed several times already by people who then sell our picture to the gossip websites.

“Good evening, Kenzie, you look stunning,” Nicholas greets me at the door right on time as always.

“Thank you.” For some unknown reason I blush at his complement which surprises me.

“Shall we?”

“Just let me set the alarm,” I quickly punch in the code and lock the door behind me.

“How was your week?” he asks on the drive over.

“It was good… busy but good.”

“Oh?”

“One of the girls quit without warning so I’ve been helping to cover her shifts. I’ve worked every morning this week, but thankfully I’m off this weekend at least.”

“Do you have plans for the weekend?”

“Sort of… I signed up for a cooking class at the community college

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“That’s really great! I know you mentioned wanting to go back to school.”

“It’s not much… it’s just a weekend class-not part of a program or anything but I’m looking forward to it.”

“It’s all weekend?”

“Six hours tomorrow and then six hours on Sunday. I was worried that Ginny might say she needed me this weekend, then said her approval for my time off stands.”

“Good for you.”

“Thank you.” Why the hell am I blushing again? I don’t think I’ve ever blushed this much in my entire life! “How was your week?”

“Busy… I was out of town for a few days. We’ve been working on a long distance deal and I needed to fly out this week to review some things on site.”

“Is it moving forward?”

“I believe so.”

“Wow, that’s wonderful.”

“Do you have any questions about tonight? I assume Bridget filled you in on the details of the event?”

“She explained that you were being given an award for some of your charity work around the city by a local community based organization that is also recognizing several sponsors. She doesn’t expect there to be much press coverage as this is a relatively small event.”

“I assume you saw the picture of us from the Lake View?”

“I did… it was obviously taken from a cell phone, the quality wasn’t the greatest.”

“It’s possible the same thing could happen at tonight’s event, especially now that our picture appears on more of the sites.”

“Is there anything I should know for tonight?”

“I don’t think so. I normally don’t attend this dinner; Alex usually handles the smaller awards banquets for PFS but unfortunately he is away this weekend which is why we ended up here tonight. He warned me ahead of time the food isn’t the greatest, so don’t be surprised if we leave and you’re still hungry. We can always stop and grab something on the way home if the food is that bad-”

“I’m sure it won’t be-”

“I wouldn’t bet on it,” he chuckles. “From what Alex has told me, there will be a speech by the organization’s founder, we’ll have dinner and then the awards will be given. I should be one of the first awards, but we’ll stay for a few of the others before making an excuse to leave. I have no desire to stay longer than we need to, but I want it to look like we’ve been there long enough for appearances.”

“Okay, just let me know when and we’ll go.”

A short time later, we arrive at a chain hotel where the awards banquet is being held and are ushered into a large conference room with about thirty or so tables set up and small stage on one side. Nicholas leads me around, introducing me to various people who all seem to be heads of different businesses. Of course, there is no one I recognize at the event tonight but that doesn’t surprise me. Nicholas has clearly met most of these businessmen in the past, likely at similar events.

Nicholas keeps me near him as he walks around the room; his arm is wrapped around my waist, his hand set on my hip as we walk. Before we walk up to a few of the men, he whispers in my ear who they are so that when he introduces us I know a little about them ahead of time. I’m grateful for this small gesture as it helps me make small talk with some of the guests after introductions are made.

“Ladies and gentleman if you would please find your way to your tables we would like to begin in a few minutes,” a voice comes over the speaker system.

“I think that’s our cue,” Nicholas leads me across the room to a table just off to the side of the stage.

“Ladies and Gentleman, I would like to introduce you to the founder of Children First, Ms. Samantha Richardson.” Everyone rises and claps as an older woman takes the stage.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend our dinner this evening. As you know Children First started more than twenty five years ago as a grass roots effort to provide free activities to children in our community in an effort to keep them off the streets after school. Each of you has contributed to our organization over the last year, allowing my dream to continue. As government funding is reduced, we are forced to rely on private donations like yours to keep our mission going.

“When I almost lost my oldest son to a drug addiction more than twenty five years ago, I knew something needed to change. I was a single parent, struggling to work enough hours to keep a roof over my children’s head and food in their stomachs. I was so busy worrying about these things I failed to see what was happening to my own child. By age twelve, my son began experimenting with street drugs and by fourteen he moved onto prescription drugs. By the time I learned about his drug use, he was in deep.

“It took many months but I was finally able to get him into a good rehab center, one that focused on children instead of adults. I am proud of the man that my son has become but seeing what he went through scarred me for life. I knew in that moment something needed to change. I was a single parent with no family support; I was busting my ass at minimum wage jobs trying to make ends meet. I couldn’t afford after school programs, so my children were left home alone often late into the evening until I got home from work.

“Children First aims to help these families… Through your donations, more than seventy-five children have, free of charge a place to go after school until their parents can pick them up. Through your donations, these children receive a warm meal, help with homework and socialization with peers their own age. Through your donations, these children are staying off the streets and off drugs! Tonight we thank you for recognizing our mission as something this community needs!”

The room erupts once again in applause and everyone stands as the speaker applauds the audience. I was truly moved by the speech and silently vow to look into the organization when I get back to the condo to see if there is some way I can help.

Obviously I don’t have money to contribute, but perhaps I can find a few hours to donate time to one of the after school programs. Now that I’m not working at the department store my evenings are free except when Nicholas has something scheduled. If my volunteer time can be flexible, I should be able to work something out. Although that might change when… er… if, I go back to school. I might have to look into that first, at least see when classes would be. I don’t want to commit to volunteering if it’s nothing I can stick with. My schedule might be too thin between the bakery, school and my contract with Nicholas.

“Chicken or Pasta miss?” A waiter pulls me from my thoughts.

“I’ll have the pasta please,” I answer.

“Sir?” he asks Nicholas.

“I’ll have the chicken.”