My Tomorrow by Megan Nugen Isbell Page A

proposal is just about finished.  You wanna take a look at it?”
    “Sure,” she replied, reaching down and grabbing the binder.  She took it to her desk and began thumbing through it while I went to the bathroom.  I was too nervous to sit around while she checked it out.  When I returned, the proposal was back on my desk and Drew was sitting in my chair looking through it. 
    “Nice work, Natalie,” he said, closing it.
    “It’s alright?”
    “It’s perfect,” he said, standing up. “Now, I’m heading over to the site for the Tashawa proposal and thought you might like to join me.”
    “Me?” I asked, the surprise evident in my voice.
    “Yes.  I always take an assistant when I’m prepping a new proposal.”
    “Oh,” I said, looking over to Anna Beth who nodded. “Sure.  That sounds exciting.”
    “Get your stuff and meet me at reception in ten minutes,” Drew said, striding past me, leaving behind a trail of that scent, fresh and masculine, that I was beginning to associate with him.
    I waited until Drew was out of earshot and then closed the short distance between mine and Anna Beth’s desk.
    “So, what should I expect?  What does he do at a site?”
    “He just looks around, ya know, familiarizes himself with it.  Looks for inspiration, I guess is what you could say.  You’re there to take notes and stuff,” Anna Beth said nonchalantly.  She didn’t seem to think it was a big deal, but I did.  I was still new to this job and I was accompanying Drew to a site.  I still had no clue what I was doing and now I was going to be assisting him. 
    “Quit your yappin’ and get moving.”
    I turned and saw Court poking his head around the corner, coat on and ready to go. 
    “Where are you going?”  I asked him.
    “Duh,” he smirked. “To the site with you and Drew.”
    “I didn’t know you were coming too.”
    “Well yeah, you don’t think he’d trust you to take care of his business by yourself yet, do you?” he laughed, but I didn’t.  “Get your stuff.  If Drew is one thing, it’s punctual, so get your ass movin’!”
    I just rolled my eyes, grabbing my purse and following him to reception, where Drew was already waiting.  His trench coat and brief case made him look serious and older than his 30 years and I couldn’t tell if he was annoyed at us or not for making him wait. 
    “Alright, let’s go,” Drew said and we followed him to the elevators.  We were silent until we reached the ground and walked outside.  I hugged my arms to my chest, thinking it would’ve warmed up by now, but it was still chilly. 
    “No coat again, Miss Vasser?” Drew asked, raising an eyebrow.
    “It’s not that cold out here,” I lied.
    “Yes, it is.  Especially with this wind.  It’s gotta be cutting right through that thin blouse,” he retorted. 
    “I’m fine,” I insisted.
    “No, you’re not.  C’mon.  We’re taking a detour.”
    “To where?” Court asked.
    “To get Natalie a coat.”
    “I have a coat,” I interrupted. “It just doesn’t go with my work clothes.”
    “Which is why we’re going to get you one right now,” Drew said as he stopped at the curb, hailing a cab.
    “No, that’s really okay.”
    “Don’t be ridiculous.  We’re getting you a coat because I can’t have Court and I looking like a couple of asses in our coats while you walk around in nothing but a blouse.”
    A cab stopped then and Drew opened the door.  Court climbed in and then I felt Drew’s hand on my back, encouraging me inside.  I knew better than to argue and I got in, Drew following behind me so I was stuck snugly between the two of them.  Drew spouted off some address I wasn’t familiar with and a second later we were battling the crowded streets of Manhattan.
    “We really can just continue to the site.  I’m fine,” I said as we drove.
    “It’ll only take a second,” Drew said and I was beginning to get annoyed at his insistence, but he obviously didn’t