Page 117 of Havoc's Fox
“I’m kidding, I’ve got it, I’ve got it. Sit still.”
“I’m running home to get you a suit,” Ronan said.
“A suit?” Havoc asked.
“All or nothing,” Ronan said.
“Yes, indeed,” Remi said. “I’m going to run home. I’ll be back with some roses.”
“Roses? Where’d you get roses?” Brandt asked.
“They were for someone else. I can get more tomorrow. Havoc needs them now.”
“We’re all in, Havoc, don’t let us down,” Emmalyn said as she continued shaving the back of his head.
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Analise woke about 8:00 P.M. to find herself alone. She was a little disoriented, and sat for a second or two looking confusedly around the living room. A knock at the door startled her, causing her to jump a little. “Emmalyn?!” she called out. “Can you get that?”
Emmalyn didn’t reply, but whoever it was knocked again.
Rubbing her eyes and grumbling, Analise got up and went to the door. She peeked through the window, then blinked furiously before looking again. “Can’t be…” she whispered to herself, unlocking the door and pulling it open. Her mouth fell open when she realized, that yes, it could be, and it was. Havoc, a completely new Havoc, sporting a look she’d never seen, standing on her porch with a dozen red roses in his hand, smiling at her like she should know why he was there. His hair was cut in a very clean high and tight, with a slight swoop to the front. His thick auburn hair had just enough wave to hold the style perfectly in place. His beard had been shaved to no more than a five o’clock shadow and was lined perfectly to frame his jawline. He was wearing a black suit and tie with a crisp white shirt underneath. His crystal blue eyes were shining brightly as he stood before her, as unable to look away as she was.
“Hi? You ready?” he asked.
Analise looked at him, then looked behind herself before back at him. “What are you talking about?”
“Our date. Am I a little early? I knew it. I got the time wrong.”
“Havoc, what is going on here?”
“We’re going out to dinner? Oh, and these are for you,” he said, proudly handing her the dozen red roses he held.
Stunned, she slowly reached out and took the roses from him. “Thank you?” she asked.
“You’re welcome. I can wait out here while you change real quick.”
Analise looked down at her body, realized she was wearing panties and a sports bra.
“Um, yeah, okay. Where are we going?” she asked.
“Sushi! I love sushi, so I was hoping you do, too. If you don’t, though, we can go somewhere else.”
“Uh, no, sushi is fine.”
“Great! I’m really looking forward to the caterpillar roll. Have you tried those?”
“They’re one of my favorites,” she said, beginning to think she was in the twilight zone. “Are you sure we…”
“I know this is kind of unexpected, but we don’t really know each other that well, and I decided the only way to get to know each other is to spend a little time together. So, here I am.”
Analise took a moment to digest his comment, and while she did, she looked directly into his eyes and he let her. He let her see everything he was feeling, but first and foremost, he let her see the vulnerability he usually kept hidden. She’d never seen this side of Havoc, and decided that nothing else they’d tried so far had worked, so, why not this? “I just need a few seconds.”
“I’ll wait. Is it okay if I sit on the swing?”
“Sure. Just a few minutes, I’ll be right back.”
“Take your time,” Havoc said, walking over to take a seat on the swing as she closed the door and ran - literally - to her room to tear through her clothes to see what she had to wear. The minute she flipped on the light, she smiled and fought back tears when she saw that Emmalyn had laid out one of her own dresses, a metallic-gold off the shoulder, fitted bodice dress with a pair of golden pumps with spiked heels. “What are you up to, Emmalyn?” Analise asked, as she stripped out of her sports bra and panties before cleaning up quickly and putting on a fresh pair of panties and donning the dress Emmalyn had left out for her. She slipped her feet into the pumps and smiled in thanks that she and Emmalyn still wore the same size shoe. Let her hair out of its scrunchy and shook it out before catching just the front up in a half up and clipped it in place with a barrette. She pinked her cheeks with a bit of rouge, applied a quick coat of mascara, and a bit of lip gloss. She grabbed her little black purse and rushed out to the door. She took a second to compose herself and opened the door, stepping through just as she saw Havoc from the corner of her eye stand from the porch swing.