Sleeping With The CEO
Chapter 136: Right Words

Chapter 136: Right Words

When Derek had left the penthouse headed to the diner, his decision had been clear. He was going to go straight into Bee’s diner, find Emily, apologize to her again and explain everything that had been going on to show her that when he had asked to sleep with her. He’d had nothing but pure intentions.

That had been it.

His entire plan stripped down to just the bare necessities. Nothing fancy added on top. He had wanted to just go in, say what he needed to say, and then just hope for the best possible outcome.

But during the drive to Bee’s, his mind had started thinking of all the different things that could go wrong. And at the end of it, he had decided that despite his plan to speak from the heart, that would have been something very unwise to do.

Afterall, Derek was a firm believer that in any situation. People who were most likely to succeed often did one simple thing. They had their hearts and their minds consult before they made big decisions.

It would not do him any good to disregard logical things in the process of speaking to Emily. Talking only from the heart was a lot more likely to add to his problems instead of reducing them. And so, instead of just parking his car, opening the door, getting out, and heading straight for the diner, a block away. Derek decided to wait a bit. To get his emotions under control. So that he did not have to worry about accidentally putting his foot in his mouth again.

At first, his plan had been to just sit there for a few minutes, get his story straight and then head over to Emily and tell her everything, explaining to her that he meant to sleep with her but not ’sleep with her’. But that simple plan had quickly been scrapped. He had to go in there with a more detailed game plan instead of just having a general idea of how he wanted things to go.

Which was why, several hours after arriving at the diner. Derek was yet to set foot inside the building. He was still outside in his car, rehearsing multiple speeches and trying to come up with one that would not have him A. Slapped again, B. Thrown out of the diner, C. Have Emily pour some liquid, preferably cold, not hot, over him, or D. Have all three of the above happen to him at once. But it was ridiculously hard to do. Leaning back against his seat, Derek cleared his throat and tried again.

"Emily, let’s sleep together. Just sleep. Not like in a sexual way. You know what I mean? ...no, no, no, no..." He cut that one off. It sounded as though they were buddies or something. He had to say something that showed the fact that he respected her, without being too formal. But what?

"Emily, let us sleep together. But just so you know, I don’t see you as a woman..."

Derek hit the wheel of his car with his head, then he straightened again. He definitely saw her as a woman. But not like in an I want to pounce on you kind of way. He saw her in a I respect you in your strength as a woman kind of way. His hands tightening against the steering wheel. Derek let out a huff.

Why was this so hard? He was the CEO of a Haven group for crying out loud. Talking himself into, and out of situations was literally part of his day-to-day work. So why was it that when he really needed that skill the most, for himself, not for the Group’s gain, it suddenly failed him.

It should have been as easy as A B C. Literally. All he had to do was get his story straight. Go over it with a fine tooth comb to make sure that there were not any flaws that would have Emily losing even more respect for him. And then once that was done, he would just head over, get into the diner, and have her know everything from where he was coming from, to why he was coming from such a place when addressing her. "Emily, please, I need to share the bed with you. So that we can sleep and stuff," Once again Derek’s head hit the steering wheel. This time when he sat up, the back of his head hit the seat a bit too hard. He hissed in pain, rubbing at the sore spot.

Seriously, sleep and ’stuff’’.

What was that stuff that he was talking about? He had to stop talking in such a way that left room for Emily to assume that he was up to no good. But how?

How was he supposed to do that?

His intentions were pure, but his mouth and his brain just seemed to have trouble expressing that. What on earth could he do to change things? Could he just take out his phone, write it out, and then walk into the diner with his hand outstretched?

Then just show her the text so that she would know what he meant. But even thinking that Derek could just imagine his phone in a million pieces all over the floor. The way that his luck was going, she would probably not even look at it. One glance and she would think that he was trying to show her some inappropriate material, and her temper would instantly go from 0 to 100 again.

Derek had to do something. He had to act. But it was so very hard. And as the hours passed by, with him cramped in his car, it got even harder.

No matter how hard he wrecked his brains, he just kept coming up with horrible, horrible solutions. And he had no idea how to fix it. Staring at the diner, Derek scratched his beard.

Yet another hour had passed and he was still no closer to coming up with something appropriate to say. Something that Emily would understand without her mind jumping to conclusions.

Would he ever get this done?