#theinvitepara

Mitch: Mitch hated to admit it but…he missed Audrey. Normally, if and when he had slept with a woman more then once, the thoughts of her went away after their last night together. However, getting Audrey out of his mind was proving to be a bit more difficult then he thought. Maybe it was because he enjoyed having to find out what Audrey was thinking or because he wanted that constant challenge of figuring someone out. It honestly didn’t matter; Mitch was going to see her again. His birthday was coming up but so was an art gallery owner named Katrina’s. Hence, why he was throwing the party for her instead of for himself on the same day. Holding the invitation in his hand, Mitch looked around at the beauty salon that Audrey owned and smiled in approval seeing how luxurious it was and fit Audrey personality to the core-or at least what he knew of her anyway. A worker came up and asked Mitch if there was anything she could do for him but once Mitch asked if Audrey was available, he was quickly sadden when the woman replied that it was her day off. “Can I have her address perhaps? Just to mail her this invitation? I’m not a stalker, we’ve met a couple times…I’m Mitch Morison.” He said, holding out his hand for a handshake hoping that given his name, the woman would be more willing to give him her address. Thankfully, it did have that effect. The lady giggled and smirked while shaking his hand. “Oh Morison! Of course, just don’t tell anyone that I gave you her address got it? And if something were to happen to her, don’t doubt for a second that I will go to the police if I don’t hear back from her.” The woman warned with a stern voice that caused Mitch to chuckle nervously and nodded. “You have my word that no harm will come to do love. Promise….” He said and left the building with Audrey’s address in hand. Her employees were indeed loyal.Once he arrived to her place, Mitch got out of the car and looked at her large house and smirked as he walked up the steps and debated about leaving the invitation or knocking. Taking a shaky breath, he looked down at the invitation and knocked three times. Then Mitch shook his head and assumed Audrey was probably out and enjoying her day off. I’ll just leave this in the mailbox, he thought and turned to leave instead.

Audrey: Even though Audrey loved working at the salon, twice a month she lieked to take the day off and relax at home, take care of herself, of her hair and skin, catch up on her favorite shows or sometimes go out for a run. Not once, did she feel guilty for leaving her baby unsupervised, partly because she had a good staff that knew what to do in her absence and partly because she felt she deserved the ay off. Today, she had started having breakfast out in a bearby café, then when she came back she did some cleaning arpund the loft. By lunch time, Audrey had applied a hair mask while eating on the couch and watching tv and finally, put on a face mask while she finished a book. She was about to go out for a walk in the park when there was a knock on the door; she had not been expecting anyone, mostly because she was working at this time, so her first assumption was that one of her staff memebers had stopped by for something. Walking to the door and watching through the peephole though, Audrey was surprised when she saw Mitch Morison on the other side; she had not seen him since the night at the strip club and wasn't really expecting to see him again. Looking down at her shorts, t-shirt and bare feet, shes hrugged and opened the door just to see Mitch walking away and knocked on her door to call his attention. When the man turned, she waved a hand at him.

Mitch: Hearing the knock, Mitch turned in surprise. “Audrey….y-you’re home?” He asked, though the question was indeed a stupid one to ask. “I mean hello there love.” Mitch chuckled a little with a smirk and let his eyes travel up and down her body. It was a different side yet again to see her just in a casual t-shirt and shorts-a nice sight of course since those shorts were quite short. “Enjoying your day off I see? I stopped by your grand salon and an employee gave me your address. Which reminds me, please do inform them that you’re okay or alive. She was very insistent on waiting to hear back from you after today.” He chuckled a little with a smirk. “Though I’m sure if I had told her all the fun we’ve been having, she wouldn’t have questioned my intentions with delivering this invitation for a birthday party that I am throwing an art gallery owner.” With that, he handed over the invitation to her.

Audrey: She arched her brows ironically at his question since the answer was quite obvious and while Audey didn't know Mitch Morison that well, that had not been a question she would have linked to him, however, he recovered quickly and he went back to his flirty tone she had heard before. Leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed over her stomach, Audrey cocked her head as she listen to him and his explanation of how he got her address, she smiled and shook her head, taking note of actually texting one of her employees to let them know she was fine; then rolled her eyes as he mentioned the activities they've been doing together and how almost well they physically knew each other. Glancing at the invitation, Audrey took it from his hand and wondered what to do next; should she say thank yo and close the door or ask him in? Certainly, they were not what she would call friends and she didn't really hang out with the men she fucked wih but surprisingly, she wanted to see him for a couple more minutes. Waving her hand to the inside of the apartment, Audrey moved and let him in, closing the door with her foot as she began opening the envelope. The invitation was fancy and while she wouldn't say no to a fancy party she did have one question. Holding a finger up, she mvoed the the table in the living room and picked up her phone, quickly typing on it. "Thank you for the invitation but why are you inviting me?" As the text reproduced itself, she typed a text to one of her employees saying everything was fine and that she wasn't mad at the person who gave Mitch her address. *instrumenal jazz in background* *Audrey’s Home - image1 - image2 - image3 *

Mitch: Once Audrey had taken the invitation Mitch wasn’t quite sure what to do next but kept his smirk on his face and watched her face as she also seemed to wonder what she should do next. But Mitch didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable and so his intentions were to say his goodbye and walk away but that exact moment was when Audrey had gestured for him to come in. Well that settled that, he thought and nodded before taking a few steps in and letting his eyes look around her place. He smiled a little seeing that the place was quite homey and felt oddly….warm-and not in the sense of temperature. “Very homey place you have here….” He told her with a smile and then heard the music in the background and chuckled with a real smile this time. “Boney James? Sunset Boulevard if I’m not correct?” Mitch asked and looked at Audrey opening the invitation and watched her text away. “So I see you’re a jazz fan. Interesting….” He said, slightly a bit more to himself then to her. Mitch Morison was a huge fan and expert of Jazz since he was born and raised in the location of where the soul of jazz was very popular. Hearing the message he smirked, “You’re very well. And, I thought you’d enjoy a good and classy party whether it was at my side or at someone else’s. No?” He challenged a little raising an eyebrow.

Audrey: Audrey nodded once in the middle of the typing, not surprised at all that he knew the artist since both of them came from a place were jazz was a big feature of the whole city. Of course, Mitch didn't know she know about it.  She waited for the man's answer and she smirked when she got it. Chuckling silently she shook his head and before going to the point that was forming in her head she asked him if he wanted some iced tea, either if he said no, she headed to the kitchen anyway and began typing on her phone one-handed. "Well you're partly right, I enjoy of a good party, classy or not so much. Not that picky haha. But let me see if I'm getting this right. That means you're trying to ask me to go to this party with you at the same time you're trying to be nonchalant about it that's why you gave me the choice of going with someone else. How close to the truth I was, Mitch?" She placed the phone on the kitchen isle as the text reproduced outloud and she looked at her with rised eyebrows as well.

Mitch: Mitch paid close attention to her reactions and chuckled a little at her hospitality which reminded him of back home as well. It was the first thing a host always asked their guests. “Yes, please. Iced tea would be lovely. Thank you….” He said shaking away the feeling that this all felt very natural. Hearing her question and observation, Mitch laughed and shrugged. The smirk played against his lips while he leaned against the counter across from her where she was getting the tea ready and said, “You got me all figured out love. Read right through me. Since that is the case, what shall the answer be then?” He asked, raising his own eyebrow and smirked. He had to give it to Audrey, she had been indeed right. But even if she wouldn’t agree to go with him to this party, he’d make sure she was with him by the end of the night.

Audrey: Point for me, Audrey thought, grabbing two glasses one at the time since her right hand was busy typying, she had been almost sure she would accept. She took her chance to get the pitch from the fridge when the text was being played and poured the liquid on the glasses, grinning wide knowing, for the second time in a row, she had been right. Shrugging, she looked down at Mitch who was now leaning over the isle and placed the glass in front of him. Tilting her head to a side, her hair following the movement, all of it flowing to her back, Audrey waited a couple of seconds with her eyes narrowed over him as if considering the answer even though she already knew it. Then, picking her phone she typed: "What can I say, I'm that good." She let it play and immediately started typing again. "In spite of the little effort you put on it, my answer is yes." She smiled, this time placing the phone down for him to read it.

Mitch: Chuckling, Mitch smiled and let her have the win. Like anyone who knew him, if he really wanted to win or be the smarter one of any situation, he would. But for something small like this, he didn’t mind letting someone have the win. Especially if that someone was a beautiful woman even without make up and in short shorts. Taking the glass, he lifted it up as a toast. “l’m glad to hear that answer love. Promise you won’t regret it.” He said with a wink. “What time do you want my limo to pick you up? I would pick you up but….as the host, I need to be there and make sure everything is in order. Does 7-7:30 sound alright to you?” he asked, watching her face for any little reactions or details that she may or may not give away.

Audrey: Audrey rolled her eyes one more time at Mitch's confident statement, though she doubted he would be wrong about it. So far, the three times they've met, they did have a good moment. Taking a sip from her glass , she pucked her lips, thinking on whether to accept his offer or not and in the end she typed: "That's really nice but I'll get there by myself. Not sure how long it'll take me to get ready, it's kind of an inaccurate science." She wrinckled her nose as she let him read. It was a partial truth, her other reason was simply that she liked her independance and move around without someone having a limo picking her up at a cerain time.

Mitch: Mitch chuckled a little and smirked. “You’re beautiful without makeup love! I would argue perhaps even more….” He said but this time smiled instead of a smirk and took a sip of the iced tea. “But, maybe you’d prefer to add a little foundation here and there and a bold lip color? Or maybe it depends on the outfit you’ll be wearing? Which I bet will cover very little of that olive skin of yours…” He teased with a smirk now on his lips and winked at her. Yes, he knew his way around makeup. Not because he liked it but because of the many photoshoots he had to do with his parents when he was younger and because of the interviews on TV or conferences he had to do for whatever reasons it may have been.

Audrey: Arching her brows, while it was kind of surprising he knew that about makeup, it took much more to impress Audrey, but his compliment about her not wearing makeup got him some points. "Nice and smooth move. But there's just much more you're missing, hon. But you just made me realize I have no outfit ready for this. Last moment invitations should not exist but I'm sure I'll find something in my closet." She typed, it was meant as a joke but of course, chances were he wouldn't get it." As Mitch read, Audrey took another sip, thoughtful about what she was going to wear; running her fingers through her long natural waves she pulled the hair back and her hand then fell to the side of her neck, gently scratching the area as she drifted back to the reality and to what Mitch was saying.

Mitch: Now it was Mitch’s turn to arch an eyebrow and laugh at what she had said-or well typed. “Nothing to wear? Even better! Go dressed in a bathing suit! The pool will be open and nearby. Plus, body shots are a must and what better attire then a two piece bikini?” He teased with a smirk though with all honestly, he wouldn’t mind seeing her in a two piece doing body shots or just in a two piece in general. Mitch chuckled a little to himself as he watched her run her hand through his hair and forced his hand to stay put and not touch what looked like the smoothest hair he had ever seen himself. However, once she scratched her neck, Mitch was drawn to a slightly more red area a little above the collar of the t-shirt and narrowed his eyes some. “Is…there something on your neck love?”

Audrey: Somehow, Audrey was expecting some kind of dirty comment coming from him sooner or later and it had been her own words that got her in the middle of those. She snorted and shook her head, trying to keep her smile from growing but finding it kind of impossible. However, part of her was thinking about those body shots and how hot it would be to have Mitch taking shots from her body, of course, that would lead them to more than doing shots and more to do each other, which was even a hotter thought. Back to the serious outfit choice, she looked back at him and her hand qickly covered her scar on her throat. She was usually quite self-conscious about it, never forgetting it was there but this time it didd't even crossed her mind. Her mouth opened and then closed, and grabbing her phone she typed. "It's a scar. Got it when I was 16 and the chemio for the cancer didn't work out. The rest is history, as they say." With the smallest of grimaces, she let himr ead while she got busy drinking the tea.

Mitch: Mitch smiled glad to see her smile growing and finally showing unable to resist his charm. With a smirk, his eyes watched her face as she processed his suggestion and chuckled quietly wondering where that dirty mind of hers was going. Though, Mitch didn’t have to wonder too much since he was no innocent bystander either; he knew exactly what she was thinking since he was hoping for the same thing or thinking of different sexual scenarios that could happen between the both of them yet again. Narrowing his eyes a little, she watched her reaction to his question or his comment and read the rest of the message. He swallowed a little and quickly noticed how uncomfortable that topic had become and instead decided to give her the space she needed. He’d wondered if perhaps there’d be another time or another place where he could ask and she’d be willing to tell him the whole story-if there was even more to begin with. “Well….I see your mind is already turning with possible outfits. Would it be best if I left and let you get to that?” He asked, though he was quite sure she wasn’t thinking about the outfits right now but more about the scar that she was trying to pretend didn’t bother her since it wasn’t covered.

Audrey: Mitch's reaction didn't surprised her a little bit, it was the usual reaction mostly everyone had when they saw the slightly pink-ish visible scar so she was used to it by now. To his credit, he didn't stutter or looked intently to it as he spoke. She shighed but in the end smiled, a real smile as she took her phone and typed. "I know it's awkward. Don't make it even more awkward, Mitch. But yes, it takes me a lot of time to get ready and in spite of your best dreams, I'll wear something that covers mostly everything." She grinned as she reproduced the text outloud and walked around the counter back to the entrance door. "Thank you again for the invitation it's really nice of you." She played out loud next.

Mitch: Laughing a little and setting the empty glass down, Mitch shook his head and smiled. “No love. You got it all wrong. It’s not awkward for me one bit. I just don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable about it or ask questions that would make you uncomfortable. Perhaps there’ll be another time or place that’ll be right to ask about how that voice of yours is only heard by angels.” He commented with a gentle smile. Mitch turned towards the door and walked with her, enjoying the sneak peaks he took every now and then at her body from behind and smirked when she mentioned his dreams. “Oh love, you have no idea how good my dreams are….even with our clothes on we would d-well, I don’t want to give away any spoilers incase such events do come to play…” He teased a little and leaned in placing a soft kiss on her cheek and pulled back searching her face. “I’ll see you there then love….with or without clothes, completely up to you.” He joked one last time.

Audrey: Audrey was kind of pissed off at herself for getting herself be surprised by something that was already natural to her, she wasn't sure what had happened there, then, she was pissed off at Mitch for making her feel like that and him act completely fine about it. However, she acted cool about it, crocking her finger as she walked past him to led him to the door and gave him and unimpressed glance when he man talked about her dreams, if he thought his dreams were good, he'd have to seat and hear about hers. She slightly moved her chin up so Mitch's lips would meet with her cheek and she gave him a last roll of her eyes at his last comment before opening the door and leant against it, watching him walk out and away from her loft.  @aud-dev