Let's Be Honest by Scott Hildreth Read Free Book Online

to start the book, I had tremendous interest in human nature, and initially started it to keep track of the different likes and dislikes of women.
    I had visions of spreadsheets and computer programs developed based on the statistical data contained in the book, and using the compiled data to determine my most suitable woman – if an whenever I was going to settle down.
    Being honest, it was a way for me to justify having collected the data over the years. But, I had always told myself that I would use the data to accurately pick the woman of my dreams – when I reached the point that I was going to settle down.
    Kelli’s blank page. I smiled. From the beginning, I was interested in her. I had an interest in her that was different from the others. Subconsciously or consciously, I chose not to place her data in the book.
    The first day we met, and her walking to the bathroom for me in her hoodie…
    “I want you to go the restroom, Kelli, and remove your hoodie. Come back out here without it on, do you understand me?”
    That was my first test of her. To see how she may react. She didn’t fail.
    “I thought you weren’t dominant in day-to-day activities,”
    She actually had the guts to question me. I admired that. I actually have always had hopes that she would open up more, become more comfortable. She will in time, especially now.
    “I’m not. I didn’t tell you to do it, I asked you. There’s a small difference. I told you what I wished that you’d do. Now you decide what to do on your own,”
    She removed the hoodie without reservation. Watching that woman walk made me so comfortable, so pleased that it actually scared me. Her walk had purpose.
    I smiled and picked up the diary, feeli ng the weight of it in my hand. No. That wasn’t the first. The first would have been at the dealership. The day we met.
    “I’m Kelli. With an ‘I’,” she had told me, “Nice to meet you.”
    Absolutely adorable. She just…wow.
    “Kelli, walk with me toward the restroom. I want to watch you walk.”
    S he looked at me like I was insane.
    “Excuse me?”
    She tried not to smile…
    “Come with me, walk in front of me, please,” I said.
    “Well, actually, I am supposed to stay here and answer the phone.”
    S he pointed to her desk. God she looked fabulous that day.
    “I want to watch you walk, Kelli with an “I”. Your walk has purpose. I watched you walk past Darwin’s office. I enjoy seeing your legs propel you. Walk for me .”
    I sure had my reservations, but she did it…
    “It’s right over there, Erik.” She pointed and looked at me.
    W hen she said my name, it was as if she forgot the “K”.
    “It’s Erik with a “K”, Kelli. Enunciate. Follow me to my motorcycle.”
    I started walking to the exit …hoping, praying, and for the most part, knowing she would follow me.
    “But I can’t, I have to stay… ,”
    S he sure tried to keep from it.
    “I’m thinking that it interests me that you’re interested in me.”
    I had told her after she asked me what I was thinking.
    “I’m interested in you? You asked me to lead the way to the bathroom, and then you told me to follow you out to your motorcycle. I think you’re mixed up.”
    I knew at that time I wasn’t mixed up.
    “I placed a business card on the elevated portion of your desk. On the left - facing the showroom from the desk. Before your head hits the pillow tonight, Kelli, I want you to text me. Text me and let me know that you’re going to call me. After I return the text, I want you to call me, so be in a position to do so,” I had said.
    I sat down on the bike, and waited.
    “What makes you think that I am interested in texting or calling you?” she smiled.
    “The fact that you are, Kelli. The fact that you are,” I said as I pulled away.
    W hen I rode off, I was smiling ear to ear.
    I knew from the moment she walked in front of me to the door of the dealership that I wanted her. I didn’t want to know her. I wanted her,