With a seductive smile and perfectly coiffed hair, Delilah knocked, and then waited, donning a silky, red number and matching, strappy heels. Before seeing EE, she said, “Hello, lover…uh.”
Not recognizing the face opening the door, Delilah glanced around, looking for familiarity, then ogled back at the stranger. “Sorry…is EE here?”
“Right here, love,” the man replied, using EE’s voice. With his hair slick and glasses banished, he wore a tailored, grey Prada suit, an irresistible smile and resembled…George Clooney.
Delilah’s stood, mouth gaped open.
“Don’t you recognize me?” EE said.
Dumbfounded, Delilah stumbled and EE stabilized her, escorting her inside.
“You look ravishing,” he said, and then stepping back asked, “How do I look?”
Delilah visually drank in EE’s appearance, marveling at how altered he looked just by slicking his hair, removing his glasses and dressing in stylish duds. She said, “What do I owe this pleasure?”
“Why Valentine’s Day, love.”
Narrowing her eyes, she asked, “What’s the catch?”
Using an alluring voice, EE extended his arm, “No catch…shall we?”
Delilah’s eyes sparkled at EE’s response.
Reaching for the door, he nonchalantly said, “One more thing… the reservations are under… your name.”
“What was that?”
“The reservations…they’re under your name.”
Stomping her heel, Delilah snapped, “So help me, EE…I’m not paying this time and I refuse to go dutch.”
EE retorted, “No, love. I’ve arranged everything…It’s just that…oh drat…I couldn’t get a reservation to save my life…so, I used your name, and disguised myself…dressing as this stooge to woo your affections on this farcical Hallmark holiday.”
Forgoing his efforts, EE began searching for his glasses.
With moon eyes, Delilah caught EE’s hand and said, “That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me…”
EE smiled, kissed her hand and said, “I do try, love…at least once a year.”