The CEO's Little Miss

In a level of discomfort I've never felt before, I sit across from grand mere. Remember, if you want to be with Jen you have to get along with her loved ones.

"Well, I'd like to ask Jennifer to go out with me. I wanted your approval." I look her in the eye.

"Me? She's her own damn person, ask her. You were getting so nervous that I thought you were asking me out." The woman shrugs matter of factly.

"That's not what I-" My mind flashes a mile a second.

"Anyhow, what's my dear granddaughter up to?" She huffed.

"I don't know. We haven't talked since she left for France." I stare down at my feet.

"Call her then! Youngster's have to be guided through life these days." She mutters the last half irately.

"Yes ma'am." I quickly reply.

"Damn kids probably haven't f*** yet. If it were Devon and me..."

With that last vulgar remark, I dial my phone quickly. Jennifer, save me!