would that be a problem?"
I sighed and slumped down on my pillow. "Because Alicia's a problem. She hates me and if her sister gabs about this to her Alicia could use it against you." The color drained out of Dunner's face. However, there was one ray of hope. "Did you send any other texts to her?" Dunner shook his head. "Well, that means the only hard thing they've got against you is this one text, and even I have a hard time believing it's a breakup text."
Dunner sheepishly shrugged. "Maybe that's why she didn't take the hint."
"I'd say this was less of a hint and more of a whisper across a busy freeway," I replied. I sighed and plopped myself down next to him. It was difficult to figure out whether the full picture was good or bad. Now I'd not only have Alicia breathing down my neck, but if her sister caught wind of this I'd be dealing with double the trouble. I rubbed my forehead, and cast a side glance at Dunner. "So why'd you have to go and pick this neurotic girl, anyway?"
"She had more beef on her than anyone else I saw in the building. Well, before I saw you, that is."
I raised an eyebrow. "Should I keep you out of the zoo? At the rate you're jumping up you could fall for a hippo."
He snorted at my joke; my esteem for him went back up a notch.
CHAPTER 6
With our cares thrown to the wind, it was a whirlwind courtship. He took me to dinners at my place, I cooked dinners at my place, and we smooched and snuggled in my bed. After a few weeks of this relationship I started to worry that maybe things weren't going to work out; I felt we were confined by societal norms, and the dang office rules.
I mentioned my worries to him after another make-out session. He was beneath me on my bed, so I had a trapped audience. "You know, Steven, I don't know if this is going to work out." He muffled something; his face was pressed into my breasts. I rolled my eyes and pushed his head down onto the bed. "Did you just hear what I said?"
"Yeah, and I replied," he answered with that mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Well, could you translate from snogging to plain English?" I asked him.
"I said maybe you worry too much. It's not like anyone follows me here and watches us through the window."
That killed the mood; that, and I realized I forgot to shut the window shades. I closed the shades to give us more privacy and turned back to him with my arms crossed over my ample chest. "But I'm serious here, Steven. I just don't know how much longer I can go on with this being a secret."
Steven frowned. "You're not worried about your career, are you?"
I rolled my eyes and held out my arms. "Do I look like a power-mad woman intent on world domination?" I asked him.
He shrugged and sheepishly grinned. "Maybe you're in disguise?"
I dropped my arms and glared at him. "I just want to know how long you think we can keep this up without somebody finding out about us."
"Relax, only Mr. Perkins knows," Steven replied.
"Yeah, but he'd trade the secret for a can of tuna," I countered.
Steven sighed and slid off the bed. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. I resisted his embrace for three whole seconds and then oozed in his arms. "It'll be okay," he soothingly whispered to me. He pet my hair and nearly dropped me when I leaned against him and purred. "I'm sure there's nobody out to ruin our happiness and we'll figure out what we want to do later, all right?"
I nodded; I would have said yes to accepting the Great Pasta as my Lord and Savior so long as he didn't stop petting me. "Now how about we just get some dinner and relax?"
I obeyed, but there was another problem that lingered after our talk. That was a little voice in the back of my mind. You know, the one that reminds you how fat you are when you look in the mirror, how much you've eaten during that meal, and how you forgot to return that library book fifteen years ago. It sounds a lot like your mother if your mother could get inside your head and talk to you. Yeah,
I sighed and slumped down on my pillow. "Because Alicia's a problem. She hates me and if her sister gabs about this to her Alicia could use it against you." The color drained out of Dunner's face. However, there was one ray of hope. "Did you send any other texts to her?" Dunner shook his head. "Well, that means the only hard thing they've got against you is this one text, and even I have a hard time believing it's a breakup text."
Dunner sheepishly shrugged. "Maybe that's why she didn't take the hint."
"I'd say this was less of a hint and more of a whisper across a busy freeway," I replied. I sighed and plopped myself down next to him. It was difficult to figure out whether the full picture was good or bad. Now I'd not only have Alicia breathing down my neck, but if her sister caught wind of this I'd be dealing with double the trouble. I rubbed my forehead, and cast a side glance at Dunner. "So why'd you have to go and pick this neurotic girl, anyway?"
"She had more beef on her than anyone else I saw in the building. Well, before I saw you, that is."
I raised an eyebrow. "Should I keep you out of the zoo? At the rate you're jumping up you could fall for a hippo."
He snorted at my joke; my esteem for him went back up a notch.
CHAPTER 6
With our cares thrown to the wind, it was a whirlwind courtship. He took me to dinners at my place, I cooked dinners at my place, and we smooched and snuggled in my bed. After a few weeks of this relationship I started to worry that maybe things weren't going to work out; I felt we were confined by societal norms, and the dang office rules.
I mentioned my worries to him after another make-out session. He was beneath me on my bed, so I had a trapped audience. "You know, Steven, I don't know if this is going to work out." He muffled something; his face was pressed into my breasts. I rolled my eyes and pushed his head down onto the bed. "Did you just hear what I said?"
"Yeah, and I replied," he answered with that mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Well, could you translate from snogging to plain English?" I asked him.
"I said maybe you worry too much. It's not like anyone follows me here and watches us through the window."
That killed the mood; that, and I realized I forgot to shut the window shades. I closed the shades to give us more privacy and turned back to him with my arms crossed over my ample chest. "But I'm serious here, Steven. I just don't know how much longer I can go on with this being a secret."
Steven frowned. "You're not worried about your career, are you?"
I rolled my eyes and held out my arms. "Do I look like a power-mad woman intent on world domination?" I asked him.
He shrugged and sheepishly grinned. "Maybe you're in disguise?"
I dropped my arms and glared at him. "I just want to know how long you think we can keep this up without somebody finding out about us."
"Relax, only Mr. Perkins knows," Steven replied.
"Yeah, but he'd trade the secret for a can of tuna," I countered.
Steven sighed and slid off the bed. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. I resisted his embrace for three whole seconds and then oozed in his arms. "It'll be okay," he soothingly whispered to me. He pet my hair and nearly dropped me when I leaned against him and purred. "I'm sure there's nobody out to ruin our happiness and we'll figure out what we want to do later, all right?"
I nodded; I would have said yes to accepting the Great Pasta as my Lord and Savior so long as he didn't stop petting me. "Now how about we just get some dinner and relax?"
I obeyed, but there was another problem that lingered after our talk. That was a little voice in the back of my mind. You know, the one that reminds you how fat you are when you look in the mirror, how much you've eaten during that meal, and how you forgot to return that library book fifteen years ago. It sounds a lot like your mother if your mother could get inside your head and talk to you. Yeah,
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