sure I can act professional around him now - at least not yet. I’ve never been in a situation like this. Keeping our relationship or whatever happened between us, a secret, is going to be hard. I’m a terrible liar.
Entering the building, I spy Kaitlyn walking ahead of me. I slow my pace and effectively avoid her seeing me - for now. I work directly under her. It’s inevitable that I’m going to have to face her at some point today, but I’ll gladly put it off as long as possible.
I ride the elevator up to Grant and Son. I feel like everyone is staring at me, but I know it’s in my head. I’m really good at keeping other people’s secrets, but managing my own is too much.
When I get to my desk, I immediately bury myself in work. I scroll through emails and read through some daily reports and numbers. There are several clients I have to reach out to. This is one Monday I’m relieved to have a lot to take care of. I want to avoid human contact for as long as possible.
The sound of someone clearing their throat startles me out of my deep concentration. I look up and there is a delivery man standing next to my desk with a beautiful bouquet of flowers.
“Ms. Roberts?”
“Yes?”
“These are for you. Enjoy your day.”
I reach into my bag to get a tip but the man holds up his hand, “don’t worry. It’s already been taken care of.”
“Thanks?” I reply, curiously, almost as a question.
He leaves the flowers on my desk. I notice the attached card and take it off to read it. They’re from Mason - of course.
I had a great weekend. Miss you already. Dinner tonight?
…Please?
I laugh to myself at Mason’s attempt at humor. Or is it another sexual innuendo? Either way, it made me smile.
“Wow, nice,” my coworker comments as he walks passed my desk, “someone must have had a good weekend.”
I laugh uncomfortably. How am I going to explain the flowers? Hopefully no one will ask where they came from. Just in case, I stick the card in the pocket of my bag.
I get back to work but can’t concentrate like I was before. Thoughts of Mason are now consuming my mind. I try to push them aside so I can focus on what I’m actually supposed to be doing.
“Ooh la la,” Kaitlyn says, approaching my desk. Shit .
“How was your weekend?” I ask, trying to change the subject before she asks who the flowers are from.
“Not as good as yours apparently.” She raises her eye brows, “no matter. You can tell me all about it at lunch today.”
“Lunch?” I ask. I don’t remember making plans.
“Yup. My treat. Come by my office at noon.”
“Okay,” I reply meekly. I really don’t want to go. Normally, I would jump at the chance, but this is going to be rough.
Kaitlyn leaves my cubicle and goes to speak to one of the other employees.
I try to focus on work again, but my computer chimes with an interoffice message. It’s Mason. I smile.
‘You look very pretty today.’
I turn around expecting him to be behind me but no one is there.
‘Thanks? How do you know?’
‘It’s my job to know everything. Besides, why wouldn’t you?’
I blush. He’s good.
‘Thanks for the flowers.’
‘No problem. I can’t stop thinking about you.’
‘Don’t you have a billion dollar company to run?’
‘I’m multitasking. So what’s your answer?’
‘Huh?’
‘I asked you to dinner tonight. Are you free?’
‘Yes. Where should I meet you?’
‘My office. We can go together.’
‘Okay.’
‘Good. Now get back to work.’
Oh my God. He wants me to go to his office. What are people going to say? If he doesn’t care, I guess I shouldn’t either, but I do. No one is going to say anything about him. It’s me who’s going to become the subject of water cooler gossip. Mr. Grant’s flavor of the week. Fuck.
I work until about one minute before noon, procrastinating as long as I possibly can before going to Kait’s office. I walk there slowly, giving myself a pep talk on the way. You can
Entering the building, I spy Kaitlyn walking ahead of me. I slow my pace and effectively avoid her seeing me - for now. I work directly under her. It’s inevitable that I’m going to have to face her at some point today, but I’ll gladly put it off as long as possible.
I ride the elevator up to Grant and Son. I feel like everyone is staring at me, but I know it’s in my head. I’m really good at keeping other people’s secrets, but managing my own is too much.
When I get to my desk, I immediately bury myself in work. I scroll through emails and read through some daily reports and numbers. There are several clients I have to reach out to. This is one Monday I’m relieved to have a lot to take care of. I want to avoid human contact for as long as possible.
The sound of someone clearing their throat startles me out of my deep concentration. I look up and there is a delivery man standing next to my desk with a beautiful bouquet of flowers.
“Ms. Roberts?”
“Yes?”
“These are for you. Enjoy your day.”
I reach into my bag to get a tip but the man holds up his hand, “don’t worry. It’s already been taken care of.”
“Thanks?” I reply, curiously, almost as a question.
He leaves the flowers on my desk. I notice the attached card and take it off to read it. They’re from Mason - of course.
I had a great weekend. Miss you already. Dinner tonight?
…Please?
I laugh to myself at Mason’s attempt at humor. Or is it another sexual innuendo? Either way, it made me smile.
“Wow, nice,” my coworker comments as he walks passed my desk, “someone must have had a good weekend.”
I laugh uncomfortably. How am I going to explain the flowers? Hopefully no one will ask where they came from. Just in case, I stick the card in the pocket of my bag.
I get back to work but can’t concentrate like I was before. Thoughts of Mason are now consuming my mind. I try to push them aside so I can focus on what I’m actually supposed to be doing.
“Ooh la la,” Kaitlyn says, approaching my desk. Shit .
“How was your weekend?” I ask, trying to change the subject before she asks who the flowers are from.
“Not as good as yours apparently.” She raises her eye brows, “no matter. You can tell me all about it at lunch today.”
“Lunch?” I ask. I don’t remember making plans.
“Yup. My treat. Come by my office at noon.”
“Okay,” I reply meekly. I really don’t want to go. Normally, I would jump at the chance, but this is going to be rough.
Kaitlyn leaves my cubicle and goes to speak to one of the other employees.
I try to focus on work again, but my computer chimes with an interoffice message. It’s Mason. I smile.
‘You look very pretty today.’
I turn around expecting him to be behind me but no one is there.
‘Thanks? How do you know?’
‘It’s my job to know everything. Besides, why wouldn’t you?’
I blush. He’s good.
‘Thanks for the flowers.’
‘No problem. I can’t stop thinking about you.’
‘Don’t you have a billion dollar company to run?’
‘I’m multitasking. So what’s your answer?’
‘Huh?’
‘I asked you to dinner tonight. Are you free?’
‘Yes. Where should I meet you?’
‘My office. We can go together.’
‘Okay.’
‘Good. Now get back to work.’
Oh my God. He wants me to go to his office. What are people going to say? If he doesn’t care, I guess I shouldn’t either, but I do. No one is going to say anything about him. It’s me who’s going to become the subject of water cooler gossip. Mr. Grant’s flavor of the week. Fuck.
I work until about one minute before noon, procrastinating as long as I possibly can before going to Kait’s office. I walk there slowly, giving myself a pep talk on the way. You can
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