and on it was a picture of her angel. She didn’t know if she would ever see him again, and that was okay. She didn’t feel worthy of him. She paid for one night, and it was more than she could have asked for. It was time for her to get back to work. If her mom could see her day-dreaming, she would never hear the end of it. But, Jenna would never forget. The feeling of his lips on hers would be burned into her memory forever.
Miranda slumped across the office and down into her desk. She plopped her head onto her arms across the desk and moaned.
“Too much champagne, Miranda?”
“Nope,” she said, never lifting her head, “it wasn’t last night. But today I want to die.”
Jenna giggled. “Did you get your prize? Did you get Blaine last night?”
“Oh, god. Don’t remind me. I can barely remember what happened. I was having a great time on the dance floor, I think. And then, after a few drinks and dances, he was gone. It’s like he just vanished. But the good news is: that blonde hussy didn’t vanish with him. She was still there when I left. It’s not really a defeat if my enemy didn’t win. I have time.”
“That’s good for you. Best of luck.”
“I’m too hung-over to notice undertone. Are you being sarcastic? Just tell me so I can slap you when I feel better.”
“Good luck with that.” Jenna flipped her hair back and dove into her work.
“You sound happy. How did things go with your wonder boy after the dance?”
“It went fine.” Jenna smiled in remembrance.
“You’ll have to tell me more than that. Under the influence, remember?”
“It was good. Dinner was lovely, we chatted and then he took me home.”
“That’s it? You paid fifteen thousand dollars for an evening with him and didn’t jump his bones after dinner?”
“Sssshhh!!! He’s not a prostitute. He is an angel. It was perfect, but now it’s over. I should look forward and think about other things.”
“Oh Jesus, Girl. I can’t believe you. You’re not even going to see him again?”
Jenna’s spirit fell. “Probably not. A man like that wouldn’t want a girl like me. We’d better get to work before the boss walks by and sees me chatting and you loitering.”
“Geez.” Miranda forced herself up on one elbow and turned her computer on. Jenna focused her mind on the task at hand only to have her concentration broken shortly after.
“Miss Johnson. You have a delivery.” Mr. Cartwright, her new boss, strode up quickly and stopped at her desk to inform her.
“Yes, Sir. Will it be brought up to my desk?”
He leaned down to her on her desk. “We usually wouldn’t have a problem with bringing you your packages, but this one, you might want to go downstairs and get yourself.” He caught her eye and smiled a little. He was a gentle man, not like the snake back in Dallas. He leaned up and left her.
“I wonder what it could be. I didn’t order anything.” She looked over at Miranda whose curiosity had given her another great reason not to work. Miranda shrugged and popped some gum in her mouth.
“Go find it, and if it’s food, PLEASE share.”
Jenna stood and walked toward the elevator. She pressed the button and waited. When the doors slid open, a few of her coworkers stepped out and smiled. “Jenna, right? I think you’re going to like what’s waiting for you in the lobby.”
“What is it?” Why was everyone so wrapped up in her delivery? Do they not have lives?
“I don’t think I should ruin the surprise. I’ll just have you know that it’s a little too big to keep on your desk.” Her coworkers laughed and slipped off into the office.
Jenna took the elevator down to the lobby floor. When she stepped out, her eyes grew wider than dinner plates. There stood her angel, crisp in a blue dress shirt, holding a bouquet of red roses.
“Hey Jenna.” David smiled, still finding it hard to believe that he had made himself come to her place of business to do this.
“Oh my god, David. What
Miranda slumped across the office and down into her desk. She plopped her head onto her arms across the desk and moaned.
“Too much champagne, Miranda?”
“Nope,” she said, never lifting her head, “it wasn’t last night. But today I want to die.”
Jenna giggled. “Did you get your prize? Did you get Blaine last night?”
“Oh, god. Don’t remind me. I can barely remember what happened. I was having a great time on the dance floor, I think. And then, after a few drinks and dances, he was gone. It’s like he just vanished. But the good news is: that blonde hussy didn’t vanish with him. She was still there when I left. It’s not really a defeat if my enemy didn’t win. I have time.”
“That’s good for you. Best of luck.”
“I’m too hung-over to notice undertone. Are you being sarcastic? Just tell me so I can slap you when I feel better.”
“Good luck with that.” Jenna flipped her hair back and dove into her work.
“You sound happy. How did things go with your wonder boy after the dance?”
“It went fine.” Jenna smiled in remembrance.
“You’ll have to tell me more than that. Under the influence, remember?”
“It was good. Dinner was lovely, we chatted and then he took me home.”
“That’s it? You paid fifteen thousand dollars for an evening with him and didn’t jump his bones after dinner?”
“Sssshhh!!! He’s not a prostitute. He is an angel. It was perfect, but now it’s over. I should look forward and think about other things.”
“Oh Jesus, Girl. I can’t believe you. You’re not even going to see him again?”
Jenna’s spirit fell. “Probably not. A man like that wouldn’t want a girl like me. We’d better get to work before the boss walks by and sees me chatting and you loitering.”
“Geez.” Miranda forced herself up on one elbow and turned her computer on. Jenna focused her mind on the task at hand only to have her concentration broken shortly after.
“Miss Johnson. You have a delivery.” Mr. Cartwright, her new boss, strode up quickly and stopped at her desk to inform her.
“Yes, Sir. Will it be brought up to my desk?”
He leaned down to her on her desk. “We usually wouldn’t have a problem with bringing you your packages, but this one, you might want to go downstairs and get yourself.” He caught her eye and smiled a little. He was a gentle man, not like the snake back in Dallas. He leaned up and left her.
“I wonder what it could be. I didn’t order anything.” She looked over at Miranda whose curiosity had given her another great reason not to work. Miranda shrugged and popped some gum in her mouth.
“Go find it, and if it’s food, PLEASE share.”
Jenna stood and walked toward the elevator. She pressed the button and waited. When the doors slid open, a few of her coworkers stepped out and smiled. “Jenna, right? I think you’re going to like what’s waiting for you in the lobby.”
“What is it?” Why was everyone so wrapped up in her delivery? Do they not have lives?
“I don’t think I should ruin the surprise. I’ll just have you know that it’s a little too big to keep on your desk.” Her coworkers laughed and slipped off into the office.
Jenna took the elevator down to the lobby floor. When she stepped out, her eyes grew wider than dinner plates. There stood her angel, crisp in a blue dress shirt, holding a bouquet of red roses.
“Hey Jenna.” David smiled, still finding it hard to believe that he had made himself come to her place of business to do this.
“Oh my god, David. What
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