Jennifer and not stare at her beautiful breasts, not long to be nestled between her thighs, not re-play over and over the two best sexual events of my life?
Probably not.
The question is, would this be what she’d expect? Or would she be open to something more … interesting? There’s absolutely no way for me to know unless I ask her. My dratted blood pressure spikes up just considering the idea. Our meeting was only to be for a single night. I wrangled another from her by wile alone. I’m not sure I’m up to doing it again in such a suave manner. I’ll surely come off as a cad.
But she might say yes. She could say that she wants to see me again and it would be here in my office and we’d talk business, but then perhaps our conversation would take a turn for the past and we’d talk about how lovely it was to see one another again and then if I say everything right after that, she might take off her blouse.
“I’ll be right back.” I stand, only a shadow of pain left in my damaged foot. “I need to make a quick phone call.”
“I’m almost done.” Miss Meechum pauses in her typing to look at me.
“Won’t take but a moment.” Now that the idea has planted itself in my mind, it will not be denied. I retrieve the last incoming phone number off the screen of my telephone and use it to ring Jennifer back on my cell as I step out of my office and close the door. My palms become clammy with sweat as I stand out in the corridor. The employees working busily in their cubicles look up at me with curiosity, so I turn my back and face my closed door.
She isn’t answering. Bloody hell, that cannot be a good sign. But I shall carry on and leave a message because I cannot succeed without even giving it a go, now can I?
I end the call after speaking to her mailbox and step back into my office. Miss Meechum is grinning at me. It’s very disconcerting with all that hair involved.
“Come see what I did.”
I make my way around the desk and look at the monitor. There’s an email inbox showing, but it’s not mine.
“What is that?” I lean in closer. The name Ingrid leaps out at me like a neon banner, and my heart literally stops beating. I rub my chest as it kick-starts again and rushes to catch up to its normal rhythm.
“It’s that woman’s email.” She giggles. “She thinks she’s all that and a bag of doughnuts, but she’s not.”
I choke to get my heart going again. “Pardon me, but, uhh …” Words are failing me. I used to be so eloquent.
Miss Meechum looks up at me over her shoulder. “I don’t like her. She came in here this morning as I was unlocking the front door, demanding to see you. She has a lot of nerve.”
I’m taken aback. “She did?” And here I thought I was safe inside my office. I’ve underestimated my nemesis once again.
“Yes. But I told her in no uncertain terms that you do not see people without an appointment and that she could call later after I’ve had my coffee and I’d see what you have available.”
I’m filled with a sense of gratitude like I’ve never known before. “If I weren’t so afraid of your hair, Miss Meechum, I would embrace you right now.”
She frowns. “Why would you be afraid of my hair?”
I grin as best I can. Surely it’s more of a grimace, but hopefully she won’t notice. “Because it’s ever so lovely, of course. Wouldn’t want to cock it up.”
She bursts out laughing. “You have no idea what you just said.” Turning back to the computer monitor, she sighs happily. “You British … you’re so funny and you don’t even know it.”
I look back at the screen, happy to change the subject. “So, you chose this particular email inbox because …”
“I told you. Because she’s a big jerk and she deserves to be hacked.”
The room goes silent. I fancy I can hear her rapid heartbeat. Or perhaps it’s my own.
She looks up at me. “Is there any way you could forget I just said that?”
“Absolutely.” I sit down in
Probably not.
The question is, would this be what she’d expect? Or would she be open to something more … interesting? There’s absolutely no way for me to know unless I ask her. My dratted blood pressure spikes up just considering the idea. Our meeting was only to be for a single night. I wrangled another from her by wile alone. I’m not sure I’m up to doing it again in such a suave manner. I’ll surely come off as a cad.
But she might say yes. She could say that she wants to see me again and it would be here in my office and we’d talk business, but then perhaps our conversation would take a turn for the past and we’d talk about how lovely it was to see one another again and then if I say everything right after that, she might take off her blouse.
“I’ll be right back.” I stand, only a shadow of pain left in my damaged foot. “I need to make a quick phone call.”
“I’m almost done.” Miss Meechum pauses in her typing to look at me.
“Won’t take but a moment.” Now that the idea has planted itself in my mind, it will not be denied. I retrieve the last incoming phone number off the screen of my telephone and use it to ring Jennifer back on my cell as I step out of my office and close the door. My palms become clammy with sweat as I stand out in the corridor. The employees working busily in their cubicles look up at me with curiosity, so I turn my back and face my closed door.
She isn’t answering. Bloody hell, that cannot be a good sign. But I shall carry on and leave a message because I cannot succeed without even giving it a go, now can I?
I end the call after speaking to her mailbox and step back into my office. Miss Meechum is grinning at me. It’s very disconcerting with all that hair involved.
“Come see what I did.”
I make my way around the desk and look at the monitor. There’s an email inbox showing, but it’s not mine.
“What is that?” I lean in closer. The name Ingrid leaps out at me like a neon banner, and my heart literally stops beating. I rub my chest as it kick-starts again and rushes to catch up to its normal rhythm.
“It’s that woman’s email.” She giggles. “She thinks she’s all that and a bag of doughnuts, but she’s not.”
I choke to get my heart going again. “Pardon me, but, uhh …” Words are failing me. I used to be so eloquent.
Miss Meechum looks up at me over her shoulder. “I don’t like her. She came in here this morning as I was unlocking the front door, demanding to see you. She has a lot of nerve.”
I’m taken aback. “She did?” And here I thought I was safe inside my office. I’ve underestimated my nemesis once again.
“Yes. But I told her in no uncertain terms that you do not see people without an appointment and that she could call later after I’ve had my coffee and I’d see what you have available.”
I’m filled with a sense of gratitude like I’ve never known before. “If I weren’t so afraid of your hair, Miss Meechum, I would embrace you right now.”
She frowns. “Why would you be afraid of my hair?”
I grin as best I can. Surely it’s more of a grimace, but hopefully she won’t notice. “Because it’s ever so lovely, of course. Wouldn’t want to cock it up.”
She bursts out laughing. “You have no idea what you just said.” Turning back to the computer monitor, she sighs happily. “You British … you’re so funny and you don’t even know it.”
I look back at the screen, happy to change the subject. “So, you chose this particular email inbox because …”
“I told you. Because she’s a big jerk and she deserves to be hacked.”
The room goes silent. I fancy I can hear her rapid heartbeat. Or perhaps it’s my own.
She looks up at me. “Is there any way you could forget I just said that?”
“Absolutely.” I sit down in
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