front of me was overwhelmingly technical and I felt hives breaking out on my arms. Mr. I.T. was browsing through the technical aspects of each computer as he went down the line of laptops spread out like a buffet at Costco. I didn’t say anything, following behind him afraid to interrupt his concentration. I kept my hands clasped tightly in front of me, every so often glancing to the right or left looking for a way out of this situation.
The car ride here had been…wonderful? Relaxing? Comfortable? I was trying hard not to let myself use those words, but the truth was hard to ignore. He’s comfortable to be around, because he doesn’t put on airs. He doesn’t look down on me for not knowing the difference between processors and gigabytes anymore than I look down on him for not knowing the difference between short and long-term market forecasts.
“See anything you like?” he asked, tearing me from dissecting the car ride and back into reality. I reacted more than I should have at his voice, jumping as though someone had zapped me.
“Maybe I should ask you that question,” I answered, scolding myself for using a flirtatious voice instead of a professional one.
“Oh, trust me I see a lot of things I like, and I’m not just talking about computers, but that’s what we’re here for, so I’m going to stick to those. I don’t see anything that will fit your needs exactly, so we’ll have to run with option two and buy one tonight to hold you over until we can order one in.”
I frowned, clutching my purse to my side. “Now I feel bad. You had to come out tonight and still do more work to deal with it tomorrow, not to mention how much this is going to cost Gideon.”
He chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s my job, honey bunches. As for Gideon, he’s not going to care. Buying two laptops to replace one is a drop in the bucket to his operations, considering he depends on you and your department to bring the guests to the resorts. Now, turn that frown upside down little lady, we’re almost done here.”
Honey bunches and little lady. Great, so he clearly remembers the drunken woman he helped home a few months ago. He probably remembered the drunken woman who threw herself at him for no reason, too. Considering the woman was drunk, horny, and clingy, he probably remembers better than the woman does.
“Aloha, can I help you two find anything?” a Costco employee asked, stopping near the computer displays.
Mr. I.T. pointed at the computer he was interested in. “Aloha, from what I can see we’ll have to take this one. It’s not ideal, but the only thing you have that will fit her needs.”
I checked the employee’s nametag and it read, Aka. “I’m a marketing director and sadly, my old computer wasn’t able to keep up, Aka.”
“Especially after she dropped it,” Mr. I.T. added and I groaned.
“All that did was put it out of its agony considering how it locked up nonstop. The little hourglass would spin forever.”
Aka’s head was going back and forth between us and he chuckled, “You guys are too cute. Hang on, let me check on something.”
He grabbed a handheld scanner and started punching at something on the screen with his stylus. I glanced at Mr. I.T. and hated that I liked the smile he wore as he leaned nonchalantly on the computer display shelf. I wanted Aka to make like a tree and leave, but he was staring intently at the screen.
“I have a Lenovo Ideapad in the back. It’s got the latest processor and sixteen gigabytes. It was a special order, but the customer never picked it up.”
I saw Mr. I.T.’s eyes light up like a kid who found a piece of candy in the couch cushions.
“Can I take a look at it?” he asked, his fingers wiggling at his sides.
“Sure,” Aka agreed. “I’ll grab it from the back. Hang loose.”
He left and I leaned against a display of keyboards. “You look like you just won a million dollars.”
He rubbed his hands together. “We may
The car ride here had been…wonderful? Relaxing? Comfortable? I was trying hard not to let myself use those words, but the truth was hard to ignore. He’s comfortable to be around, because he doesn’t put on airs. He doesn’t look down on me for not knowing the difference between processors and gigabytes anymore than I look down on him for not knowing the difference between short and long-term market forecasts.
“See anything you like?” he asked, tearing me from dissecting the car ride and back into reality. I reacted more than I should have at his voice, jumping as though someone had zapped me.
“Maybe I should ask you that question,” I answered, scolding myself for using a flirtatious voice instead of a professional one.
“Oh, trust me I see a lot of things I like, and I’m not just talking about computers, but that’s what we’re here for, so I’m going to stick to those. I don’t see anything that will fit your needs exactly, so we’ll have to run with option two and buy one tonight to hold you over until we can order one in.”
I frowned, clutching my purse to my side. “Now I feel bad. You had to come out tonight and still do more work to deal with it tomorrow, not to mention how much this is going to cost Gideon.”
He chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s my job, honey bunches. As for Gideon, he’s not going to care. Buying two laptops to replace one is a drop in the bucket to his operations, considering he depends on you and your department to bring the guests to the resorts. Now, turn that frown upside down little lady, we’re almost done here.”
Honey bunches and little lady. Great, so he clearly remembers the drunken woman he helped home a few months ago. He probably remembered the drunken woman who threw herself at him for no reason, too. Considering the woman was drunk, horny, and clingy, he probably remembers better than the woman does.
“Aloha, can I help you two find anything?” a Costco employee asked, stopping near the computer displays.
Mr. I.T. pointed at the computer he was interested in. “Aloha, from what I can see we’ll have to take this one. It’s not ideal, but the only thing you have that will fit her needs.”
I checked the employee’s nametag and it read, Aka. “I’m a marketing director and sadly, my old computer wasn’t able to keep up, Aka.”
“Especially after she dropped it,” Mr. I.T. added and I groaned.
“All that did was put it out of its agony considering how it locked up nonstop. The little hourglass would spin forever.”
Aka’s head was going back and forth between us and he chuckled, “You guys are too cute. Hang on, let me check on something.”
He grabbed a handheld scanner and started punching at something on the screen with his stylus. I glanced at Mr. I.T. and hated that I liked the smile he wore as he leaned nonchalantly on the computer display shelf. I wanted Aka to make like a tree and leave, but he was staring intently at the screen.
“I have a Lenovo Ideapad in the back. It’s got the latest processor and sixteen gigabytes. It was a special order, but the customer never picked it up.”
I saw Mr. I.T.’s eyes light up like a kid who found a piece of candy in the couch cushions.
“Can I take a look at it?” he asked, his fingers wiggling at his sides.
“Sure,” Aka agreed. “I’ll grab it from the back. Hang loose.”
He left and I leaned against a display of keyboards. “You look like you just won a million dollars.”
He rubbed his hands together. “We may
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