Shane’s been calling and texting since then. Donovan’s advice was to disengage and that eventually Shane would grow tired of the pursuit.
And I tried my very best to follow my boss’s advice but when I got home from Fantasy late Thursday night there was a cute pair of slippers and a little basket of different creams and gels sitting on my doorstep.
That was a long, hard day for you, babe, at the job you won’t tell me about. I can think of better things that are long and hard for you to focus your attention on. Try the blue cream first - I use it all the time to get relief from my cleats. Miss you. -Shane
Despite the crude note the gesture was so sweet and thoughtful that I couldn’t let it go unnoticed so after I took the slippers and basket inside and lathered up my tired feet I called him and we talked until four in the morning.
Today is Friday and I’m a little on edge because I don’t know what’s coming next and I’m operating on only a few hours of sleep. In fact, I’m so tired that I don’t notice Leigh until her butt lands on top of my desk and forces me to look up from what I’m doing.
“Where have you been hiding?” she says, popping her gum. “And why won’t you pick up when I call?”
“I’ve been busy. I was going to come up to see you but it’s been crazy,” I say in a clipped voice, not meeting her eyes. Leigh works on the floor above me so we don’t often see each other during the week unless we make an effort to.
“Excuses, excuses.” She sighs.
“You gave Shane Mitchell my phone number,” I say quietly and I can’t keep the accusation from my tone.
“Maybe.”
“Leigh,” I groan. “Now he won’t leave me alone.”
“That was the whole point. You need to get laid.”
“Leigh! Seriously.”
“You’ll thank me later.”
“Did you also tell him where I work out at?”
“Yep, that was me too.”
“You are evil,” I exhale a weary breath.
“An evil genius.”
“Just do me a favor and please stop feeding him insider information. I don’t like having this guy know so much about me when I know almost nothing about him. It’s creepy.”
“It’s romantic,” she argues.
“You watch too many movies, Leigh,” I say, shoving her off of the edge of my desk. “There’s no such thing as a real Prince Charming.”
“You are a cynic.”
“And if I recall correctly I believe last week’s Prince Charming made off with your wallet. Did you ever get it back?” I ask about Seven and she covers her face with her hands.
“No, I didn’t. And thank you guys for calling to cancel my credit cards by the way.”
“Not a problem. When Matty took you upstairs he found the statements beside your laptop. You were pretty loaded and we were worried you’d forget in the morning.”
“He won’t return my calls. Can you believe that?” Leigh rolls her eyes skyward.
“Believe what? That he won’t return your calls or that he stole from you?” I ask, trying to understand what she’s really saying.
“Both!”
“You are hopeless,” I say, getting up and walking past her to the filing cabinet but she only follows.
“It’s all these sexy little accents around me with your ‘y’alls’ and ‘ma’ams’ and ‘howdy’s’. How is a girl from the West Coast supposed to resist? Take Shane for example. He’s like the sexiest mix of athlete-bad-boy-cowboy a girl only comes across once in a lifetime and he wants you. YOU!”
“I get it, keep your voice down.”
“Who wants what?” Donovan interjects having just come back from the copy machine.
“Shane Mitchell wants in Carmelina’s pants,” Leigh says crudely and Donovan frowns.
“Is that what all of this is about? The flowers and lunches and phone calls?” he asks and I instantly feel bad that he knows Shane’s been calling the office on work time. “From what she told me about it he’s been trying to ask her out to dinner.”
“He has been asking me out to dinner,” I protest and Leigh
And I tried my very best to follow my boss’s advice but when I got home from Fantasy late Thursday night there was a cute pair of slippers and a little basket of different creams and gels sitting on my doorstep.
That was a long, hard day for you, babe, at the job you won’t tell me about. I can think of better things that are long and hard for you to focus your attention on. Try the blue cream first - I use it all the time to get relief from my cleats. Miss you. -Shane
Despite the crude note the gesture was so sweet and thoughtful that I couldn’t let it go unnoticed so after I took the slippers and basket inside and lathered up my tired feet I called him and we talked until four in the morning.
Today is Friday and I’m a little on edge because I don’t know what’s coming next and I’m operating on only a few hours of sleep. In fact, I’m so tired that I don’t notice Leigh until her butt lands on top of my desk and forces me to look up from what I’m doing.
“Where have you been hiding?” she says, popping her gum. “And why won’t you pick up when I call?”
“I’ve been busy. I was going to come up to see you but it’s been crazy,” I say in a clipped voice, not meeting her eyes. Leigh works on the floor above me so we don’t often see each other during the week unless we make an effort to.
“Excuses, excuses.” She sighs.
“You gave Shane Mitchell my phone number,” I say quietly and I can’t keep the accusation from my tone.
“Maybe.”
“Leigh,” I groan. “Now he won’t leave me alone.”
“That was the whole point. You need to get laid.”
“Leigh! Seriously.”
“You’ll thank me later.”
“Did you also tell him where I work out at?”
“Yep, that was me too.”
“You are evil,” I exhale a weary breath.
“An evil genius.”
“Just do me a favor and please stop feeding him insider information. I don’t like having this guy know so much about me when I know almost nothing about him. It’s creepy.”
“It’s romantic,” she argues.
“You watch too many movies, Leigh,” I say, shoving her off of the edge of my desk. “There’s no such thing as a real Prince Charming.”
“You are a cynic.”
“And if I recall correctly I believe last week’s Prince Charming made off with your wallet. Did you ever get it back?” I ask about Seven and she covers her face with her hands.
“No, I didn’t. And thank you guys for calling to cancel my credit cards by the way.”
“Not a problem. When Matty took you upstairs he found the statements beside your laptop. You were pretty loaded and we were worried you’d forget in the morning.”
“He won’t return my calls. Can you believe that?” Leigh rolls her eyes skyward.
“Believe what? That he won’t return your calls or that he stole from you?” I ask, trying to understand what she’s really saying.
“Both!”
“You are hopeless,” I say, getting up and walking past her to the filing cabinet but she only follows.
“It’s all these sexy little accents around me with your ‘y’alls’ and ‘ma’ams’ and ‘howdy’s’. How is a girl from the West Coast supposed to resist? Take Shane for example. He’s like the sexiest mix of athlete-bad-boy-cowboy a girl only comes across once in a lifetime and he wants you. YOU!”
“I get it, keep your voice down.”
“Who wants what?” Donovan interjects having just come back from the copy machine.
“Shane Mitchell wants in Carmelina’s pants,” Leigh says crudely and Donovan frowns.
“Is that what all of this is about? The flowers and lunches and phone calls?” he asks and I instantly feel bad that he knows Shane’s been calling the office on work time. “From what she told me about it he’s been trying to ask her out to dinner.”
“He has been asking me out to dinner,” I protest and Leigh
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