was standing in front of his desk talking to a woman. I narrowed my eyes, studying the back of her slender frame, which she’d stuffed into a barely-there bandage dress. She wasn’t someone I recognized from our tour through the office, but I couldn’t see her face so there was no way to be sure.
“Are you okay?” Peter asked from his desk, clearly confused about my snooping.
I shook my head clear of jealous thoughts and turned to my desk to eat.
“Oh, yeah, I’m fine, just finding my way around,” I said, dropping my vending machine snacks onto my desk. I wasn’t sure if Peter was the type to question my interest in Grayson, so I tried to seem uninterested in my new discovery as I tore through my Cheez-Its.
Who the hell is that woman?
I lasted all of two seconds eating at my desk before my curiosity won out. I had to know who the mystery woman was and I knew exactly how I could find out: Beatrice. She was flipping through a magazine at her desk, quietly taking bites of a salad. Beatrice was the answer . She’d know who the woman in his office was, and she’d know to keep quiet about my snooping. It was girl code 101 .
I dropped my snacks and stood so I could casually stroll over to her desk.
“Hi Beatrice, how’s your day going?” I asked with a wide smile.
She glanced up at me with a touch of curiosity.
“Pretty good. What about you?” she asked, flipping past another page of her magazine, this time landing on the “Look at celebrities… they’re just like us” section. I caught a glimpse of Brooklyn and Jason taking up nearly half of the page with a picture of them walking on a hike and bike trail. He was pulling a leaf out of her hair, which was apparently newsworthy.
Who was I kidding? I needed to cut to the chase .
“Is Grayson in a meeting right now? I was going to ask him something.”
“No, actually,” Beatrice replied. “He’s with a lunch date.”
My hand instinctively tightened on the edge of her desk. A date? During a workday? Who does that? As if on cue, I heard a giggle from the inside of Grayson’s office. I glanced over to see his shadow loom in the doorway and then his figure cut into view. His mouth tipped into a frown when he saw me standing there but he made no attempt to talk to me. Our eyes met as he reached for the door handle and it wasn’t until he slammed it in my face that I forced myself to look away.
“Does he do that often?” I asked, trying to get the image of how incredibly hot he’d just looked out of my head. Newsflash: he’s not looking hot for you. He’s on a DATE!
Beatrice tapped her finger on the magazine as she thought over my question. “Maybe once every few months. Not really that often. And to be honest, the girl he has in there now is a total bitch. Every time she calls to talk to him, she speaks to me like I’m the help until I connect her through.”
“Why doesn’t he just give her his direct line?” I asked.
Beatrice laughed. “He never gives anyone his direct line.”
I nodded. Good . Maybe my plan wasn’t completely spoiled after all. The girl couldn’t mean that much to him if he didn’t even give her his extension. I decided she was merely a distraction, but then I heard another one of her giggles and my thin layer of resolve began to crack.
Oh, gross. Who even giggles these days?
I whipped around, grabbed the processed snacks from my desk, and headed to the employee kitchen. There’s no way I’d be able to finish my lunch with the sound of their annoying lunch date.
I had two choices: I could give up my little crush on Grayson, just move on, and forget about the idea of being with him, OR I could make sure that I was dressed to kill during our dinner on Friday and put up a real fight.
I liked option two far more. After all, I wasn’t a quitter.
Still, I couldn’t get over what I’d just seen. It was so smug of him to rub his lunch date right in my face. I decided to give Brooklyn a call so I could vent, but
“Are you okay?” Peter asked from his desk, clearly confused about my snooping.
I shook my head clear of jealous thoughts and turned to my desk to eat.
“Oh, yeah, I’m fine, just finding my way around,” I said, dropping my vending machine snacks onto my desk. I wasn’t sure if Peter was the type to question my interest in Grayson, so I tried to seem uninterested in my new discovery as I tore through my Cheez-Its.
Who the hell is that woman?
I lasted all of two seconds eating at my desk before my curiosity won out. I had to know who the mystery woman was and I knew exactly how I could find out: Beatrice. She was flipping through a magazine at her desk, quietly taking bites of a salad. Beatrice was the answer . She’d know who the woman in his office was, and she’d know to keep quiet about my snooping. It was girl code 101 .
I dropped my snacks and stood so I could casually stroll over to her desk.
“Hi Beatrice, how’s your day going?” I asked with a wide smile.
She glanced up at me with a touch of curiosity.
“Pretty good. What about you?” she asked, flipping past another page of her magazine, this time landing on the “Look at celebrities… they’re just like us” section. I caught a glimpse of Brooklyn and Jason taking up nearly half of the page with a picture of them walking on a hike and bike trail. He was pulling a leaf out of her hair, which was apparently newsworthy.
Who was I kidding? I needed to cut to the chase .
“Is Grayson in a meeting right now? I was going to ask him something.”
“No, actually,” Beatrice replied. “He’s with a lunch date.”
My hand instinctively tightened on the edge of her desk. A date? During a workday? Who does that? As if on cue, I heard a giggle from the inside of Grayson’s office. I glanced over to see his shadow loom in the doorway and then his figure cut into view. His mouth tipped into a frown when he saw me standing there but he made no attempt to talk to me. Our eyes met as he reached for the door handle and it wasn’t until he slammed it in my face that I forced myself to look away.
“Does he do that often?” I asked, trying to get the image of how incredibly hot he’d just looked out of my head. Newsflash: he’s not looking hot for you. He’s on a DATE!
Beatrice tapped her finger on the magazine as she thought over my question. “Maybe once every few months. Not really that often. And to be honest, the girl he has in there now is a total bitch. Every time she calls to talk to him, she speaks to me like I’m the help until I connect her through.”
“Why doesn’t he just give her his direct line?” I asked.
Beatrice laughed. “He never gives anyone his direct line.”
I nodded. Good . Maybe my plan wasn’t completely spoiled after all. The girl couldn’t mean that much to him if he didn’t even give her his extension. I decided she was merely a distraction, but then I heard another one of her giggles and my thin layer of resolve began to crack.
Oh, gross. Who even giggles these days?
I whipped around, grabbed the processed snacks from my desk, and headed to the employee kitchen. There’s no way I’d be able to finish my lunch with the sound of their annoying lunch date.
I had two choices: I could give up my little crush on Grayson, just move on, and forget about the idea of being with him, OR I could make sure that I was dressed to kill during our dinner on Friday and put up a real fight.
I liked option two far more. After all, I wasn’t a quitter.
Still, I couldn’t get over what I’d just seen. It was so smug of him to rub his lunch date right in my face. I decided to give Brooklyn a call so I could vent, but
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