dear, are nothing special.
“Dana, I just want to go over some paperwork with Deacon. Could you collect him from my office in about an hour and take today to show him around the university before you begin your work? As you’ve got one of our larger offices I thought the two of you could share while Deacon is here. I’ll have a desk brought down.”
Colin the little git practically ran out my office before I could shoot him daggers that might actually kill him. He knew I hated people in my space, so he knew he was dicing with his life with the stunt he’d just pulled.
“See you later, Miss. Daniels.” Came a voice that purred past my ear. I wanted to find Greenwood’s accent annoying but I couldn’t. DAMMIT!!!
Once the dickhead duo had left. I locked my office and stormed out to go find myself a well-deserved cappuccino. I found two of my colleagues, Wendy and Samantha, who had become my friends over the years I had been at the university, already there. Wendy worked on reception and Samantha was one of the law tutors.
“Please tell me you saw that too-hot-to-fuck research partner of yours in your office just now?”
“Wendy, has anyone told you that your mouth is just a little on the wrong side of vulgar?” Samantha looked at Wendy like she had food on the side of her face. A picture of disgust until you saw the corners of her mouth twitch because well, Wendy was funny a hell.
“He is not my ‘partner’ he is someone who is assisting the university with our research project. The project that I am heading. Not him. Not co-with him. And just to get things clear from the get go. He. Is. A. Knob Jockey!!!”
“Damn. The pretty ones are always batting for the wrong team. Maybe I can convert him back to the land of pussy.” This time Samantha choked on her coffee at Wendy’s outlandish statement. God, the two of them reminded me of Saz and Mills so much. Saz had become a writer and was currently throwing herself into her new book. She said it was akin to method acting. She was writing some romance novel about a farmer and his milk maid or some shit like that and had therefore convinced some poor farmer up north to give her a job for a few months while she “studied the way of the land” her words not mine. I had an inkling that things were not going the way she’d planned because every time I spoke to her she sounded tense. Saz did not do tense. There were several references to shagging sheep and something about if her hand goes up another cows ass she’s going to kill someone. Most of the time the calls cut out as she had poor signal and I felt sorry for whoever was going to get the brunt of her anger. Mills in my opinion had wasted her super model good looks and become a day nursery manager. She had made sure it was in an exclusive private day nursery so she was earning top dollar though. I loved Jacob with all my heart I really did but it wasn’t long after having him that I was dying to escape for a few hours. There’s only so much cooing and baby talk I can take. Mills seemed to thrive in it though. I saw her mainly on weekends as by the time she got home from work she was no good to talk to anyone. Poor cow. It’s self-inflicted so I only feel partially sorry for her.
“He’s not gay. He’s just an ass. You know that over-confident I-know-I’m-sexy and I-know-you-think-I’m-sexy kind of douchebag that just pisses me the hell off. I’m going to kill him before the week is done I promise you.”
“Well you better make nice until the research project is finished because at the very least Colin is going to want that piece of work finished and word in the corridors is that he’s hoping to convince Deacon to do some more research work and possibly do some guest lectures. He’s got big plans for that guy and he won’t take kindly to anyone messing it up.” Samantha sat back with a
“Dana, I just want to go over some paperwork with Deacon. Could you collect him from my office in about an hour and take today to show him around the university before you begin your work? As you’ve got one of our larger offices I thought the two of you could share while Deacon is here. I’ll have a desk brought down.”
Colin the little git practically ran out my office before I could shoot him daggers that might actually kill him. He knew I hated people in my space, so he knew he was dicing with his life with the stunt he’d just pulled.
“See you later, Miss. Daniels.” Came a voice that purred past my ear. I wanted to find Greenwood’s accent annoying but I couldn’t. DAMMIT!!!
Once the dickhead duo had left. I locked my office and stormed out to go find myself a well-deserved cappuccino. I found two of my colleagues, Wendy and Samantha, who had become my friends over the years I had been at the university, already there. Wendy worked on reception and Samantha was one of the law tutors.
“Please tell me you saw that too-hot-to-fuck research partner of yours in your office just now?”
“Wendy, has anyone told you that your mouth is just a little on the wrong side of vulgar?” Samantha looked at Wendy like she had food on the side of her face. A picture of disgust until you saw the corners of her mouth twitch because well, Wendy was funny a hell.
“He is not my ‘partner’ he is someone who is assisting the university with our research project. The project that I am heading. Not him. Not co-with him. And just to get things clear from the get go. He. Is. A. Knob Jockey!!!”
“Damn. The pretty ones are always batting for the wrong team. Maybe I can convert him back to the land of pussy.” This time Samantha choked on her coffee at Wendy’s outlandish statement. God, the two of them reminded me of Saz and Mills so much. Saz had become a writer and was currently throwing herself into her new book. She said it was akin to method acting. She was writing some romance novel about a farmer and his milk maid or some shit like that and had therefore convinced some poor farmer up north to give her a job for a few months while she “studied the way of the land” her words not mine. I had an inkling that things were not going the way she’d planned because every time I spoke to her she sounded tense. Saz did not do tense. There were several references to shagging sheep and something about if her hand goes up another cows ass she’s going to kill someone. Most of the time the calls cut out as she had poor signal and I felt sorry for whoever was going to get the brunt of her anger. Mills in my opinion had wasted her super model good looks and become a day nursery manager. She had made sure it was in an exclusive private day nursery so she was earning top dollar though. I loved Jacob with all my heart I really did but it wasn’t long after having him that I was dying to escape for a few hours. There’s only so much cooing and baby talk I can take. Mills seemed to thrive in it though. I saw her mainly on weekends as by the time she got home from work she was no good to talk to anyone. Poor cow. It’s self-inflicted so I only feel partially sorry for her.
“He’s not gay. He’s just an ass. You know that over-confident I-know-I’m-sexy and I-know-you-think-I’m-sexy kind of douchebag that just pisses me the hell off. I’m going to kill him before the week is done I promise you.”
“Well you better make nice until the research project is finished because at the very least Colin is going to want that piece of work finished and word in the corridors is that he’s hoping to convince Deacon to do some more research work and possibly do some guest lectures. He’s got big plans for that guy and he won’t take kindly to anyone messing it up.” Samantha sat back with a
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