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and shook it within an inch of its life. “Like I was saying, I liked one of the
five, right? And guess which one of the five didn’t call?”
Sean raised his eyebrows.
“Exactly. The one I liked. He was
hot and laid back and cool. He didn’t call. Of course he didn’t. But the
others—oh they called lots. I had to return a call on each one to get them to
stop freaking calling me! So then I tried to say I didn’t want to go out with
them, right? And they asked why I gave them the envelope. It was a good point,
so now I have freaking four dates in the next two weeks with guys I don’t want
to talk to. Did I mention I hate first dates?”
Krista stared accusingly at Sean.
“Well, dear, how will you ever meet
someone? You’re single, I take it?”
Krista looked at Cindy with that
flat stare again, daring her to interrupt their conversation one more time.
After Cindy was fidgeting nervously, Krista turned back to Sean.
“So now I have to go on these
dates, sit at some restaurant awkwardly, listen to them as they nonstop talk
about their lives, and pretend to be having a good time because I’m too nice to
say how uncomfortable I am! Urg!”
“Then why did you go in the first
place?” Sean asked, inwardly smiling at Cindy’s discomfort.
“You try saying no to Kate! But I
did meet Paul. He was at the bar directly after to shoot the shi—ah, to chat.
He didn’t do the speed dating thing, but his friends did, so that’s how we all
kinda met. Kate and Jasmine wanted to hook up with the friends…“
“Together?” Cindy exclaimed.
“Cindy, my dear, you watch too
much p**n ,” Krista said as she stirred her coffee. “Anyway, he’s okay.
Paul, I mean. Really sweet. I should’ve just hung out with him that evening,
but we had to rush off to meet Jasmine’s friends—” She grimaced, sighed and
shook her head all at the same time. “Ah life, it sucks, yes? Well, anyway,
I’ll catch you all later.”
Without further ado, Krista trudged
out with her coffee in hand and her cheek bright red.
“What’s got into her?” Cindy asked
indignantly.
“She had a bad weekend,” Sean
explained, still feeling as light as a balloon. If he didn’t already want her,
he would now. He loved sassy women.
When Sean got back to his desk, he
had an email from Krista.
Hi Sean,
What can I say, I’m an a-hole.
Sorry about the tirade. Always be wary when I’ve had a bad weekend full of
tequila and bad lays. I can be a cranky S.O.B.
J P.S. I don’t plan to
apologize to Cindy. I hope you did damage control. You’re good at that sort of
thing.
Bad lays? So she wasn’t so saintly
after all.
The next email was from John.
Reading it with a hard-on just felt wrong.
~*~*~*~
Krista was working on her first
real project, which would turn into her first real, honest-to-God presentation.
She’d been at it for a half hour and already come up against a brick wall.
Her boss had emailed her the
subject, which was a type of sports drink, and noted that if she had any
questions, she should “go ahead and ask sales directly.” In other words, don’t
bother him; it’s none of his business.
Not afraid of forging ahead without
a support system, or dead weight, depending on how one looked at it, the first
thing she’d done was research sports drinks in the company’s giant database.
That yielded a ton of information, way too much for any one presentation. The
topic had to be narrowed down somewhat. And while she had read the email 800
times, there was nothing in it to help.
So here she was, halfway into a bad
day, also halfway into her first real assignment, and already with questions.
It was probably a departmental record.
She sent an email to the general
Sales account, having no one specific listed in her email, asking for some
specific information. It would take a second for the email to be routed, so she
headed to the other side of the floor to get a soda. By the time she got back,
she had a message in her
and shook it within an inch of its life. “Like I was saying, I liked one of the
five, right? And guess which one of the five didn’t call?”
Sean raised his eyebrows.
“Exactly. The one I liked. He was
hot and laid back and cool. He didn’t call. Of course he didn’t. But the
others—oh they called lots. I had to return a call on each one to get them to
stop freaking calling me! So then I tried to say I didn’t want to go out with
them, right? And they asked why I gave them the envelope. It was a good point,
so now I have freaking four dates in the next two weeks with guys I don’t want
to talk to. Did I mention I hate first dates?”
Krista stared accusingly at Sean.
“Well, dear, how will you ever meet
someone? You’re single, I take it?”
Krista looked at Cindy with that
flat stare again, daring her to interrupt their conversation one more time.
After Cindy was fidgeting nervously, Krista turned back to Sean.
“So now I have to go on these
dates, sit at some restaurant awkwardly, listen to them as they nonstop talk
about their lives, and pretend to be having a good time because I’m too nice to
say how uncomfortable I am! Urg!”
“Then why did you go in the first
place?” Sean asked, inwardly smiling at Cindy’s discomfort.
“You try saying no to Kate! But I
did meet Paul. He was at the bar directly after to shoot the shi—ah, to chat.
He didn’t do the speed dating thing, but his friends did, so that’s how we all
kinda met. Kate and Jasmine wanted to hook up with the friends…“
“Together?” Cindy exclaimed.
“Cindy, my dear, you watch too
much p**n ,” Krista said as she stirred her coffee. “Anyway, he’s okay.
Paul, I mean. Really sweet. I should’ve just hung out with him that evening,
but we had to rush off to meet Jasmine’s friends—” She grimaced, sighed and
shook her head all at the same time. “Ah life, it sucks, yes? Well, anyway,
I’ll catch you all later.”
Without further ado, Krista trudged
out with her coffee in hand and her cheek bright red.
“What’s got into her?” Cindy asked
indignantly.
“She had a bad weekend,” Sean
explained, still feeling as light as a balloon. If he didn’t already want her,
he would now. He loved sassy women.
When Sean got back to his desk, he
had an email from Krista.
Hi Sean,
What can I say, I’m an a-hole.
Sorry about the tirade. Always be wary when I’ve had a bad weekend full of
tequila and bad lays. I can be a cranky S.O.B.
J P.S. I don’t plan to
apologize to Cindy. I hope you did damage control. You’re good at that sort of
thing.
Bad lays? So she wasn’t so saintly
after all.
The next email was from John.
Reading it with a hard-on just felt wrong.
~*~*~*~
Krista was working on her first
real project, which would turn into her first real, honest-to-God presentation.
She’d been at it for a half hour and already come up against a brick wall.
Her boss had emailed her the
subject, which was a type of sports drink, and noted that if she had any
questions, she should “go ahead and ask sales directly.” In other words, don’t
bother him; it’s none of his business.
Not afraid of forging ahead without
a support system, or dead weight, depending on how one looked at it, the first
thing she’d done was research sports drinks in the company’s giant database.
That yielded a ton of information, way too much for any one presentation. The
topic had to be narrowed down somewhat. And while she had read the email 800
times, there was nothing in it to help.
So here she was, halfway into a bad
day, also halfway into her first real assignment, and already with questions.
It was probably a departmental record.
She sent an email to the general
Sales account, having no one specific listed in her email, asking for some
specific information. It would take a second for the email to be routed, so she
headed to the other side of the floor to get a soda. By the time she got back,
she had a message in her
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