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Authors: Marley Gibson
Tags: Sex, sexy, Travel, Computers, San Francisco, hot, Miami, Cambridge, working, office, computer software, airplane, hunk, secret love, affair, Forbidden Love, work, Denver, betrayed, office romance, flying, mile high, Las Vegas, South Beach, casino, Boston
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being here. Besides, since he’s sharing with Gene, I’m sure he wanted to get back before too many questions got asked.
I sit up and run my fingers through my messy hair, massaging the dull wine and Kamikaze ache. I rub my eyes hard and look over at the other bed where my briefcase and laptop sit. The blue glow from the monitors reflects on the shiny purple bedspread. I don’t remember leaving my computer on, but then again, a lot of last night is a virtual blur.
However, as I power the machine down and snap the cover closed, I can’t help but recognize the niggling sensation in the back of my head that wonders if Rory messed with it. No. He wouldn’t. But then again, if he had, I would have heard him and awakened.
I rub my head again and laugh in spite of myself and my overactive imagination. I’ve obviously watched one too many TV crime shows. The shower’s calling, and I’ve got work to do.
*****
O ur booth is overrun with people lining up for demos of The Director software. We’re almost out of brochures and I’ve gathered tons of business cards. People love the free Slinkies and stress balls I brought as giveaways.
Kyle is the perfect picture of professionalism. He showed up five minutes early, freshly showered, wearing a suit and tie. I know he had a lot to drink last night, but he doesn’t seem bothered at all. Ted, on the other hand, is the worse for wear. His eyes are bloodshot and he has a clear case of the shakes.
I could use about eight more Tylenols and another twelve hours of sleep, but it’s show time. I only have myself to blame for the circles under my eyes that my concealer doesn’t cover.
“You look great, Vanessa. What’s with the glow?” Kyle compliments. His words set my heart racing like some foolish schoolgirl and I smooth my hands over my white blouse and black mini skirt that has always flattered my rather ordinary figure.
“Glow? I’m not glowing.”
He tilts his head and smiles. “You look different today, that’s all. Must be the light in here.”
Maybe Kyle senses my early morning activities with the competition. I bite my lip and hope he doesn’t know anything about my romping around the hotel room with Rory.
I change the subject. “Your meeting go well last night?”
“Couldn’t have done it without you.” Kyle flashes a bright smile and goes back to work as soon as more attendees filter into the booth. Okay, so now I really am glowing. It’s because I’m appreciated.
Around noon, Ted and I leave Kyle to slip out for lunch at the California Pizza Kitchen. We order one with roasted chicken and extra cheese to split. I wash it down with a large Dr. Pepper—my college hangover cure-all. I almost puke when I see Ted’s remedy: chocolate milk and root beer together.
Our table by the window overlooks the Boardwalk. As I struggle with a long string of dangling cheese, I hear a tap on the glass and look up to see Rory’s smiling face. My heart skips a beat finally seeing him after what happened. What should I say? How should I act? How will he behave? I know Ted doesn’t like—or trust—Rory because he’s our competition, so I don’t say anything about my brief tryst last night.
Rory stops by our table. He has two men with him who are engrossed in their cell phones.
“Slow going in your booth, huh, Spencer?”
“No, Ellery,” Ted says with a slight chocolate milk mustache on his upper lip. “I’ve got an excellent colleague who’s taking care of things. Enough time for me to grab a meal.”
“Yeah, but I’ve got prospects with me and all you’ve got is your marketing girl,” he says with a teasing wink.
“Who are you calling a girl?” I speak up.
“I’m just messin’ with you,” Rory laughs. “Enjoy your lunch, you two.”
Ted misses the affectionate pinch Rory gives my arm before walking off. I don’t know how to handle this. I mean, I like
I sit up and run my fingers through my messy hair, massaging the dull wine and Kamikaze ache. I rub my eyes hard and look over at the other bed where my briefcase and laptop sit. The blue glow from the monitors reflects on the shiny purple bedspread. I don’t remember leaving my computer on, but then again, a lot of last night is a virtual blur.
However, as I power the machine down and snap the cover closed, I can’t help but recognize the niggling sensation in the back of my head that wonders if Rory messed with it. No. He wouldn’t. But then again, if he had, I would have heard him and awakened.
I rub my head again and laugh in spite of myself and my overactive imagination. I’ve obviously watched one too many TV crime shows. The shower’s calling, and I’ve got work to do.
*****
O ur booth is overrun with people lining up for demos of The Director software. We’re almost out of brochures and I’ve gathered tons of business cards. People love the free Slinkies and stress balls I brought as giveaways.
Kyle is the perfect picture of professionalism. He showed up five minutes early, freshly showered, wearing a suit and tie. I know he had a lot to drink last night, but he doesn’t seem bothered at all. Ted, on the other hand, is the worse for wear. His eyes are bloodshot and he has a clear case of the shakes.
I could use about eight more Tylenols and another twelve hours of sleep, but it’s show time. I only have myself to blame for the circles under my eyes that my concealer doesn’t cover.
“You look great, Vanessa. What’s with the glow?” Kyle compliments. His words set my heart racing like some foolish schoolgirl and I smooth my hands over my white blouse and black mini skirt that has always flattered my rather ordinary figure.
“Glow? I’m not glowing.”
He tilts his head and smiles. “You look different today, that’s all. Must be the light in here.”
Maybe Kyle senses my early morning activities with the competition. I bite my lip and hope he doesn’t know anything about my romping around the hotel room with Rory.
I change the subject. “Your meeting go well last night?”
“Couldn’t have done it without you.” Kyle flashes a bright smile and goes back to work as soon as more attendees filter into the booth. Okay, so now I really am glowing. It’s because I’m appreciated.
Around noon, Ted and I leave Kyle to slip out for lunch at the California Pizza Kitchen. We order one with roasted chicken and extra cheese to split. I wash it down with a large Dr. Pepper—my college hangover cure-all. I almost puke when I see Ted’s remedy: chocolate milk and root beer together.
Our table by the window overlooks the Boardwalk. As I struggle with a long string of dangling cheese, I hear a tap on the glass and look up to see Rory’s smiling face. My heart skips a beat finally seeing him after what happened. What should I say? How should I act? How will he behave? I know Ted doesn’t like—or trust—Rory because he’s our competition, so I don’t say anything about my brief tryst last night.
Rory stops by our table. He has two men with him who are engrossed in their cell phones.
“Slow going in your booth, huh, Spencer?”
“No, Ellery,” Ted says with a slight chocolate milk mustache on his upper lip. “I’ve got an excellent colleague who’s taking care of things. Enough time for me to grab a meal.”
“Yeah, but I’ve got prospects with me and all you’ve got is your marketing girl,” he says with a teasing wink.
“Who are you calling a girl?” I speak up.
“I’m just messin’ with you,” Rory laughs. “Enjoy your lunch, you two.”
Ted misses the affectionate pinch Rory gives my arm before walking off. I don’t know how to handle this. I mean, I like
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