right into his neck and bask in his overwhelming nearness.
T win spots of color in her cheeks heightened under his casual regard. She decided lying was the only way out of admitting she hadn’t looked at the artwork at all. “Uh…yeah…I looked at the photos. I wanted to give them a fresh once-over again this morning. Something about them didn’t sit well with me.”
Ian frowned then. “What was it about them you didn’t like?”
“I don’t know,” Emily hedged, knowing such a vague reply wasn’t what he was looking for. “Can I give you a better assessment later this morning?”
Ian shrugged. “I don’t see why not.”
Emily could see he was disappointed with her answer. She wondered at it. He looked like she just kicked his puppy as he left her office and returned to his own. She questioned why the artwork for the new ad was so important to him, shaking her head as she turned on her computer.
She had thirty minutes to read her email before the meeting that morning. She was leafing through all the interoffice stuff when she came across the email from Ian. She opened it eagerly, seeing it had a photo attachment. She waited for whatever it was he uploaded to her. She saw he was sitting at his desk, looking slightly sad by the downward tilt of his mouth.
Emily stared at the pictures for some time, frowning. These weren’t part of the material she’d been sent initially by Stu. They were really quite good. She looked them over carefully.
They were taken in a public park; a local one she instantly recognized was near downtown Sacramento. One picture riveted her interest right off, making her question whether this wasn’t the look they were going for with the new client.
It was a bright and sunny day in the park. An old woman was pushing a redheaded little boy on the swings; the look of joy unmistakable upon her lined visage. The child was ecstatic, happiness etched in his young endearing face. The symbolism of the old pushing ahead the new wasn’t lost on her, or how the pair appeared so in sync with one another. She found it hard to believe they were staged actors in the print work. She looked over at Ian. He was nowhere to be found. She saved the photos to her desktop, wondering where he went.
The meeting was at eight-thirty . She rose to go to the conference room. She saw Tabitha slinking out of the copy room. The girl was looking around, smoothing her too-tight skirt which looked suspiciously rumpled. It was far too early for Tabitha to be doing any real work. She looked smug as she made her way to the conference room.
Emily was about to leave her office when she saw Ian leaving the copy room minutes later, looking decidedly less-smug than Tabitha. Her eyes filled with disbelief to see him readjust his zipper to his trousers, unnoticed by any but her.
Pain filled her to know what the pair had been doing in the copy room. Fierce waves of anger washed over her to know Ian the Unattainable could be had after all. His perfect image ran aground the moment she realized he’d obviously given in to Tabitha.
Emily fumed to know she was insanely jealous in those seconds that passed, wanting to tackle Tabitha and bitch slap her perfectly made-up face. The hurt she felt was acute and misplaced. Ian was a man, she reasoned, and fought the stabs of disappointment she felt.
Of course he was screwing Tabitha in the copy room. She could imagine him tossing the girl on the counter for a quickie before the office filled up, disgusted to imagine the pair being bold enough to do such a thing at work, and right under Evan’s nose.
Emily was distraught to feel hot tears burn at the back of her eyelids, knowing Ian wasn’t the man she made him into at all. She knew she was being an idiot. Ian didn’t know she was alive. He was entitled to have quickie sex with hot girls. Why did it hurt so much to know he would go there, and with Tabitha? She sniffled and felt dejected, deciding to wait until the last minute
T win spots of color in her cheeks heightened under his casual regard. She decided lying was the only way out of admitting she hadn’t looked at the artwork at all. “Uh…yeah…I looked at the photos. I wanted to give them a fresh once-over again this morning. Something about them didn’t sit well with me.”
Ian frowned then. “What was it about them you didn’t like?”
“I don’t know,” Emily hedged, knowing such a vague reply wasn’t what he was looking for. “Can I give you a better assessment later this morning?”
Ian shrugged. “I don’t see why not.”
Emily could see he was disappointed with her answer. She wondered at it. He looked like she just kicked his puppy as he left her office and returned to his own. She questioned why the artwork for the new ad was so important to him, shaking her head as she turned on her computer.
She had thirty minutes to read her email before the meeting that morning. She was leafing through all the interoffice stuff when she came across the email from Ian. She opened it eagerly, seeing it had a photo attachment. She waited for whatever it was he uploaded to her. She saw he was sitting at his desk, looking slightly sad by the downward tilt of his mouth.
Emily stared at the pictures for some time, frowning. These weren’t part of the material she’d been sent initially by Stu. They were really quite good. She looked them over carefully.
They were taken in a public park; a local one she instantly recognized was near downtown Sacramento. One picture riveted her interest right off, making her question whether this wasn’t the look they were going for with the new client.
It was a bright and sunny day in the park. An old woman was pushing a redheaded little boy on the swings; the look of joy unmistakable upon her lined visage. The child was ecstatic, happiness etched in his young endearing face. The symbolism of the old pushing ahead the new wasn’t lost on her, or how the pair appeared so in sync with one another. She found it hard to believe they were staged actors in the print work. She looked over at Ian. He was nowhere to be found. She saved the photos to her desktop, wondering where he went.
The meeting was at eight-thirty . She rose to go to the conference room. She saw Tabitha slinking out of the copy room. The girl was looking around, smoothing her too-tight skirt which looked suspiciously rumpled. It was far too early for Tabitha to be doing any real work. She looked smug as she made her way to the conference room.
Emily was about to leave her office when she saw Ian leaving the copy room minutes later, looking decidedly less-smug than Tabitha. Her eyes filled with disbelief to see him readjust his zipper to his trousers, unnoticed by any but her.
Pain filled her to know what the pair had been doing in the copy room. Fierce waves of anger washed over her to know Ian the Unattainable could be had after all. His perfect image ran aground the moment she realized he’d obviously given in to Tabitha.
Emily fumed to know she was insanely jealous in those seconds that passed, wanting to tackle Tabitha and bitch slap her perfectly made-up face. The hurt she felt was acute and misplaced. Ian was a man, she reasoned, and fought the stabs of disappointment she felt.
Of course he was screwing Tabitha in the copy room. She could imagine him tossing the girl on the counter for a quickie before the office filled up, disgusted to imagine the pair being bold enough to do such a thing at work, and right under Evan’s nose.
Emily was distraught to feel hot tears burn at the back of her eyelids, knowing Ian wasn’t the man she made him into at all. She knew she was being an idiot. Ian didn’t know she was alive. He was entitled to have quickie sex with hot girls. Why did it hurt so much to know he would go there, and with Tabitha? She sniffled and felt dejected, deciding to wait until the last minute
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