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“I’ll try it on.”
“Ooh!” Mary said, grabbing a few more items off the rack.
“Take these too!”
A few moments later, Mary called over the dressing room wall,
“So? How’s it look?”
“Too tight,” Ventura said, popping open the door.
Mary pushed it the rest of the way open. “Are you kidding
me? You look like a brick house!”
“And that, I suppose, would be good?”
“Better than good.” Mary shot her an encouraging grin. “I
say, go with it.”
As they stood in line for the cash register, Mary spoke as
nonchalantly as she could. “So, what’s the deal with the driving instructor?”
“You mean Jason?”
“Richard’s personal assistant, yeah.”
“That one’s super organized, let me tell you. Richard calls
him the master scheduler .”
Mary casually studied her nails. “Do you think you could get
him to pencil me in?”
Ventura turned toward her with a grin. “I can’t believe my
ears. Are you actually asking me to
set you up?”
Mary met her eyes sincerely. “Something strange is happening
to me. I’m worried I’m losing my touch. Guys used to be all over me. And now…
Well, I don’t know. Do you think it has something to do with my horoscope?”
“What about Ed? The one who works at the White House? He
took you on that private tour, remember?”
Mary huffed. “Yeah, me and whole team of cheerleaders from
Nevada.”
“Oh!”
“And Reginald?” Ventura asked.
“The Republican intern?” Mary lowered her voice
confidentially. “Got his boxers in a bunch because I said the Dems do better
fashion. I mean, really,” she said rolling her eyes. “Think Jackie Kennedy.”
“What about George? The one from the deli?”
“Said he got tired of waiting and started dating some
cappuccino girl.”
“You make coffee.”
Mary pointedly raised an eyebrow.
“All right. I’ll ask about Jason. And you know, you might
just have a chance.”
Mary’s face brightened. “What? Did he say something?”
“Yeah. He wanted to know where you get your mud masks.”
Mary slapped her arm. “Ha-ha.”
The next morning on the Metro, Ventura questioned Mary’s hot
idea. The bra pinched so much, she ached each time she
moved. Plus it made her much too large for this complementary cobalt blue silk blouse.
Richard had asked her to take the train today because he had an early
teleconference and Jason was busy helping him get ready. Ventura didn’t mind
the Metro-to-bus connection. She was happy to do it if it helped Richard out
and almost felt spoiled having had a personal chauffer her first few weeks at
the new job.
She shifted in her seat, checking her smart phone. It was
cool to have a gadget that allowed her to surf the Internet and scan the latest
job postings. Not that Richard wasn’t a dream to work for. He was the absolute best boss and far too easy on the eyes. This only
complicated matters, since Ventura felt awkward about becoming attracted to her
supervisor. But maybe that was normal, a crush-on-the-teacher sort of thing
that could happen to any girl. The good thing was she had Charles to focus on.
Charles was an eligible guy and someone who was clearly attracted to her, which
was a fun new turn of events. Ventura hadn’t felt longed for since… Well, she
guessed, she’d never experienced that feeling at all. And it was great. Really super. Everything it was made out to be in all those
romantic songs.
While Ventura was settling into her job as a nanny, it
wasn’t something she aspired to be forever. She had bigger plans in mind, plans
concerning her writing and making her literary mark in the world. In the
meantime, Richard’s kids seemed to be getting easier to manage. Now that she
knew Elisa collected baseball cards and Ricky loved chocolate peanut butter ice
cream, she had a handle on how to get their cooperation. Ventura looked up from
her phone, noticing other people on the subway car were staring at her. She
couldn’t for the life of her fathom
“Ooh!” Mary said, grabbing a few more items off the rack.
“Take these too!”
A few moments later, Mary called over the dressing room wall,
“So? How’s it look?”
“Too tight,” Ventura said, popping open the door.
Mary pushed it the rest of the way open. “Are you kidding
me? You look like a brick house!”
“And that, I suppose, would be good?”
“Better than good.” Mary shot her an encouraging grin. “I
say, go with it.”
As they stood in line for the cash register, Mary spoke as
nonchalantly as she could. “So, what’s the deal with the driving instructor?”
“You mean Jason?”
“Richard’s personal assistant, yeah.”
“That one’s super organized, let me tell you. Richard calls
him the master scheduler .”
Mary casually studied her nails. “Do you think you could get
him to pencil me in?”
Ventura turned toward her with a grin. “I can’t believe my
ears. Are you actually asking me to
set you up?”
Mary met her eyes sincerely. “Something strange is happening
to me. I’m worried I’m losing my touch. Guys used to be all over me. And now…
Well, I don’t know. Do you think it has something to do with my horoscope?”
“What about Ed? The one who works at the White House? He
took you on that private tour, remember?”
Mary huffed. “Yeah, me and whole team of cheerleaders from
Nevada.”
“Oh!”
“And Reginald?” Ventura asked.
“The Republican intern?” Mary lowered her voice
confidentially. “Got his boxers in a bunch because I said the Dems do better
fashion. I mean, really,” she said rolling her eyes. “Think Jackie Kennedy.”
“What about George? The one from the deli?”
“Said he got tired of waiting and started dating some
cappuccino girl.”
“You make coffee.”
Mary pointedly raised an eyebrow.
“All right. I’ll ask about Jason. And you know, you might
just have a chance.”
Mary’s face brightened. “What? Did he say something?”
“Yeah. He wanted to know where you get your mud masks.”
Mary slapped her arm. “Ha-ha.”
The next morning on the Metro, Ventura questioned Mary’s hot
idea. The bra pinched so much, she ached each time she
moved. Plus it made her much too large for this complementary cobalt blue silk blouse.
Richard had asked her to take the train today because he had an early
teleconference and Jason was busy helping him get ready. Ventura didn’t mind
the Metro-to-bus connection. She was happy to do it if it helped Richard out
and almost felt spoiled having had a personal chauffer her first few weeks at
the new job.
She shifted in her seat, checking her smart phone. It was
cool to have a gadget that allowed her to surf the Internet and scan the latest
job postings. Not that Richard wasn’t a dream to work for. He was the absolute best boss and far too easy on the eyes. This only
complicated matters, since Ventura felt awkward about becoming attracted to her
supervisor. But maybe that was normal, a crush-on-the-teacher sort of thing
that could happen to any girl. The good thing was she had Charles to focus on.
Charles was an eligible guy and someone who was clearly attracted to her, which
was a fun new turn of events. Ventura hadn’t felt longed for since… Well, she
guessed, she’d never experienced that feeling at all. And it was great. Really super. Everything it was made out to be in all those
romantic songs.
While Ventura was settling into her job as a nanny, it
wasn’t something she aspired to be forever. She had bigger plans in mind, plans
concerning her writing and making her literary mark in the world. In the
meantime, Richard’s kids seemed to be getting easier to manage. Now that she
knew Elisa collected baseball cards and Ricky loved chocolate peanut butter ice
cream, she had a handle on how to get their cooperation. Ventura looked up from
her phone, noticing other people on the subway car were staring at her. She
couldn’t for the life of her fathom
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