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Authors: Kemmie Michaels
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morning…jail? Really?” Erin just laughed again, and seemed to like the look on his face.
“I don’t kiss and tell, unlike my date, apparently,” he chuckled. “Don’t you have work to do, Erin?” She just grinned back at him and then wrote a few lines in an ice-blue notebook.
Scott walked back to the only real office on this floor and sat himself down at his wood desk. He shuffled through the papers and files there, but really couldn’t focus very well because all he could think about was Cassie. She was an absolute force of nature with a sweet, soft, eye-of-the-tornado side hidden under all the twisting craziness of her personality.
She showed him bits of that softer side at dinner and for a little while at the barn. He was kind of amazed that he even saw that side of her. He got the impression not many people did. He smiled at the thought, and he wanted to find it again. He did love a challenge, after all. He loved the craziness her sweetness hid under, too. Yep, he only wanted more of all of her.
Grudgingly, he spent all morning reviewing tax documents prepared by the people in his department and fielding phone calls by some of the bigger clients he dealt with directly, but still, his focus was on Cassie. When he was about to break for lunch, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He looked at the screen which read, “Message from Idont Thinkursmooth” and he laughed before he even opened the text.
I’ve been thinking about your kissing. I’m down-grading it to only a B. It may have been the best first-date kiss ever, but not the best kiss ever. Not enough tongue. Please try to improve for our date on Friday.
He immediately texted her back.
Our date isn’t until Saturday, miss presumptuous, and if you want more tongue, be prepared for a shock-and-awe response.
He laughed when he saw her response.
Our date is Friday if you want to use that tongue at all. I’ll see you at 7. We’re staying in and I’m making dinner. Come hungry. We’ll work on that kissing technique. Don’t practice with anyone else in the mean time.
Scott laughed again and started typing.
I’ll be there at 6:45, not 7. I have no desire to practice with anyone else. You should wear black shoes. It’s only fair that I get to pick yours this time.
Minutes later, his phone buzzed again.
Make it 6:50 because I must win this one. I haven’t decided yet if you get to pick the shoes.
Scott laughed loud enough for Erin to look up at him as she was walking toward the copy machine. He shook his head and Erin grinned, knowing the only thing that could get him so flustered at work was Cassie. Scott didn’t even bother responding to her text. He would win. No question. He wasn’t going to give her a chance to one-up him again. She had already won the Friday/Saturday side of things. He had to win on the time. Game back on.
He saved the text conversation and reread the lines a few times that week. He was hoping she had intended that double-entendre about showing up to her house hungry. He knew he would…in every sense of the word. Nor could he forget their conversation at the barn. She had promised to show him up next time she saw him.
He had a hard time imagining things getting any better than they were Sunday night, but he was ready to find out. This was going to be a very long week. Tax season was getting into full swing and his work days were at least ten hours long. He was going to be exhausted by Friday, but he knew he’d have no trouble finding energy when Cassie was around. She had it to spare.
He spent his week flipping his brain back and forth between work and thoughts of Cassie. Her energy seemed to keep him going this week. The only other thing that kept him going through the accounting work was the swimming he fit into his mornings. He loved swimming more than anything else in the world. If not for his existence in the water, work would have sucked the life out of him completely.
He
“I don’t kiss and tell, unlike my date, apparently,” he chuckled. “Don’t you have work to do, Erin?” She just grinned back at him and then wrote a few lines in an ice-blue notebook.
Scott walked back to the only real office on this floor and sat himself down at his wood desk. He shuffled through the papers and files there, but really couldn’t focus very well because all he could think about was Cassie. She was an absolute force of nature with a sweet, soft, eye-of-the-tornado side hidden under all the twisting craziness of her personality.
She showed him bits of that softer side at dinner and for a little while at the barn. He was kind of amazed that he even saw that side of her. He got the impression not many people did. He smiled at the thought, and he wanted to find it again. He did love a challenge, after all. He loved the craziness her sweetness hid under, too. Yep, he only wanted more of all of her.
Grudgingly, he spent all morning reviewing tax documents prepared by the people in his department and fielding phone calls by some of the bigger clients he dealt with directly, but still, his focus was on Cassie. When he was about to break for lunch, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He looked at the screen which read, “Message from Idont Thinkursmooth” and he laughed before he even opened the text.
I’ve been thinking about your kissing. I’m down-grading it to only a B. It may have been the best first-date kiss ever, but not the best kiss ever. Not enough tongue. Please try to improve for our date on Friday.
He immediately texted her back.
Our date isn’t until Saturday, miss presumptuous, and if you want more tongue, be prepared for a shock-and-awe response.
He laughed when he saw her response.
Our date is Friday if you want to use that tongue at all. I’ll see you at 7. We’re staying in and I’m making dinner. Come hungry. We’ll work on that kissing technique. Don’t practice with anyone else in the mean time.
Scott laughed again and started typing.
I’ll be there at 6:45, not 7. I have no desire to practice with anyone else. You should wear black shoes. It’s only fair that I get to pick yours this time.
Minutes later, his phone buzzed again.
Make it 6:50 because I must win this one. I haven’t decided yet if you get to pick the shoes.
Scott laughed loud enough for Erin to look up at him as she was walking toward the copy machine. He shook his head and Erin grinned, knowing the only thing that could get him so flustered at work was Cassie. Scott didn’t even bother responding to her text. He would win. No question. He wasn’t going to give her a chance to one-up him again. She had already won the Friday/Saturday side of things. He had to win on the time. Game back on.
He saved the text conversation and reread the lines a few times that week. He was hoping she had intended that double-entendre about showing up to her house hungry. He knew he would…in every sense of the word. Nor could he forget their conversation at the barn. She had promised to show him up next time she saw him.
He had a hard time imagining things getting any better than they were Sunday night, but he was ready to find out. This was going to be a very long week. Tax season was getting into full swing and his work days were at least ten hours long. He was going to be exhausted by Friday, but he knew he’d have no trouble finding energy when Cassie was around. She had it to spare.
He spent his week flipping his brain back and forth between work and thoughts of Cassie. Her energy seemed to keep him going this week. The only other thing that kept him going through the accounting work was the swimming he fit into his mornings. He loved swimming more than anything else in the world. If not for his existence in the water, work would have sucked the life out of him completely.
He
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