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my beer as the meal seared my palate with the spice of chilies. “Maybe do a little West O barhopping?”
“I love it!”
While Willow looked over my shoulder, I texted Jace.
Prez: Hey Sexy! Girls’ Night Out tomorrow with W? You in?
Willow and I watched some Friends reruns until we were quoting lines along with the characters. We both decided an early night wouldn’t be a bad thing for either of us. The current activity was pointless if we’d seen every episode to the point of memorization. Plus, we both admitted to being worn out, me from the day’s events and Willow from getting no sleep the night before.
In bed, I grabbed the latest romance book I was reading from the nightstand. My phone buzzed.
Jace: I am in! Broke up with Taylor on Monday. :-( Could use a Girls’ Night Out with my BFFs and a random forget-about-my-troubles hookup. I’m off at 4 tomorrow, so I can Happy Hour if anyone else can
Prez: Sorry about Taylor. :-( You will find the right person, totally believe that … pinkie swear. Glad you can join us!
Jace: Are we celebrating or just going out?
Prez: Celebrating! I’m going to be Salesperson of the Month! I’m off at 5, but I’ll let Willow know you could meet her, she’s off at 2 or 3, I think.
Jace: Congrats sweetie! You definitely deserve it. Dixless can suck donkey-dix! Luv u!
Prez: Love you too! <3 TTYL
I met Jaclyn (Jace for short) Zelensky at the University of Nebraska here in Omaha. We were in several business classes together. She accepted a job as a project manager for Wattier & Buchman, an advertising, public relations, and marketing company. Jace loved her bosses. They were a couple that epitomized true love according to Jace. I think they kind of made her jealous. I didn’t blame her. Listening to her talk about them, I was kind of jealous, too. She deserved someone special to spend her life with. Jace’s last partner, Taylor, was nice, but didn’t understand Jace’s professional drive.
Sometimes I wondered if that would happen to me, too. I worked long hours and, like tonight, I sometimes stayed long after I should have left the dealership. Selling cars wasn’t eight to five. Ever. I needed someone who understood the need to put forth that kind of effort at work.
My phone buzzed next to me on the bed. Jace probably forgot something.
Unknown number. I opened the text.
Unknown: Hi, Jude here.
I stopped reading right there. How? Why? What for? A million questions spun through my head and my blood rushed through my veins at NASCAR speed.
Finish reading the text and find out!
Unknown: Hi, Jude here. Just wanted to remind you-5am tomorrow. I’ll be there. Can’t wait to make you sweat. J
“Holy shit!”
“Now you owe me forty dollars!” Willow chuckled and the sound carried through the wall.
“No, I don’t. That wasn’t an orgasmic ‘holy shit’ that was an I-can’t-believe-what-I-just-read ‘holy shit’.”
“What can’t you believe?”
“My trainer just texted me a reminder and he says that he, and I quote, ‘can’t wait to make me sweat’!”
“You need to jump that stud. He’s sending signals, Prez. Trainers don’t remind people of appointments. They get paid if you show or don’t.”
I remained quiet and stilled for a long time. My brain and body weren’t communicating. Terrified that making a move would set off a nuclear reaction of overwhelming emotion, I was stuck in a weird frozen state of being.
“Are you okay, Presley?” Willow had this weird intuition that used to bug me. She predicted when I was going to crash into myself, the ripples of my psyche cracking and crumbling, but instead of telling me what was going to happen, now she supported me and let me work out the emotional fallout on my own … most of the time. My coping skills had come a long way, but there was always a possibility that a giant emotional tidal wave would pull me under.
Relationship stuff like this could do that to me. I could drown in all the
“I love it!”
While Willow looked over my shoulder, I texted Jace.
Prez: Hey Sexy! Girls’ Night Out tomorrow with W? You in?
Willow and I watched some Friends reruns until we were quoting lines along with the characters. We both decided an early night wouldn’t be a bad thing for either of us. The current activity was pointless if we’d seen every episode to the point of memorization. Plus, we both admitted to being worn out, me from the day’s events and Willow from getting no sleep the night before.
In bed, I grabbed the latest romance book I was reading from the nightstand. My phone buzzed.
Jace: I am in! Broke up with Taylor on Monday. :-( Could use a Girls’ Night Out with my BFFs and a random forget-about-my-troubles hookup. I’m off at 4 tomorrow, so I can Happy Hour if anyone else can
Prez: Sorry about Taylor. :-( You will find the right person, totally believe that … pinkie swear. Glad you can join us!
Jace: Are we celebrating or just going out?
Prez: Celebrating! I’m going to be Salesperson of the Month! I’m off at 5, but I’ll let Willow know you could meet her, she’s off at 2 or 3, I think.
Jace: Congrats sweetie! You definitely deserve it. Dixless can suck donkey-dix! Luv u!
Prez: Love you too! <3 TTYL
I met Jaclyn (Jace for short) Zelensky at the University of Nebraska here in Omaha. We were in several business classes together. She accepted a job as a project manager for Wattier & Buchman, an advertising, public relations, and marketing company. Jace loved her bosses. They were a couple that epitomized true love according to Jace. I think they kind of made her jealous. I didn’t blame her. Listening to her talk about them, I was kind of jealous, too. She deserved someone special to spend her life with. Jace’s last partner, Taylor, was nice, but didn’t understand Jace’s professional drive.
Sometimes I wondered if that would happen to me, too. I worked long hours and, like tonight, I sometimes stayed long after I should have left the dealership. Selling cars wasn’t eight to five. Ever. I needed someone who understood the need to put forth that kind of effort at work.
My phone buzzed next to me on the bed. Jace probably forgot something.
Unknown number. I opened the text.
Unknown: Hi, Jude here.
I stopped reading right there. How? Why? What for? A million questions spun through my head and my blood rushed through my veins at NASCAR speed.
Finish reading the text and find out!
Unknown: Hi, Jude here. Just wanted to remind you-5am tomorrow. I’ll be there. Can’t wait to make you sweat. J
“Holy shit!”
“Now you owe me forty dollars!” Willow chuckled and the sound carried through the wall.
“No, I don’t. That wasn’t an orgasmic ‘holy shit’ that was an I-can’t-believe-what-I-just-read ‘holy shit’.”
“What can’t you believe?”
“My trainer just texted me a reminder and he says that he, and I quote, ‘can’t wait to make me sweat’!”
“You need to jump that stud. He’s sending signals, Prez. Trainers don’t remind people of appointments. They get paid if you show or don’t.”
I remained quiet and stilled for a long time. My brain and body weren’t communicating. Terrified that making a move would set off a nuclear reaction of overwhelming emotion, I was stuck in a weird frozen state of being.
“Are you okay, Presley?” Willow had this weird intuition that used to bug me. She predicted when I was going to crash into myself, the ripples of my psyche cracking and crumbling, but instead of telling me what was going to happen, now she supported me and let me work out the emotional fallout on my own … most of the time. My coping skills had come a long way, but there was always a possibility that a giant emotional tidal wave would pull me under.
Relationship stuff like this could do that to me. I could drown in all the
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