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He nodded to her. “I’ll meet you both, where—?”
“Jeezus, I have an Armani Exchange meeting in...” I checked my watch. “Five minutes. I’d ditch, but the client is going to be there, and I’m presenting the copy platform.”
“Go to your meeting.” Bradley insisted.
Sarah bounded out of the office. “I’ll be in one of the edit bays.”
“Give me ten minutes,” he called after her, pausing before he left the room. “What are you doing?”
I opened an orange, regulation high school gym locker. “I need to change—do you mind leaving?”
He shut the door softly. “I’ll stand watch.”
The look I fired at him would have intimidated the average male coworker. But not Bradley. “Fine.” I stepped out of my Da-Nang fatigues. “You’ve already seen most of this.”
He tilted his head. “Not exactly from this angle.” He pointed to the lace cheekies that partially covered my ass. “Love pink.”
The moment I slipped into a swingy skirt and fastened the button, he was out the door. He dipped his head back in the entry. “Gracie, try not to fret too much. I’ve got this.”
I nodded my head numbly.
The A/X meeting went on forever, and I did my best to appear interested. My thoughts continually returned to Bradley and his clandestine exploits. I wondered if he might actually be able to accomplish such a task and worried that tampering with evidence could land him in Guantanamo.
As lunch time approached, I received a text from Sarah. Mission accomplished! Share spinach pie and Greek salad?
I eyeballed the account executive across the conference table, who promptly checked his watch and brought up lunch reservations at Morimoto. Great. Creatives were always welcome, but we could also easily beg off.
I return texted: Meet u @ 10th Ave Pizza.
SIX
“I’VE DISCOVERED A new kind of kink.” Sarah did a happy dance in her chair. “I had no clue I was a voyeur.”
“Should I be blushing?” I ran a knife down the middle of a giant wedge of Spinach cheese pizza, making two, slices.
“Oh yeah, you two were hot together. Bradley was so cute about it. And OMG, Gracie, you should have seen his face—the way he looked at you.”
I forked into my half slice. “Sarah, I was half naked.”
She shook her head. “Uh, uh. It wasn’t all lust. It was… I don’t know.” She sighed, dreamy-eyed. “Someday, a man is going to look at me like that.”
I smiled, sitting back in my chair. “I’m still amazed he was able to wrangle the tape away from security.”
“It cost him two Knicks tickets, four rows up from the bench.”
I stared at my sweet funny friend. “That’s…quite a sacrifice.”
“He said something as we watched the tape, then swore me to secrecy on penalty of beheading by Her Majesty’s Royal executioner or American equivalent.”
I blinked at her. “There was never an American equivalent. What did he say?”
“He had that look on his face…” Sarah leaned across the table. “He said he had no idea he was walking around half-dead. ‘She made me feel alive again’.”
I stopped shoveling salad into my mouth long enough to contemplate Bradley Craig’s actions and words.
And his Knicks tickets.
A new and uncomfortable affection percolated inside me. Then I imagined myself on the end of a hook being reeled Scary. “So…you erased the worst of it—the most embarrassing bits?”
She shook her head. “I added visual static on a separate track. Something the security guys can’t correct, but the men in black can filter out.”
I exhaled a huge sigh of relief.
Her mischievous grin was infectious. “We wouldn’t want to get Bradley in trouble with the Feds, would we?”
“I owe you and Bradley.”
“Big time. He ran the tape back down to security. Only one of the guards even knows it went missing for thirty minutes.”
“Yeah,” I sighed, “the one with two Knicks tickets.”
Sarah and I spent the
He nodded to her. “I’ll meet you both, where—?”
“Jeezus, I have an Armani Exchange meeting in...” I checked my watch. “Five minutes. I’d ditch, but the client is going to be there, and I’m presenting the copy platform.”
“Go to your meeting.” Bradley insisted.
Sarah bounded out of the office. “I’ll be in one of the edit bays.”
“Give me ten minutes,” he called after her, pausing before he left the room. “What are you doing?”
I opened an orange, regulation high school gym locker. “I need to change—do you mind leaving?”
He shut the door softly. “I’ll stand watch.”
The look I fired at him would have intimidated the average male coworker. But not Bradley. “Fine.” I stepped out of my Da-Nang fatigues. “You’ve already seen most of this.”
He tilted his head. “Not exactly from this angle.” He pointed to the lace cheekies that partially covered my ass. “Love pink.”
The moment I slipped into a swingy skirt and fastened the button, he was out the door. He dipped his head back in the entry. “Gracie, try not to fret too much. I’ve got this.”
I nodded my head numbly.
The A/X meeting went on forever, and I did my best to appear interested. My thoughts continually returned to Bradley and his clandestine exploits. I wondered if he might actually be able to accomplish such a task and worried that tampering with evidence could land him in Guantanamo.
As lunch time approached, I received a text from Sarah. Mission accomplished! Share spinach pie and Greek salad?
I eyeballed the account executive across the conference table, who promptly checked his watch and brought up lunch reservations at Morimoto. Great. Creatives were always welcome, but we could also easily beg off.
I return texted: Meet u @ 10th Ave Pizza.
SIX
“I’VE DISCOVERED A new kind of kink.” Sarah did a happy dance in her chair. “I had no clue I was a voyeur.”
“Should I be blushing?” I ran a knife down the middle of a giant wedge of Spinach cheese pizza, making two, slices.
“Oh yeah, you two were hot together. Bradley was so cute about it. And OMG, Gracie, you should have seen his face—the way he looked at you.”
I forked into my half slice. “Sarah, I was half naked.”
She shook her head. “Uh, uh. It wasn’t all lust. It was… I don’t know.” She sighed, dreamy-eyed. “Someday, a man is going to look at me like that.”
I smiled, sitting back in my chair. “I’m still amazed he was able to wrangle the tape away from security.”
“It cost him two Knicks tickets, four rows up from the bench.”
I stared at my sweet funny friend. “That’s…quite a sacrifice.”
“He said something as we watched the tape, then swore me to secrecy on penalty of beheading by Her Majesty’s Royal executioner or American equivalent.”
I blinked at her. “There was never an American equivalent. What did he say?”
“He had that look on his face…” Sarah leaned across the table. “He said he had no idea he was walking around half-dead. ‘She made me feel alive again’.”
I stopped shoveling salad into my mouth long enough to contemplate Bradley Craig’s actions and words.
And his Knicks tickets.
A new and uncomfortable affection percolated inside me. Then I imagined myself on the end of a hook being reeled Scary. “So…you erased the worst of it—the most embarrassing bits?”
She shook her head. “I added visual static on a separate track. Something the security guys can’t correct, but the men in black can filter out.”
I exhaled a huge sigh of relief.
Her mischievous grin was infectious. “We wouldn’t want to get Bradley in trouble with the Feds, would we?”
“I owe you and Bradley.”
“Big time. He ran the tape back down to security. Only one of the guards even knows it went missing for thirty minutes.”
“Yeah,” I sighed, “the one with two Knicks tickets.”
Sarah and I spent the
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