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checking Drake out. He walked with a confident stride and air about himself; he had swagger.
An hour later, an hour that flew by, I couldn’t believe I had laughed, talked, and had such a wonderful time. The food was mouthwatering and the conversation even better. Our conversation wasn’t forced; it came natural and easy. As I ate my seafood pasta and Greek salad, Drake had me in stitches over some of his tales of growing up in Los Angeles. His descriptions were so vivid, I felt like I was right there with him.
I found myself opening up in ways I never expected. I surprised myself by confiding in him about my dissatisfaction with my current position. He seemed to genuinely understand and even offered suggestions and advice. A few times I would glance up and find him staring at me. I’d look down and play with a strand of my hair in order to avoid his eyes, which appeared to reach within my soul and seek out my deepest desires.
“May I ask you a personal question?” he asked, suddenly serious.
“Sure, why not? Ask away.”
“Are you seeing or dating anyone in particular?”
I paused for only a moment. “No and no.”
“That’s hard to believe. A beautiful lady like yourself, I would think you’d have men beating down your front door every night.”
“I’m afraid not,” I said, twirling another strand of my hair around and through my middle fingers.
“Why is that?”
“I’m afraid I’m too picky and selective.”
“What are you saying? There aren’t any good men in Atlanta?”
“If there are, I’m not meeting them.”
“Is it true that there’s a large and growing gay and lesbian population?”
“That’s what I’ve been told. Atlanta isn’t called the new San Francisco for no reason.”
“Interesting. You know, you remind me so much of my first love. She was kinda quiet, with your smoldering, alluring beauty and innocent sexiness.”
I blushed. “Really?” I asked, breaking our eye contact.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. That was inappropriate. I apologize if I made you uncomfortable in any way.”
“No, I’m fine.”
Drake glanced down at his watch. “Man, look at the time. I guess we’d better be getting back before they come looking for us and while we still have jobs.” He signaled for the waiter and the check.
“You’re right, my manager demands promptness from our team. I wouldn’t want to get on her black list because of tardiness.”
He winked conspiratorially. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle her. If she asks, I’ll say we were on a boring business lunch that dragged on.”
Drake and I made it back to the building and waited at the first bank of elevators to go up to our floors. The elevator doors opened and a stream of people rushed out. As we stepped in, surprisingly, he and I were the only two people in the elevator. I stood to one side and Drake stood on the other. There was a comfortable silence that only we could truly appreciate.
“Drake, thanks for the lunch. I see what I’m missing by eating at my desk all the time. I seriously have to go out more and enjoy the Midtown restaurants.”
“I definitely enjoyed the meal and the company. See you Friday, Kennedy,” he said as we arrived at my floor and I stepped off. “Kennedy?” he called, pushing the button to keep the elevator door open.
“Yes?” I stopped walking and turned around.
“Don’t worry. You’ll meet that special man soon.”
“If you say so.”
“Trust me.” The door shut with me still starring at it and trying to figure out his hidden message.
On Friday, I was back in Drake’s office, behind closed doors again. Since Fridays were casual, I was dressed down in a cotton, long-sleeve button-down shirt and dark navy blue slacks with my hair pulled back in a ponytail. I was looking more like a college student than a professional businesswoman. But at least I didn’t overdo it, like some of the women on my floor who obviously thought Casual Friday meant Nightclub Friday.
Drake had on a
An hour later, an hour that flew by, I couldn’t believe I had laughed, talked, and had such a wonderful time. The food was mouthwatering and the conversation even better. Our conversation wasn’t forced; it came natural and easy. As I ate my seafood pasta and Greek salad, Drake had me in stitches over some of his tales of growing up in Los Angeles. His descriptions were so vivid, I felt like I was right there with him.
I found myself opening up in ways I never expected. I surprised myself by confiding in him about my dissatisfaction with my current position. He seemed to genuinely understand and even offered suggestions and advice. A few times I would glance up and find him staring at me. I’d look down and play with a strand of my hair in order to avoid his eyes, which appeared to reach within my soul and seek out my deepest desires.
“May I ask you a personal question?” he asked, suddenly serious.
“Sure, why not? Ask away.”
“Are you seeing or dating anyone in particular?”
I paused for only a moment. “No and no.”
“That’s hard to believe. A beautiful lady like yourself, I would think you’d have men beating down your front door every night.”
“I’m afraid not,” I said, twirling another strand of my hair around and through my middle fingers.
“Why is that?”
“I’m afraid I’m too picky and selective.”
“What are you saying? There aren’t any good men in Atlanta?”
“If there are, I’m not meeting them.”
“Is it true that there’s a large and growing gay and lesbian population?”
“That’s what I’ve been told. Atlanta isn’t called the new San Francisco for no reason.”
“Interesting. You know, you remind me so much of my first love. She was kinda quiet, with your smoldering, alluring beauty and innocent sexiness.”
I blushed. “Really?” I asked, breaking our eye contact.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. That was inappropriate. I apologize if I made you uncomfortable in any way.”
“No, I’m fine.”
Drake glanced down at his watch. “Man, look at the time. I guess we’d better be getting back before they come looking for us and while we still have jobs.” He signaled for the waiter and the check.
“You’re right, my manager demands promptness from our team. I wouldn’t want to get on her black list because of tardiness.”
He winked conspiratorially. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle her. If she asks, I’ll say we were on a boring business lunch that dragged on.”
Drake and I made it back to the building and waited at the first bank of elevators to go up to our floors. The elevator doors opened and a stream of people rushed out. As we stepped in, surprisingly, he and I were the only two people in the elevator. I stood to one side and Drake stood on the other. There was a comfortable silence that only we could truly appreciate.
“Drake, thanks for the lunch. I see what I’m missing by eating at my desk all the time. I seriously have to go out more and enjoy the Midtown restaurants.”
“I definitely enjoyed the meal and the company. See you Friday, Kennedy,” he said as we arrived at my floor and I stepped off. “Kennedy?” he called, pushing the button to keep the elevator door open.
“Yes?” I stopped walking and turned around.
“Don’t worry. You’ll meet that special man soon.”
“If you say so.”
“Trust me.” The door shut with me still starring at it and trying to figure out his hidden message.
On Friday, I was back in Drake’s office, behind closed doors again. Since Fridays were casual, I was dressed down in a cotton, long-sleeve button-down shirt and dark navy blue slacks with my hair pulled back in a ponytail. I was looking more like a college student than a professional businesswoman. But at least I didn’t overdo it, like some of the women on my floor who obviously thought Casual Friday meant Nightclub Friday.
Drake had on a
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