Page 2 of In His Office

“Girl, you need to trust me. As your officially-appointed wing woman, it’s my duty to ensure you get some quality dick to compensate for Mr. Captain-Can’t-Commit’s unfortunate snubbing of your fabulous little ass.”

I choked on my tea, coughing a little. “Zara! I can’t take you anywhere!”

She was right though. I did have a nice ass. It was one of my finest assets.

I crack myself up sometimes.

“It’s true though. And you know I’m all about the truth,” she said with a dramatic flourish. “Besides, think of it as celebrating your independence. You’re a successful, stunning bombshell of a woman in the prime of her life. It’s time to enjoy the perks that come with it. And most importantly, get that D.”

I shook my head, still chuckling. “Only you would turn a break-up into a ‘celebrate your independence’ party.”

“That’s because only I can see the silver lining, or in your case, the hot guys in every bar. Come on, Morgan. What do you say? Let’s paint the town red!”

I hesitated, the comfort of my planned quiet evening reading a book with a bottle of wine battling with the temptation of a night out with Zara. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and a part of me knew she might be right.

Maybe a night out would be fun…

“Alright, Zara. You win. Let’s go out tonight. But…” I added, raising a finger for emphasis, “no karaoke bars and no setting me up with guys who have more greasy hair gel than brain cells.”

Zara clapped her hands in delight. “Deal! I promise, no karaoke and only the classiest of gentlemen for my girl. And who knows? Maybe tonight’s the night you meet someone who makes Mr. I-can’t-commit-because-I-have-a-small-dick a distant memory.”

“Oh my god, you’re terrible,” I replied, shaking my head, but chuckling anyway. I took a sip of my coffee, delighting in the sweet and creamy taste, and shook my head, leveling her with a knowing look.

“You love me,” she quipped, beaming in my direction.

“I do,” I smiled. And I meant it.

* * *

Okay, maybe this wasn’t too bad. I could survive this.

We met at the elegant Vino Veritas, a chic wine bar known for its extensive selection and sophisticated clientele. The atmosphere was buzzing with the soft hum of conversation, underscored by the subtle notes of a jazz piano playing in the background.

It was actually pretty nice.

Perched on high stools at the bar, we each held a glass of wine—Zara with her bold Shiraz and me with a more reserved Chardonnay. I took a sip of wine and looked around the softly lit space, enjoying every bit of the overall ambience more than I thought I would.

She leaned in, her eyes scanning the room like a hawk on the hunt.

“Okay, let’s see what we have here,” Zara murmured, her gaze landing on a man in a sharp suit at the far end of the bar. “Hmm, over there—that’s Mr. GQ Smooth. Looks like he stepped right out of a fashion magazine, but probably spends more time in front of a mirror than any woman I know. Hard pass.”

I giggled, sipping my wine as I followed her gaze. “Not bad, but definitely looks high maintenance.”

Zara’s eyes twinkled as she spotted another prospect. “Yeah. Definitely hard pass. And there, by the window. That’s Mr. Tech Bro. Wearing a hoodie in a wine bar, really? Probably has more money in Bitcoin than sense. Hard pass times two.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, “What about him?” I nodded towards a man who seemed engrossed in his phone at a secluded table.

“Oh, that’s Mr. Swipe Right,” Zara said, with a dismissive wave. “Too busy swiping through dating apps to notice the real world around him. Hard pass times infinity.”

For a few minutes, the two of us just sipped our wine, looking around at all the possible contenders for Mr. Right.

Suddenly, Zara nudged me, her expression turning more serious. “Okay, but seriously, Morgan. Look at the guy who just walked in. Tall, dark, and handsome alert.”

Following her gaze, I saw a man, confidently poised, his eyes scanning the room. He had an air of quiet sophistication about him. He wasn’t just attractive; he was actually intriguing.

“Wow, he’s…” I started, finding myself at a loss for words.

“Mr. Potentially Perfect?” Zara offered with a smirk. “Come on, this is your big chance. Go talk to him!”

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