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My whole career has been in marketing and only that. This seems to be a little in left field and entirely out of my element. How should I ask the questions, and what type of answers am I looking for? Do I counter questions if I’m unsatisfied with a response? Jesus, I don’t want to fuck up this important project.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Haden mentions before I speak. “You’re not sure how to ask the questions in a way we can capture and translate it into words.”
“You read my mind, boss.”
“All you need to do is inform her you’re recording the conversation. Simply ask the questions Presley has mapped out. I think you’ll do great.”
With the slight boost in my confidence, he leaves my office, and I quickly read Presley’s notes before departing and driving to the meeting.
I arrive at the coffee shop early, not wanting to come across as unprofessional. And so, with plenty of time to spare, I open my laptop and answer some work emails. Right on time, I see Morgan walk through the door. Her stride is elegant with an air of confidence in her white dress which is shorter this time, and more noticeably, the plunging neckline shows off some very sexy cleavage. Her hair is loose but tied halfway up, and she’s still wearing her signature red glasses.
She scans the table, looking around me. “Good afternoon, Noah.”
“Morgan,” I greet, standing up and courteously pulling her chair out.
“Thank you,” she responds with a forced smile.
That smile irritates me. So unnatural and cold. Do I really bother her that much that she can’t stand being in the same room as me? She appears almost repelled.
“I apologize for Presley’s absence. She’s quite unwell. However, I do have her notes, which I’d like to go through with you.”
Morgan’s expression changes to panic, her eyes looking everywhere but at mine. “She’s not here?”
I shake my head, pursing my lips. “Just you and me. Is that a problem?” Posing the question and goading some sort of reaction from her, I wait patiently, tapping my fingers on the stark-white linen tablecloth.
Her eyes unwillingly watch the tap of each finger, and slowly, with a deep breath, she parts her lips and raises her eyes to meet mine. “Certainly not, Noah,” she says with a reassuring smile. “Shall we begin?”
The waitress stands at our table, young and blonde with a playful smile that screams ‘fuck me tonight.’ Her uniform is a white tank and a short black skirt. Extremely short. I’m thinking of ways to get her number on the sly because I need to feel a woman’s body against mine.
It’s been forever since I’ve seen a pair of tits, let alone hold them in my hands.
Except for Kate’s, but we all know how that night ended.
“Can I please have an espresso and a glass of water?” Morgan orders, her head buried in the menu.
The waitress takes her order, then waits for me to answer, moving a little closer as she jiggles her small titties in front of her notepad. They’re cute, but lack that mature bounce I’ve grown fond of over the years.
“I’ll have the same.”
“Nice order,” the waitress says, striking up a conversation. “You don’t sound like you’re from around here?”
“I’m not, actually,” I answer politely. “I moved here a few weeks ago.”
“I hope you like California. I’ve been here my whole life. A true California girl.” She giggles, creating more bouncy tits.
Fuck. Keep going, beautiful.
“I can tell.” My smirk fades as Morgan clears her throat, prompting the waitress to leave.
She scurries away, and in the corner of my eye, I try to get a glimpse of her ass in that short skirt. It’s perky but nothing special.
“Should I leave you alone with the waitress, or are we here to conduct business?” Morgan voices with a touch of malice.
“Just a friendly conversation,” I insist. “Rule number one in marketing… opportunities can present themselves anywhere.”
“Like between her breasts?” Morgan mutters, keeping her lips tight and arms folded.
The evil witch has risen. I decide not to comment and begin asking the questions Presley gave me until Bouncy Tits comes back with our beverages. This time, not to rile the beast even further, I simply smile at the waitress and focus my attention again on the meeting.
