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“So,” he said, “Ed tells me you have something very special in the works.”
What. The. Hell.
My gaze wandered around my desk to make sure any revealing papers were out of sight.
“Really? Huh.”
“You don’t have anything up your sleeve?” He reached for a strand of my hair, but I smacked his hand away, rolling my chair until I was out of his reach.
“Nope. No idea. Don’t know why he’d say that to you.” I threw my hands up.
Disappointment ran across his face. “Oh. Okay then. I guess you’re just still doing your Little League and Garden Club bullshit.”
Why did he
have to be such a dick?
“So it would seem.”
He started inching away. “Well. I gotta get back to work.” He turned to go.
“Tom?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for stopping by.” I gave him the fakest sweet smile I’d ever mustered.
“Sure thing.” He paused by the entrance to my cube. “Hey. Some of us are going for drinks after work. You’re invited.”
“Oh. Thanks. I’d love to go. Let me check and see if I can pull it off.”
“Okay. Later, then,” he said.
I turned back to my PC, motivated by Tom’s fake interest and explicit insult. The jerk seemed happy I might still be stuck working on the same old crap I always was assigned.
Truth was, I had no intention of getting drinks with Tom or anyone else in the office. Getting ready for a night out at the club was a lot of work. I had a mani-pedi to take care of, and it took forever to blow out my hair. Fortunately, I’d gone for an excruciating Brazilian wax a couple days ago, my first and probably my last, so I was good in that department.
The phone killed my daydream.
“Hey, girl,” I said when I saw it was Nelle.
“You will not believe this…” Her voice was breathy.
“Believe what? Tell me.”
“Remember I told you about that guy in my office? Around the same time you told me about the guy in your office you were crushing on?”
“Yeah, but I’m not into that guy any more—”
“Well,” she said, “he asked me out!”
“Oh my god, that’s awesome. I’m very happy for you, sweetie.”
She’d liked that guy for so long I thought they’d be in nursing homes before he took her frequent and obvious hints.
She let out a long, relieved breath. “We’re going out next week. I’m so happy. I have to figure out what to wear. Hey, what are you doing? Wanna get a drink after work?”
“Ohhhh. Can’t. Sorry.”
