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Jason

Stretching and yawning, I pull myself from the land of the sleeping schlepps. The shower is running and I smell the fresh scent of coffee. I pull my clothes into a pile, searching for my underwear. Putting them on, I walk hazily through the mind fog toward the smell of the famous morning drink with a kick.

While I pour myself a mug of the dark liquid, a smile comes to my lips when I think about last night with her. I stir in a bit of sugar and raise the cup to my lips. As the heat of the coffee flows down my throat, instantly my head begins to clear.

I hear Tamara getting out of the shower, so I get her a cup too. “Good morning,” I say with a smile, handing her the coffee. “I trust you slept well?”

She takes the cup and sips it, then sets it down. “Thanks, I did sleep well,” she responds as she pulls on a pair of hosiery. “But I have to get going. I need to be there in thirty minutes.”

While she flits around the room gathering other items to finish getting dressed, I begin to pull my clothes on from last night. It’s kind of like nothing really happened between us, but maybe we’re just avoiding the topic in order to finish quickly.

“I’m ready when you are,” she beams a bright smile in my direction and my heart skips a beat.

“All ready,” I say, walking her from the house to the car. I hop in the driver’s side. “I have a confession,” I say with a sheepish grin.

Tamara looks puzzled. “What about?”

“I forgot your car is still at the office and I didn’t think about it until you said so.”

She laughs, releasing the tension her face held just a moment before. “Whew, I thought you’d say something like you’re leading a revolt against the boss.”

“Maybe,” I start the car and head toward the oil field. “But just remember this: If our boss was any smarter, then we are,” I point to me then her, “Then neither of us would have a job.” I laugh at my quip and she joins in.

A few minutes later, we arrive at the office and I drop her off. “Now, don’t be doing too much today. You know what the doctor said last night.” I wink at her and she turns, disappearing into the main building.

Driving around the back by the oil field, I begin to reminisce about last night. The way she smells, her funny aggravations that I chose not to laugh at for fear of making her mental. Her soft skin. She’s still in some pain from twisting her ankle. And just because she hates wearing heels, doesn’t mean she’s not hot as hell.

It’s really the closest I’ve come in contact with her. Full contact.

One more turn of the wheel and I’m in back. I pull into a parking slot at the garage and turn my car off. I’m a few minutes early, so I take the time to drink the last twelve hours in.

Man! I had a fantastic evening that I never ever thought I’d have. I mean, damn she’s a beauty with her long blonde hair and emerald eyes. She could have any guy she wants. And she gave it to me.

Shaking my head in disbelief, I think about all the times that I’d gather the strength to ask her out on a date. But never did. Who would’ve thought that a hurt ankle would get us together like this?

Resting an arm on the sill of the car window, I look out over the fields and see all the men. Not one of them did any bragging about being with her. Believe me, anytime one of them has a “hot date” everyone on the field has to hear about how they got their score. Not one of them had any relations with her, which meant to me that she isn’t loose.

Letting out a slight whistle and rubbing my head, I reach for the keys. It has to be hard looking like Tamara does, being around a pack of wolves and two ugly-ass women that she has to contend with each day. Sure, she flirts with all of us guys, but never goes all-in.

As I prepare to leave my car, I stand and twist my body through the door and close it. I see Ken walking towards me from a distance. If I want another moment to fill with thoughts of her and me last night, then it’s now or never.

Right now, I’m as happy as a lark. Maybe this’ll lead into something more. Maybe not.

For the remainder of the day, I’m showing Ken the oil rigging part of our set up. Towing him around and helping him to settle in here, I show him a few more things and then send him home for the afternoon.

The next morning, I had to go into the office to order more rags and soap. Just by chance, I happen to see Tamara coming through the hall toward me. She didn’t say anything to me and is all business-like. I watch her pass me and she turns around, sending me that lovely smile, winking at me.

Alright, alright. I think things are cool between us. Still watching her walk away from me and down the hall, I had to be careful to not let a certain boner in my pants awaken. I set myself right, and take the purchase order to the lady that handles all the purchasing.

I head towards the refuge of my car with my brain running in circles with so many thoughts. Should I ask her out on a real date? Or something of the sort? Would she want to go out with me?

All of my thoughts cease as a loud shout from one of the other riggers rings out over the field. With no more time to play hunger games in my head, I run back out to the field in search of the source that had so rudely ended my mirage.

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