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11
Annie
Monday morning, I walk into work, not sure what to expect. Friday night, I had dinner with Mr. Jacobson and the huge client we landed, then Enzo Mancini shared a taxi home with me even though it was way out of his way.
I’m not seated at my desk for more than a minute before my phone rings.
“Good morning Mr. Mancini,” I answer.
“Enzo.”
“Okay.”
“Let’s practice. Repeat after me. Good morning, Enzo.” He puts a lilt in his voice that makes me smile.
“Good morning, Lorenzo.” I turn on my computer and turn my back to his office door, hoping to hide my smile.
He huffs. “Try that again.”
“What’s wrong with Lorenzo? It’s your proper name, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but it’s generally only used when I do something bad. Did I do something bad, Miss Stewart?”
His voice is full of innuendo, and a rocket from nowhere shoots right between my thighs. The ache grows the more his words repeat in my head. Bad. Miss Stewart. Bad.
I snap back to reality when I see his dry cleaning slip on my desk. “Totally inappropriate.”
“Noted. But it’s Enzo, and we’re going to get very little work done until you call me that.”
“Noted,” I mimic his answer. My other line rings. “Shelby’s calling me.”
“Go.”
He hangs up, and I switch over. “Good morning, Shelby.”
“Good morning. We need to meet in Mr. Mancini’s office in ten minutes.”
“Okay.”
She hangs up, and Jake looks at me with wide eyes. I pick up my phone and dial his extension.
“We landed the Coddle account, so I think I’ll hear today what’s going to happen with my position in the company.”
His mouth hangs ajar until I laugh. “That’s awesome. Congratulations! You’re going to let me follow you down the golden path, right?”
“Just hop on my colorful train.”
It’s good to have a coworker who cheers for you to win instead of fail. Jake started right after me, but close enough that we’re in a gray area regarding which one of us will move up the ranks first.
“I heard there was a dinner?” He waggles his eyebrows.
Seriously, who does he get his info from?
“There was.”
“And you were invited?” he asks.
“I was.”
