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Shit! I’d lost count again.
I zeroed the calculator and started over.
Click…clack click…clack…
Argh! For fuck’s sake!
Sheila paraded past my door, her boobs threatening to pop out of her low-cut, skintight dress.
I wasn’t biased when I said Steven could have any woman he wanted. The bitches at work were lining up for him. I practically had to beat them off with a stick.
Note to self: buy a stick.
The last three days seemed to be worse than usual. Was the desire to ring in the New Year with someone instead of as a single spinster driving them to desperation? I glanced at the clock. They had thirteen hours to find a date.
Would I have a date tonight? We hadn’t talked about New Year’s Eve or the weekend. Would he want to spend more time with me?
Another clicking marathon went past his office.
The constant, not-so-subtle appearances were driving me crazy. How was I supposed to concentrate with that incessant clacking? And why did they all have to wear heels? We were professional women in the Finance Industry, not a bunch of desperate bimbos auditioning forThe Bachelor.
Click…clack…
I jumped out of my chair and marched to the door.
Slam.
I couldn’t blame my co-workers. My infatuation with my boss was greater than theirs. I still couldn’t quite understand where my love for Steven came from, but I knew it wasn’t about the money. I’d rather earn my own cash.
It wasn’t his gorgeous looks either, although I wasn’t complaining about his yumminess. But looks weren’t enough for me to fall in love. Gorgeous men never affected me. In fact, it was the opposite. I had never trusted hot guys.
Bzzzzz.
I turned my phone over to look at the screen.
Loverboy:You ok?
Me:Yep. Just needed some quiet to work.
Loverboy:I’ll send out a memo: No one dare walk in front of the intern’s office while she’s working!
Me:Humor is not your thing. Stick to numbers.
Loverboy:What??? I’m hilarious! Everyone tells me so.
Me:Does ‘everyone’ always happen to be female?
Loverboy:Is my little kitten jealous?
Loverboy:Terrible nickname. I retract that last comment.
Loverboy:Is my genius of a girlfriend jealous?
I stared at that last text. The sixth word.
Girlfriend.
I was all butterflies now. He wrote I was hisgirlfriend.He had never said it before. My heart expanded to every corner of the room.
