life-time.” And now I work with the anti-Christ.
~*~*~*~
Sean looked at Krista with a pained
expression. Until that second, he hadn’t realized how sad she was.
How devastated. He’d done to her what Jim had, but with emotional
sabotage instead of physical. It was what he’d always feared he
would do, and then he did it. Now he saw it first-hand and it
pierced him. He shouldn’t have come back, and definitely shouldn’t
have been expecting quick forgiveness.
But he couldn’t give up hope that she would
forgive him one day. He had no other options; nothing else to do;
nowhere else to be. She was it. Cassie thought of her as family,
and it took her visit to San Francisco to drive that feeling home
to him as well. He couldn’t give up on her. He would wait. She had
waited without knowing it, and now he would. It was only fair.
“Krista, though I appreciate it, and it will
make me successful in what I’m trying to do here, I think you are
overdoing it a bit. I’ve heard how much you’re working lately.
You’re young. Enjoy your life. I don’t need everything done in an
instant. I don’t expect that of you.”
“As my boss, I thank you for your concern.
I’m just trying to do what I do best—kick butt and take names.”
“And as your friend?”
She paused a second. “Honestly, as my friend,
go back to spying on me if you want, but I’m not really interested
in your advice.”
Ouch . He might be waiting a while.
“Noted.”
“If that’s all?”
“Yes, Kris--ta.”
Chapter Eight
Krista lowered her eyes. She was glad he
refrained from calling her Krissy. That would have made her
cry.
She made her way back. Instead of going to
her office, she went to Kate’s cube. Kate looked up as she leaned
against the flimsy cube wall. “I need to get outrageously drunk
tonight.”
“Uh oh. Bad meeting?”
“Don’t want to talk about it. But I do want to forget about it. Harry’s Lounge after work?”
“I’m in. I’ll let Jaz and Ben know.”
Krista sighed and went to her desk. Once
there, she emailed Marcus, telling him to head to Harry’s after he
got off, and bring some hot, single, fun friends. She was going to
get drunk, then maybe get laid. An instant after she hit send,
Marcus called.
“Marcus.”
“Geegee, I have a great many hot, single, fun
friends. I need it narrowed down. Are we talking girlfriends of the
male persuasion, or did you have something a little more naughty in
mind?”
“I’m looking for straight, Marcus, and
definitely not employed by this company.”
“Ooooooh, Geegee is letting her slut out.
Loving it! And dare I say about time—you need to grease the wheels
once in a while to make sure everything still works. I’ll be there
with bells on.”
“For the love of God, Marcus, don’t wear the
bells again!”
He laughed as he hung up. She wrapped up a
couple things in a daze, then left a smidge early. She wanted to
get changed into something slutty to coincide with her mood.
The bar they were going to was a dive with a
young crowd. There were bands on Friday and Saturday nights, the
drinks were cheap, and it was great fun. Krista walked in wearing a
slinky blue number with four-inch heels. She had cleavage and legs
for days. She looked hot and had the reckless confidence to pull it
off. It was not a dress she could wear all the time, but tonight,
she would rock the hell out of it.
Kate and Jasmine were at the bar. As Krista
headed to them, Marcus stepped in front of her wearing a red shirt
that hugged his body, and tight black slacks.
“Girl, look at you ! You look fab! I
have a slew of available straight men en route. I told them a drop
dead gorgeous girl was looking for a hunk. Good to see I didn’t
steer them wrong.”
“Marcus, please never use hunk in my
presence again.”
He laughed delightedly. “So how was the
meeting with the young stud?”
She made a face, getting out of the way from
a waitress passing by with a tray of
~*~*~*~
Sean looked at Krista with a pained
expression. Until that second, he hadn’t realized how sad she was.
How devastated. He’d done to her what Jim had, but with emotional
sabotage instead of physical. It was what he’d always feared he
would do, and then he did it. Now he saw it first-hand and it
pierced him. He shouldn’t have come back, and definitely shouldn’t
have been expecting quick forgiveness.
But he couldn’t give up hope that she would
forgive him one day. He had no other options; nothing else to do;
nowhere else to be. She was it. Cassie thought of her as family,
and it took her visit to San Francisco to drive that feeling home
to him as well. He couldn’t give up on her. He would wait. She had
waited without knowing it, and now he would. It was only fair.
“Krista, though I appreciate it, and it will
make me successful in what I’m trying to do here, I think you are
overdoing it a bit. I’ve heard how much you’re working lately.
You’re young. Enjoy your life. I don’t need everything done in an
instant. I don’t expect that of you.”
“As my boss, I thank you for your concern.
I’m just trying to do what I do best—kick butt and take names.”
“And as your friend?”
She paused a second. “Honestly, as my friend,
go back to spying on me if you want, but I’m not really interested
in your advice.”
Ouch . He might be waiting a while.
“Noted.”
“If that’s all?”
“Yes, Kris--ta.”
Chapter Eight
Krista lowered her eyes. She was glad he
refrained from calling her Krissy. That would have made her
cry.
She made her way back. Instead of going to
her office, she went to Kate’s cube. Kate looked up as she leaned
against the flimsy cube wall. “I need to get outrageously drunk
tonight.”
“Uh oh. Bad meeting?”
“Don’t want to talk about it. But I do want to forget about it. Harry’s Lounge after work?”
“I’m in. I’ll let Jaz and Ben know.”
Krista sighed and went to her desk. Once
there, she emailed Marcus, telling him to head to Harry’s after he
got off, and bring some hot, single, fun friends. She was going to
get drunk, then maybe get laid. An instant after she hit send,
Marcus called.
“Marcus.”
“Geegee, I have a great many hot, single, fun
friends. I need it narrowed down. Are we talking girlfriends of the
male persuasion, or did you have something a little more naughty in
mind?”
“I’m looking for straight, Marcus, and
definitely not employed by this company.”
“Ooooooh, Geegee is letting her slut out.
Loving it! And dare I say about time—you need to grease the wheels
once in a while to make sure everything still works. I’ll be there
with bells on.”
“For the love of God, Marcus, don’t wear the
bells again!”
He laughed as he hung up. She wrapped up a
couple things in a daze, then left a smidge early. She wanted to
get changed into something slutty to coincide with her mood.
The bar they were going to was a dive with a
young crowd. There were bands on Friday and Saturday nights, the
drinks were cheap, and it was great fun. Krista walked in wearing a
slinky blue number with four-inch heels. She had cleavage and legs
for days. She looked hot and had the reckless confidence to pull it
off. It was not a dress she could wear all the time, but tonight,
she would rock the hell out of it.
Kate and Jasmine were at the bar. As Krista
headed to them, Marcus stepped in front of her wearing a red shirt
that hugged his body, and tight black slacks.
“Girl, look at you ! You look fab! I
have a slew of available straight men en route. I told them a drop
dead gorgeous girl was looking for a hunk. Good to see I didn’t
steer them wrong.”
“Marcus, please never use hunk in my
presence again.”
He laughed delightedly. “So how was the
meeting with the young stud?”
She made a face, getting out of the way from
a waitress passing by with a tray of
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