drinks. “He might actually be
more demanding now than when he was our boss at Dexico.”
“Impossible.”
“Possible. Probable. Realistic…able.”
“Well, so far he hasn’t been able to move me
into a position directly under him. Figuratively speaking, of
course—otherwise under him would be just fine. Alas, I’m safe for
the time being. Speaking of, he is earning a worse reputation than
you have.”
It was like a person on a diet eating a bar
of chocolate. She knew she shouldn’t listen, she knew it
would just end up hurting more, but she couldn’t help herself.
“I didn’t think that was possible.”
Marcus put his hand lightly on Krista’s
shoulder and steered her toward the bar. He did it in such a way
that they were both on display. It was a move the guy probably did
constantly.
“The managers are squawking with how much
work he has already given them. They say he has unreal
expectations. I think we can relate. But he won’t budge with the
goals he sets. They’re calling him a ball buster. Well, that and a
pretty boy.”
“All true.”
“The women in the company are gaga over him.
A Senior VP salary in a young, hot bod? They’re sold. Half my
department is trying to—“
“Marcus,” Krista held up a hand for him to
stop, then used the same hand to wave at the male bartender. With
the way he smiled at her, she’d get a few free drinks tonight. “I
don’t want to know.”
Marcus looked at her closely. “You’re still
gone on him, huh? I thought that was over.”
“Yeah. It is. His choice two-and-a-half years
ago. Then again six months ago.”
“Uh oh. Bitter Betty needs a shot! Lemme get
a hot straight man over here to buy it for you. Hold on.” Marcus
started gesturing to someone or other as Jasmine and Kate came
over, arguing about which was more potent, a double shot of whisky,
or a Long Island Iced Tea.
Once they all had seats together, they
commenced upending drinks into their faces.
Half a night later, Krista was buzzed and
surrounded by a crowd of good looking men giving her, Kate, and
Jasmine endless attention. She was having a fantastic time! There
were a few people from work, but they were all cool, so Krista
didn’t worry about making an ass of herself. Luckily, as Marcus
promised, none of the hot men doting on her were a part of the work
crew.
She was at the bar, instructing one of the
hot men in what she wanted to drink, when from behind her came,
“Krista.”
It was as if a tongue licked up her spine.
Krista’s back went rigid. She slowly turned around, forgetting
completely about her drink or the hoard of available men vying for
her attention.
Sean was lounging at the bar, looking at her
with a confident smirk. He was wearing blue jeans and a white,
ribbed, button down shirt that showed his flawless biceps and
hinted at his mouthwatering pecks.
Mentally she was furiously clicking the heels
of her sparkly red shoes.
“Hi, Sean. Didn’t expect you here.”
Sean surveyed the bar, getting the lay of the
land, before his eyes came to rest on hers. They didn’t waver. “I
was told it would be a good time. I see you took my advice.” Krista
felt heat lick her where his eyes raked over her body. “You look
beautiful.”
“Thanks. Yeah, thought I’d get wild tonight.
I haven’t had a decent hangover in a while.”
The nameless hot man that was getting her a
drink touched her shoulder. She turned to him, smiled, grabbed the
drink, winked, and told him she’d see him in a minute. She was
being a huge cock-tease to all of her followers. That was
part of the profile.
She was sitting on her stool with her legs
crossed, most of her left leg showing through the large slit in the
dress. She swiveled half-way back to Sean, now facing away from the
bar, surveying the scene.
“Your admirers?” he asked with infallible
confidence, looking pointedly across her body to the hot men.
“Um, yeah, I guess. You know what it’s
like.”
“I do, yes. As you
more demanding now than when he was our boss at Dexico.”
“Impossible.”
“Possible. Probable. Realistic…able.”
“Well, so far he hasn’t been able to move me
into a position directly under him. Figuratively speaking, of
course—otherwise under him would be just fine. Alas, I’m safe for
the time being. Speaking of, he is earning a worse reputation than
you have.”
It was like a person on a diet eating a bar
of chocolate. She knew she shouldn’t listen, she knew it
would just end up hurting more, but she couldn’t help herself.
“I didn’t think that was possible.”
Marcus put his hand lightly on Krista’s
shoulder and steered her toward the bar. He did it in such a way
that they were both on display. It was a move the guy probably did
constantly.
“The managers are squawking with how much
work he has already given them. They say he has unreal
expectations. I think we can relate. But he won’t budge with the
goals he sets. They’re calling him a ball buster. Well, that and a
pretty boy.”
“All true.”
“The women in the company are gaga over him.
A Senior VP salary in a young, hot bod? They’re sold. Half my
department is trying to—“
“Marcus,” Krista held up a hand for him to
stop, then used the same hand to wave at the male bartender. With
the way he smiled at her, she’d get a few free drinks tonight. “I
don’t want to know.”
Marcus looked at her closely. “You’re still
gone on him, huh? I thought that was over.”
“Yeah. It is. His choice two-and-a-half years
ago. Then again six months ago.”
“Uh oh. Bitter Betty needs a shot! Lemme get
a hot straight man over here to buy it for you. Hold on.” Marcus
started gesturing to someone or other as Jasmine and Kate came
over, arguing about which was more potent, a double shot of whisky,
or a Long Island Iced Tea.
Once they all had seats together, they
commenced upending drinks into their faces.
Half a night later, Krista was buzzed and
surrounded by a crowd of good looking men giving her, Kate, and
Jasmine endless attention. She was having a fantastic time! There
were a few people from work, but they were all cool, so Krista
didn’t worry about making an ass of herself. Luckily, as Marcus
promised, none of the hot men doting on her were a part of the work
crew.
She was at the bar, instructing one of the
hot men in what she wanted to drink, when from behind her came,
“Krista.”
It was as if a tongue licked up her spine.
Krista’s back went rigid. She slowly turned around, forgetting
completely about her drink or the hoard of available men vying for
her attention.
Sean was lounging at the bar, looking at her
with a confident smirk. He was wearing blue jeans and a white,
ribbed, button down shirt that showed his flawless biceps and
hinted at his mouthwatering pecks.
Mentally she was furiously clicking the heels
of her sparkly red shoes.
“Hi, Sean. Didn’t expect you here.”
Sean surveyed the bar, getting the lay of the
land, before his eyes came to rest on hers. They didn’t waver. “I
was told it would be a good time. I see you took my advice.” Krista
felt heat lick her where his eyes raked over her body. “You look
beautiful.”
“Thanks. Yeah, thought I’d get wild tonight.
I haven’t had a decent hangover in a while.”
The nameless hot man that was getting her a
drink touched her shoulder. She turned to him, smiled, grabbed the
drink, winked, and told him she’d see him in a minute. She was
being a huge cock-tease to all of her followers. That was
part of the profile.
She was sitting on her stool with her legs
crossed, most of her left leg showing through the large slit in the
dress. She swiveled half-way back to Sean, now facing away from the
bar, surveying the scene.
“Your admirers?” he asked with infallible
confidence, looking pointedly across her body to the hot men.
“Um, yeah, I guess. You know what it’s
like.”
“I do, yes. As you
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