would delay my
leaving for my day. I opened Janet's door and she glanced up, motioning me in,
and then looked back at the stack of papers on her desk.
I sat down and waited
while Janet finished scanning the document before her. She finally looked up,
smiling.
"How did you like
your first week?"
"It was great!
Everyone's been really helpful and it's been interesting to work on your
accounts."
"I'm happy to hear
that. I just wanted to let you know that I thought you did a terrific job this
week. I'm glad that you took initiative on things, like researching
Canonfield's competitors without me having to ask you."
Canonfield, a
pharmaceutical company, was Janet's biggest client and I knew it was her top
priority, so I had done some additional research about its competitors' current
drug trials for Janet to review. I was appreciative of Janet's recognition of
my work. Even though she was usually in work mode, delegating responsibilities
in a no-nonsense style, she reminded me that she was human with glimpses of
humor and kindness.
"Thanks, Janet.
I'm really enjoying working here so far."
"Great,"
Janet said with a smile. "You can leave for the day. I won't be here much
longer. Have a good weekend." She looked back down at the report on her
desk, clearly dismissing me.
"You too!" I
closed her office door behind me and saw Celeste's head peeping up above her
cubicle wall.
"You
leaving?"
I nodded excitedly. I
had already told Celeste about my date with Jackson tonight and she had made me
promise to memorize every detail so I could fill her in on Monday.
I powered down my
computer and grabbed my purse from my desk drawer.
"Have a great
weekend, Celeste."
"You too,"
she said with a sly wink. "Remember, I want all the details."
I laughed as I slung my
purse over my shoulder. The subway ride home was quick which was fortunate
because I was stuck in a car with no air conditioning. Even the oppressive heat
of being underground in a poorly ventilated subway car couldn't dampen my
spirits.
Claire wasn't home when
I got to the apartment. She had been up early again this morning and I had told
her I was coming to see her show tonight after having dinner with Jackson. She
seemed excited and made me promise to go out for drinks with her afterwards. I
didn't think Jackson would mind going out for a few drinks so I agreed.
I had an hour to get
ready so I took a leisurely shower. As I let the warm water run over my body, I
couldn't help but remember Jackson's hands on me, caressing me in places I had
never thought of as erotic. His soft kiss on the back of my knee had sent
chills running through my body. I was taut with the anticipation of feeling his
lips on me again.
I turned off the water
and got out of the shower before my wayward thoughts made me late. I had texted
Jackson earlier today, not knowing how I should dress for dinner. He had
replied to dress casually although he wouldn't tell me where we were going. So
I slipped on a pair of skintight dark jeans that I knew did wonders for my ass,
pairing it with a black halter top and black high heels.
I took time with my
makeup instead of the usual swipe of mascara and lipstick I applied most
mornings. Smoky eyes and dark red lips completed the look and I brushed my hair
until it was shiny and smooth. I studied myself in the mirror, turning my head
from one side to the other.
Not bad, I thought. With my short stature and curvy figure I
wouldn't be gracing any runways, but I was satisfied that I looked my best.
I checked the clock in
the living room since I didn't want to wear a watch with my outfit and saw that
it was six-fifteen. I sat down on the couch, nervously tapping my foot. I tried
flipping through a magazine, but I just ended up staring at the pages
unseeingly. I had given up on the magazine and was going to flick on the
television when I heard the front door buzzer. I ran over and pressed the
button to speak.
"Hello?"
"It's
Jackson."
"Come on up,"
I replied as I
leaving for my day. I opened Janet's door and she glanced up, motioning me in,
and then looked back at the stack of papers on her desk.
I sat down and waited
while Janet finished scanning the document before her. She finally looked up,
smiling.
"How did you like
your first week?"
"It was great!
Everyone's been really helpful and it's been interesting to work on your
accounts."
"I'm happy to hear
that. I just wanted to let you know that I thought you did a terrific job this
week. I'm glad that you took initiative on things, like researching
Canonfield's competitors without me having to ask you."
Canonfield, a
pharmaceutical company, was Janet's biggest client and I knew it was her top
priority, so I had done some additional research about its competitors' current
drug trials for Janet to review. I was appreciative of Janet's recognition of
my work. Even though she was usually in work mode, delegating responsibilities
in a no-nonsense style, she reminded me that she was human with glimpses of
humor and kindness.
"Thanks, Janet.
I'm really enjoying working here so far."
"Great,"
Janet said with a smile. "You can leave for the day. I won't be here much
longer. Have a good weekend." She looked back down at the report on her
desk, clearly dismissing me.
"You too!" I
closed her office door behind me and saw Celeste's head peeping up above her
cubicle wall.
"You
leaving?"
I nodded excitedly. I
had already told Celeste about my date with Jackson tonight and she had made me
promise to memorize every detail so I could fill her in on Monday.
I powered down my
computer and grabbed my purse from my desk drawer.
"Have a great
weekend, Celeste."
"You too,"
she said with a sly wink. "Remember, I want all the details."
I laughed as I slung my
purse over my shoulder. The subway ride home was quick which was fortunate
because I was stuck in a car with no air conditioning. Even the oppressive heat
of being underground in a poorly ventilated subway car couldn't dampen my
spirits.
Claire wasn't home when
I got to the apartment. She had been up early again this morning and I had told
her I was coming to see her show tonight after having dinner with Jackson. She
seemed excited and made me promise to go out for drinks with her afterwards. I
didn't think Jackson would mind going out for a few drinks so I agreed.
I had an hour to get
ready so I took a leisurely shower. As I let the warm water run over my body, I
couldn't help but remember Jackson's hands on me, caressing me in places I had
never thought of as erotic. His soft kiss on the back of my knee had sent
chills running through my body. I was taut with the anticipation of feeling his
lips on me again.
I turned off the water
and got out of the shower before my wayward thoughts made me late. I had texted
Jackson earlier today, not knowing how I should dress for dinner. He had
replied to dress casually although he wouldn't tell me where we were going. So
I slipped on a pair of skintight dark jeans that I knew did wonders for my ass,
pairing it with a black halter top and black high heels.
I took time with my
makeup instead of the usual swipe of mascara and lipstick I applied most
mornings. Smoky eyes and dark red lips completed the look and I brushed my hair
until it was shiny and smooth. I studied myself in the mirror, turning my head
from one side to the other.
Not bad, I thought. With my short stature and curvy figure I
wouldn't be gracing any runways, but I was satisfied that I looked my best.
I checked the clock in
the living room since I didn't want to wear a watch with my outfit and saw that
it was six-fifteen. I sat down on the couch, nervously tapping my foot. I tried
flipping through a magazine, but I just ended up staring at the pages
unseeingly. I had given up on the magazine and was going to flick on the
television when I heard the front door buzzer. I ran over and pressed the
button to speak.
"Hello?"
"It's
Jackson."
"Come on up,"
I replied as I
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