feeling that working for Bradley, if that was ever going to happen, is not going to be any different than my last job. He’s whole “I’m the boss” and “I-take-what-I-want” attitude just doesn’t work with me.
Pushing Bradley out of my mind, I start reading my email. I already have over thirty job matches so that makes me feel a little better, even though I know that just because I see them on the screen is not a guarantee that I’ll get any offers. It is almost two in the morning when I finally turn off the computer. I look over my list of addresses and smile , pleased with the progress. Tomorrow, well today actually, is going to be a great, but busy, day and I can’t wait to start.
MARK
I didn’t know what time she got back and it was killing me. I tried to watch TV but got sick of all the reality shows. None of the guys were available to go out for a beer and I really didn’t feel like being alone at Frank’s. I just wanted Birdie home safe , but knew I had no right to tell her what to do. Of all the guys, she had to go and pick that asshole.
If she only knew who he really was, I know for a fact she wouldn’t give him the time of day. She is too good and too innocent to see behind his fake persona. I know if I try to tell her anything about him, I will end up the bad guy. So I just have to sit back and watch the train wreck and be there for her when it all falls down. That’s what I do best. Lame? Yes.
I wake up to the smell the fresh coffee, indication that she’s up and ready for the day. When I walk in the kitchen all I can see is her. No one has the right to look this good first thing in the morning. I get hard just watching her and I pray she doesn’t notice.
“Well it’s about time,” she smiles, hands on her hips ready to scold me. “I was about to go in there and make sure you’re alive.”
I just stand here like a statue, not able to make a sound. My brain is frozen and I swear for a second there I could hear the crickets playing in the background.
“Are you ok?” she waves both hands in front of my eyes, trying to get my attention.
“I’m sorry. What did you say?”
“I said are you ok? What’s wrong? You’re all weird and you look really pale.”
“Sorry, I just haven’t been sleeping too well lately. I have too much on my mind. The coffee smells good.” I walk around her, avoiding her gaze.
“Well if you’re sure you’re ok, I’m going to take off. I found a bunch of jobs online. I already called a few places and have interviews all day. Keep your fingers crossed for me. I’m so ready to go back to work, you don’t even know.”
She gives me a quick hug and rushes out of the room. I really hope she finds a job . That would keep her busy and away from any more dates with that creep. Also a job meant she was not going to have to work for him. I sip my coffee, smiling into my cup like an idiot. Who am I kidding? Finding a job will not change anything. Nothing will change unless I do something about it. I just have to find the right moment to tell her how I feel. Yeah, easier said than done.
“Ok, I’m off like a prom dress.” She looks all professional in her dark pencil skirt and crisp white blouse.
“Good luck, babe. I know you’ll find the perfect job today. I can feel it.”
She hugs me quickly then walks out the door. I don’t know how long I sat there looking at the door, trying to get the dirty thoughts out of my head.
SOFIA
Today was going to be great. I had a tank full of gas, a few bucks to my name, ready to face the day. You would think that would be enough. Yeah right. In spite of my positive attitude, every single appointment sucks. I’m being asked stupid questions like, “Where do you see yourself in five years from now?”, “Did you enjoy your last job?”, oh and my ultimate favorite, “What are you
Pushing Bradley out of my mind, I start reading my email. I already have over thirty job matches so that makes me feel a little better, even though I know that just because I see them on the screen is not a guarantee that I’ll get any offers. It is almost two in the morning when I finally turn off the computer. I look over my list of addresses and smile , pleased with the progress. Tomorrow, well today actually, is going to be a great, but busy, day and I can’t wait to start.
MARK
I didn’t know what time she got back and it was killing me. I tried to watch TV but got sick of all the reality shows. None of the guys were available to go out for a beer and I really didn’t feel like being alone at Frank’s. I just wanted Birdie home safe , but knew I had no right to tell her what to do. Of all the guys, she had to go and pick that asshole.
If she only knew who he really was, I know for a fact she wouldn’t give him the time of day. She is too good and too innocent to see behind his fake persona. I know if I try to tell her anything about him, I will end up the bad guy. So I just have to sit back and watch the train wreck and be there for her when it all falls down. That’s what I do best. Lame? Yes.
I wake up to the smell the fresh coffee, indication that she’s up and ready for the day. When I walk in the kitchen all I can see is her. No one has the right to look this good first thing in the morning. I get hard just watching her and I pray she doesn’t notice.
“Well it’s about time,” she smiles, hands on her hips ready to scold me. “I was about to go in there and make sure you’re alive.”
I just stand here like a statue, not able to make a sound. My brain is frozen and I swear for a second there I could hear the crickets playing in the background.
“Are you ok?” she waves both hands in front of my eyes, trying to get my attention.
“I’m sorry. What did you say?”
“I said are you ok? What’s wrong? You’re all weird and you look really pale.”
“Sorry, I just haven’t been sleeping too well lately. I have too much on my mind. The coffee smells good.” I walk around her, avoiding her gaze.
“Well if you’re sure you’re ok, I’m going to take off. I found a bunch of jobs online. I already called a few places and have interviews all day. Keep your fingers crossed for me. I’m so ready to go back to work, you don’t even know.”
She gives me a quick hug and rushes out of the room. I really hope she finds a job . That would keep her busy and away from any more dates with that creep. Also a job meant she was not going to have to work for him. I sip my coffee, smiling into my cup like an idiot. Who am I kidding? Finding a job will not change anything. Nothing will change unless I do something about it. I just have to find the right moment to tell her how I feel. Yeah, easier said than done.
“Ok, I’m off like a prom dress.” She looks all professional in her dark pencil skirt and crisp white blouse.
“Good luck, babe. I know you’ll find the perfect job today. I can feel it.”
She hugs me quickly then walks out the door. I don’t know how long I sat there looking at the door, trying to get the dirty thoughts out of my head.
SOFIA
Today was going to be great. I had a tank full of gas, a few bucks to my name, ready to face the day. You would think that would be enough. Yeah right. In spite of my positive attitude, every single appointment sucks. I’m being asked stupid questions like, “Where do you see yourself in five years from now?”, “Did you enjoy your last job?”, oh and my ultimate favorite, “What are you
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