down drag out fight right there in my
living room.
But
to my surprise, Trent didn't retaliate. He rubbed his jaw for a second and then
said, "See you Monday, Mahogany," before grabbing his keys and
leaving.
Chapter 17: Hair Accessories
Hair
Accessories: This doesn’t mean your run of the mill scrunchies or head bands. With curly textured hair, you can really get creative with hair
accessories and turn a potential bad hair day into a hair victory. Get
creative. Anything from flowers to scarves to even jewelry can be a hair
accessory.
~~~
I
dreaded seeing Trent that Monday morning. I didn't know why really. It wasn't
like we had done anything. Now that would be awkward. I still didn't understand how coworkers were able to casually
sleep together one night and then look at each other the next day at work. The
thought kind of grossed me out.
Anyway,
I didn't want to see Trent because I was just really embarrassed at how Vinny had behaved. I still couldn't believe he had punched
Trent. Seeta was right. Vinny was like a ten-year-old. And I was like one of his toys. He didn't want me, but
he also didn't want anyone else to have me.
But
as hard as it was to believe that Vinny had punched
Trent, it was even harder to believe that Trent hadn't punched him back. I
mean, I had gotten a glimpse of Trent's physique that night and he definitely
had all the equipment to put Vinny in a world of
hurt, but he didn't.
I
tried to sleep in Monday Morning. For me that means 7 a.m. I usually hop out of
bed at six no matter what. That morning I forced myself to stay in bed until
seven. I dressed slowly and took my time with breakfast. Even moving at a
snail's pace, I was still ready to leave the house at eight which meant I would
get to work by 8:30. Still too early. I didn't want to
run the risk of having too much alone time with Trent. And considering that
most of our coworkers had now started arriving at 9:30 or 10, I decided to try
to delay myself even more.
Apparently,
Trent and I thought too much alike because even though we both usually get to
work about a quarter to 8, that Monday morning we both
arrived at 9:15.
Trent
and I hesitated at the elevator door. What if it broke down again and we were
stuck alone for an hour.
"I'm
going to take the stairs," he said when the elevator arrived on the ground
floor.
"Don't
be ridiculous, Trent. Just get in."
It
didn't get stuck. We arrived on our still empty floor seconds later. Trent held
the door open and let me step out first. I got a whiff of his cologne and had
to keep myself from leaning into him and taking a deep breath. He smelled
really good. Had he always smelled that good?
"Thanks
again for Friday night," he said as he was about to retreat to the break
room.
"Trent wait ," I said after setting down my purse.
"Can I ask you something?"
Trent
walked towards our desks and put down his briefcase. He didn't say anything. In
his regular Trent way, he just stared at me. I decided to just go ahead and
ask.
"Why
didn't you hit him back?" I asked finally.
He
took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Was he cursing in his head? Since he
didn't take out any money to add to the jar I assumed not. But I could tell
there was a lot going on in his head.
"I
wanted to. I really did. But you still love him and we still have to work
together. There are enough people who hate me at this job. I don't need to add
another."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who says I still love Vinny ?"
"No
one has to say. You forget. I'm an expert at knowing when a woman is in love
with another man." He stared into my eyes for several moments.
He
was right of course. For all his faults, I still loved Vinny .
I had been with him so long it was almost like I didn't know how not to love him.
"But
trust me," Trent said still staring at me. "If that ever changes, I
will gladly knock the sh -" Trent pressed his eyes shut then reached into his pocket. "You get
my point," he said after dropping a dollar into
living room.
But
to my surprise, Trent didn't retaliate. He rubbed his jaw for a second and then
said, "See you Monday, Mahogany," before grabbing his keys and
leaving.
Chapter 17: Hair Accessories
Hair
Accessories: This doesn’t mean your run of the mill scrunchies or head bands. With curly textured hair, you can really get creative with hair
accessories and turn a potential bad hair day into a hair victory. Get
creative. Anything from flowers to scarves to even jewelry can be a hair
accessory.
~~~
I
dreaded seeing Trent that Monday morning. I didn't know why really. It wasn't
like we had done anything. Now that would be awkward. I still didn't understand how coworkers were able to casually
sleep together one night and then look at each other the next day at work. The
thought kind of grossed me out.
Anyway,
I didn't want to see Trent because I was just really embarrassed at how Vinny had behaved. I still couldn't believe he had punched
Trent. Seeta was right. Vinny was like a ten-year-old. And I was like one of his toys. He didn't want me, but
he also didn't want anyone else to have me.
But
as hard as it was to believe that Vinny had punched
Trent, it was even harder to believe that Trent hadn't punched him back. I
mean, I had gotten a glimpse of Trent's physique that night and he definitely
had all the equipment to put Vinny in a world of
hurt, but he didn't.
I
tried to sleep in Monday Morning. For me that means 7 a.m. I usually hop out of
bed at six no matter what. That morning I forced myself to stay in bed until
seven. I dressed slowly and took my time with breakfast. Even moving at a
snail's pace, I was still ready to leave the house at eight which meant I would
get to work by 8:30. Still too early. I didn't want to
run the risk of having too much alone time with Trent. And considering that
most of our coworkers had now started arriving at 9:30 or 10, I decided to try
to delay myself even more.
Apparently,
Trent and I thought too much alike because even though we both usually get to
work about a quarter to 8, that Monday morning we both
arrived at 9:15.
Trent
and I hesitated at the elevator door. What if it broke down again and we were
stuck alone for an hour.
"I'm
going to take the stairs," he said when the elevator arrived on the ground
floor.
"Don't
be ridiculous, Trent. Just get in."
It
didn't get stuck. We arrived on our still empty floor seconds later. Trent held
the door open and let me step out first. I got a whiff of his cologne and had
to keep myself from leaning into him and taking a deep breath. He smelled
really good. Had he always smelled that good?
"Thanks
again for Friday night," he said as he was about to retreat to the break
room.
"Trent wait ," I said after setting down my purse.
"Can I ask you something?"
Trent
walked towards our desks and put down his briefcase. He didn't say anything. In
his regular Trent way, he just stared at me. I decided to just go ahead and
ask.
"Why
didn't you hit him back?" I asked finally.
He
took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Was he cursing in his head? Since he
didn't take out any money to add to the jar I assumed not. But I could tell
there was a lot going on in his head.
"I
wanted to. I really did. But you still love him and we still have to work
together. There are enough people who hate me at this job. I don't need to add
another."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who says I still love Vinny ?"
"No
one has to say. You forget. I'm an expert at knowing when a woman is in love
with another man." He stared into my eyes for several moments.
He
was right of course. For all his faults, I still loved Vinny .
I had been with him so long it was almost like I didn't know how not to love him.
"But
trust me," Trent said still staring at me. "If that ever changes, I
will gladly knock the sh -" Trent pressed his eyes shut then reached into his pocket. "You get
my point," he said after dropping a dollar into
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