Lake, a veteran reporter, asked as he walked by her desk. He paused to sit on the corner. “You wanted something better to cover and now that you have it, you complain.”
“I wasn’t complaining,” Taylor informed him, folding her arms in front of her body.
“Sounded like it to me,” he grunted. He was a short man with an impressive paunch. He kept his gray hair in a crew cut and his face cleanly shaved. He always dressed in a shirt and tie with pressed slacks and a sports coat that he usually slung neatly on the back of his chair.
She leaned back and eyed him suspiciously. “What’s the matter, Henry? Are you jealous that I’m female and caught a good story because I have intelligence? Are you threatened because I didn’t have to show a little cleavage or sleep with someone to get to where I am?” He laughed. “Mighty high opinion of yourself, huh? We all know better.”
Josh rose to his feet but Taylor held a hand out to him, signaling him to stop. “Well, maybe if you’d sleep with someone instead of relying on your nonexistent talent, you’d get better stories.”
He slid off her desk, an evil glare on his face. “You are such a little bitch.” She leaned forward, danger lurking in her hazel eyes. “Don’t forget it, either.” With one last dark glance, he stomped off to the break room.
Sinking into a chair, Josh burst with laughter. “Man! When did Henry become such a big fan of yours?” Taylor waved him off and returned to her computer. “He’s been that way with me since I was assigned Brady’s interview.” She went through her notes as she started working on her latest piece. She became so engrossed, she didn’t realize it was nearly lunch time until her cell phone rang and distracted her from her computer. She answered it without so much as a glance at the number on the screen.
“hello?”
“Hey love, how’s your day going?”
Her heart leapt as she smiled, swiveling her chair away from her computer to give him her full attention. “Just peachy. And yours?”
“Could be better. You didn’t wreck my car, did you?”
She laughed. “No, but I am supposed to meet a few guys from the back at lunch. I challenged them to a race. How fast does your car go, anyway?”
“Not very so don’t bother,” he said so seriously it caused her to laugh again. “My buddy is working on your car now, by the way. Did you know the air conditioning is out?”
“Really,” she asked sarcastically. “I hadn’t noticed.”
“Yeah. And the starter is out, too. He said he’d fix them both, but honestly love, why don’t you just get a new one?”
“Ha! On my paycheck? Are you kidding me?” she asked in disbelief. “Why don’t you just run out and buy me one Mr. Big League?” He snorted. “I’m still a rookie, remember? I don’t make the big bucks. Yet.”
She rolled her eyes. “I was kidding, Brady.”
“I wasn’t,” he told her cheekily. “Do you need one ticket or two tonight?”
“Just one. Is Kyle picking you up for batting practice?” she asked in a coy tone, smirk tugging at her lips.
“Yeah, why?”
Her smirk turned into a full grown grin. “You need to tell him to get you there early. You’ve been slumping lately, buddy.”
“Yeah, I know,” he groaned. “I have been slumping. But I do have a way to get over that particular problem.” Her pulse raced as her face flushed. “I’m not sure I want to hear it.”
“Probably not,” he quipped. “See you tonight, love.”
“Bye,” she said, ending the call with a sweet smile gracing her lips. She swiveled back to her computer and ignored the curious glance Josh gave her. She knew if she acknowledged him, he’d come over and lecture her on the dangers of dating Brady Nolan. She knew exactly what he’d say, too; he’d tell her he only wanted her to talk to him and get closure, not start dating him again and set herself up to be hurt once more. He’d hinted around about it ever since that night out
“I wasn’t complaining,” Taylor informed him, folding her arms in front of her body.
“Sounded like it to me,” he grunted. He was a short man with an impressive paunch. He kept his gray hair in a crew cut and his face cleanly shaved. He always dressed in a shirt and tie with pressed slacks and a sports coat that he usually slung neatly on the back of his chair.
She leaned back and eyed him suspiciously. “What’s the matter, Henry? Are you jealous that I’m female and caught a good story because I have intelligence? Are you threatened because I didn’t have to show a little cleavage or sleep with someone to get to where I am?” He laughed. “Mighty high opinion of yourself, huh? We all know better.”
Josh rose to his feet but Taylor held a hand out to him, signaling him to stop. “Well, maybe if you’d sleep with someone instead of relying on your nonexistent talent, you’d get better stories.”
He slid off her desk, an evil glare on his face. “You are such a little bitch.” She leaned forward, danger lurking in her hazel eyes. “Don’t forget it, either.” With one last dark glance, he stomped off to the break room.
Sinking into a chair, Josh burst with laughter. “Man! When did Henry become such a big fan of yours?” Taylor waved him off and returned to her computer. “He’s been that way with me since I was assigned Brady’s interview.” She went through her notes as she started working on her latest piece. She became so engrossed, she didn’t realize it was nearly lunch time until her cell phone rang and distracted her from her computer. She answered it without so much as a glance at the number on the screen.
“hello?”
“Hey love, how’s your day going?”
Her heart leapt as she smiled, swiveling her chair away from her computer to give him her full attention. “Just peachy. And yours?”
“Could be better. You didn’t wreck my car, did you?”
She laughed. “No, but I am supposed to meet a few guys from the back at lunch. I challenged them to a race. How fast does your car go, anyway?”
“Not very so don’t bother,” he said so seriously it caused her to laugh again. “My buddy is working on your car now, by the way. Did you know the air conditioning is out?”
“Really,” she asked sarcastically. “I hadn’t noticed.”
“Yeah. And the starter is out, too. He said he’d fix them both, but honestly love, why don’t you just get a new one?”
“Ha! On my paycheck? Are you kidding me?” she asked in disbelief. “Why don’t you just run out and buy me one Mr. Big League?” He snorted. “I’m still a rookie, remember? I don’t make the big bucks. Yet.”
She rolled her eyes. “I was kidding, Brady.”
“I wasn’t,” he told her cheekily. “Do you need one ticket or two tonight?”
“Just one. Is Kyle picking you up for batting practice?” she asked in a coy tone, smirk tugging at her lips.
“Yeah, why?”
Her smirk turned into a full grown grin. “You need to tell him to get you there early. You’ve been slumping lately, buddy.”
“Yeah, I know,” he groaned. “I have been slumping. But I do have a way to get over that particular problem.” Her pulse raced as her face flushed. “I’m not sure I want to hear it.”
“Probably not,” he quipped. “See you tonight, love.”
“Bye,” she said, ending the call with a sweet smile gracing her lips. She swiveled back to her computer and ignored the curious glance Josh gave her. She knew if she acknowledged him, he’d come over and lecture her on the dangers of dating Brady Nolan. She knew exactly what he’d say, too; he’d tell her he only wanted her to talk to him and get closure, not start dating him again and set herself up to be hurt once more. He’d hinted around about it ever since that night out
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