with my parents.
Carson and I have so much in common. We are both big fans of sports. He is an avid tennis fan. He even flew to the French, Australian and US Open just to watch Nadal play. That is so crazy! I’ve only seen Nadal on the screen, but Carson promised to take me one day.
We also share a similar taste in music. He used to be a big fan of Jon Bon Jovi fan, but asked me to never tell a soul — as if I ever would. To top it off, like a true gentleman, at the end of the evening he kissed my hand and bid good night. He was so informal, which was weird. We were talking like we were old friends just hanging out in a posh restaurant.
He felt so different that night. I spent so much time fantasying about him, but after that night a week ago I’ve done it even more. I’ve seen the nice side of him that no one else sees. The boy that just wants to play and have fun. Flying across continents is nothing to someone of his status, yet he spoke about it like it was a big deal and it was the coolest thing in the world. It was nice.
At the end of the evening, he had his driver drive me home. Probably to avoid temptation. It was seventh heaven. I know that he wanted more, I made sure I wore my silver swing dress which emphasized my hips. I tied my blonde hair in a bun so he could see my full neckline.
He mentioned once that he liked it when I had my hair up, that way he could see my neckline, but when my hair was down he only saw part of my beauty. I wanted him to be in full view of all of my beauty at dinner and especially tonight, when our relationship was going to be sealed.
I couldn’t discuss it with anyone It had been killing me. I wanted to go home and see Mama and Pa, there was no way I would be able to hold off telling them. The whole idea of coming to the office every day and seeing him just makes it feel a bit suffocating.
Most of my friends work with me. I moved to the Big Apple nearly a year ago, so I hadn't had a chance to make any real friends. Also, Sandra and Katie are the biggest gossips, but I love their company. One word to them and the whole organization would know — all 5,340 employees in the New York office.
I signed the document and sent him a text saying I had done it. Carson said I should wait for him. Strange , I found myself thinking. I no longer referred to him as Mr. Reid. Well, not exactly, I do call him Carson, but mainly in my dreams and that night when we went to the restaurant, he said I should stop being so formal as it was making him uncomfortable. Funny, I can´t imagine anything making him feel that way. He was always in control and he never let his emotions show — except for that night at the restaurant when I saw him laugh and smile like he was really enjoying my company.
***
I waited for a long time. At Seven-thirty most people had left the office, especially on a Friday night. Sometimes I go with the guys in the finance department, who I often find myself working with. Normally, we go to a local bar called Fred’s, a couple of blocks away. It reminded me of the bar in the sitcom, Cheers. The one where everyone knows your name. In Fred’s everyone also knows your name and they also know what you’re having to drink. Nearly everyone is a regular and the owners are fantastic, down to earth people which is unusual in New York.
There is nothing like that in Montezuma, Kansas. So, it’s nice that everyone hangs out, talks about their weekend and then leaves, drunk and ready to pass out or hit the clubs.
The younger ones, such as myself, hit the clubs and dance the night away. Sometimes I feel like I’m in my late twenties or even older, so I need to call it a night by three, or four at the latest. The married ones tend to have their partners come join us, or they leave early and make their way home. I asked Carson to come once. He told me, “They’re my employees, not my friends.”
I often wondered if he had any
Carson and I have so much in common. We are both big fans of sports. He is an avid tennis fan. He even flew to the French, Australian and US Open just to watch Nadal play. That is so crazy! I’ve only seen Nadal on the screen, but Carson promised to take me one day.
We also share a similar taste in music. He used to be a big fan of Jon Bon Jovi fan, but asked me to never tell a soul — as if I ever would. To top it off, like a true gentleman, at the end of the evening he kissed my hand and bid good night. He was so informal, which was weird. We were talking like we were old friends just hanging out in a posh restaurant.
He felt so different that night. I spent so much time fantasying about him, but after that night a week ago I’ve done it even more. I’ve seen the nice side of him that no one else sees. The boy that just wants to play and have fun. Flying across continents is nothing to someone of his status, yet he spoke about it like it was a big deal and it was the coolest thing in the world. It was nice.
At the end of the evening, he had his driver drive me home. Probably to avoid temptation. It was seventh heaven. I know that he wanted more, I made sure I wore my silver swing dress which emphasized my hips. I tied my blonde hair in a bun so he could see my full neckline.
He mentioned once that he liked it when I had my hair up, that way he could see my neckline, but when my hair was down he only saw part of my beauty. I wanted him to be in full view of all of my beauty at dinner and especially tonight, when our relationship was going to be sealed.
I couldn’t discuss it with anyone It had been killing me. I wanted to go home and see Mama and Pa, there was no way I would be able to hold off telling them. The whole idea of coming to the office every day and seeing him just makes it feel a bit suffocating.
Most of my friends work with me. I moved to the Big Apple nearly a year ago, so I hadn't had a chance to make any real friends. Also, Sandra and Katie are the biggest gossips, but I love their company. One word to them and the whole organization would know — all 5,340 employees in the New York office.
I signed the document and sent him a text saying I had done it. Carson said I should wait for him. Strange , I found myself thinking. I no longer referred to him as Mr. Reid. Well, not exactly, I do call him Carson, but mainly in my dreams and that night when we went to the restaurant, he said I should stop being so formal as it was making him uncomfortable. Funny, I can´t imagine anything making him feel that way. He was always in control and he never let his emotions show — except for that night at the restaurant when I saw him laugh and smile like he was really enjoying my company.
***
I waited for a long time. At Seven-thirty most people had left the office, especially on a Friday night. Sometimes I go with the guys in the finance department, who I often find myself working with. Normally, we go to a local bar called Fred’s, a couple of blocks away. It reminded me of the bar in the sitcom, Cheers. The one where everyone knows your name. In Fred’s everyone also knows your name and they also know what you’re having to drink. Nearly everyone is a regular and the owners are fantastic, down to earth people which is unusual in New York.
There is nothing like that in Montezuma, Kansas. So, it’s nice that everyone hangs out, talks about their weekend and then leaves, drunk and ready to pass out or hit the clubs.
The younger ones, such as myself, hit the clubs and dance the night away. Sometimes I feel like I’m in my late twenties or even older, so I need to call it a night by three, or four at the latest. The married ones tend to have their partners come join us, or they leave early and make their way home. I asked Carson to come once. He told me, “They’re my employees, not my friends.”
I often wondered if he had any
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