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He called out from the bathroom, “Find out how many calories are in the baguffin.”
I raised one finger. “450 calories, 15 grams of fat. Most of it is saturated fat.”
“How do you know that?” He peered halfway out of the doorway.
Oh my. . .
I swear it didn’t look like he had his towel on. A dark patch of silky black hair began inches from his belly as he leaned out.
“Jasmine?” He laughed.
Oh my god!
I snapped my concentration back to his face.
Awesome. I demand that he not sexually harass me and then ogle him on the first day of work.
“How do you know the calories by heart?” he asked. “Excellent memory?”
“No. I count calories so I won’t gain weight. I was a fat kid.” I caught him licking his lips and he turned away. “I only eat half of the baguffin.”
“Then let’s split a baguffin each morning.” He pierced me with those green eyes. A thrill bubbled in my chest.
Stop that.
He disappeared back into the bathroom. “Pick a new flavor each morning. Let’s see if you can bring back some more of this excitement to my breakfast.”
I beamed with pride. “Okay.”
“Come on.” Lucy seized my hand and led me out of the office. “Wow. I thought you messed up, but you did great. Good idea with the new choices. Bad idea, of course, with insulting Bag and Brew.”
“Yes. That was rather embarrassing.”
We walked down a path outlined by rows of desks. Lucy continued to hold my hand, which felt awkward. I kept my hand limp in her grip.
Employees filled each desk. Some studied their computer or files. Others rushed to switch off their Facebook and Twitter pages.
Whispers lingered near areas with two or more people.
They studied me and continued their hushed conversation. I didn’t know if it was because I was the new girl or that I was the new black girl. I shook the thought away.
Stop that.
I had a tendency to be insecure when it came to race, always wondering if people were judging me based on bad stereotypes and if I was confirming those stereotypes.
“Ignore them.” Lucy made a mocking face at one woman pointing at us. “Lots of gossip happens on this level. I’ve asked Chase to move to the highest level where he can have an empty floor, but he refuses.”
“It sounds boring. He probably loves the noise and movement on this level.”
Lucy paused and gazed at me with a grin. “He actually said something like that. You’re perfect.”
Alrighty. She gets really excited about the simplest things.
Once we stepped on the elevator I had to ask, “So . . . does he always wear a towel to morning meetings?”
“Mostly. There’s a boxing gym on the third floor. He comes in early, punches things, then takes a shower in his office bathroom.”
Hopefully, I’ll start to find him unattractive when he’s half naked. Maybe like if a person eats lobster every day, and then after two months of nothing but lobster they crave a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
