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I met a guy who’s hardcore about his love of motorcycles. A guy who drives a truck, and surfs, and has more muscles than I’ve seen on Bowflex ads… and…
“You’re a Swiftie?” I ask, mid-giggle.
“I don’t know if I’d call myself that.” He chuckles again. “I blame my nieces for the fact I know way too many of the words. Hey, you’re here for your bag, right?”
“How’d you know?”
“I tried to do some work last night and realized I had your laptop by mistake.”
“Wait—you were trying to put in extra hours on vacation?”
“I know I might come off as a slacker, but I’m really not. I got a text from Chad, and he’s happy about that realtor I got him in touch with. Things are looking up for him, I guess. He hinted that he’ll take another look at that email sequence and reconsider his complaint.”
In my periphery, I see that Jack’s lips are moving. He is talking at a fast clip, too fast for my swooning brain.
He’s saying something about Chad.
I should be paying attention.
But the fact that he isn’t wearing pants, or shorts, or—eek—even boxers or briefs right now is throwing me for a loop.
As in, I’m riding a rollercoaster.
It’s wild and delightful, and perhaps exactly the fun Alexis told me to seek out.
Collecting my computer bag from my fellow Sales Lead shouldn't be this fun.
“Hrm. Good, wow, great.” I murmur. Am I even making sense?
He chuckles. “You tracking with me, Sport?”
“Sport? You mean me?”
“You.”
I push my hair behind my ear and dare look at him. “I’m with you. Great. That’s, ah hem… great that Chad is in an improved mood. Could you—maybe—go get dressed or something?”
“Oh. Yeah, right. I’d apologize, except you did sorta let yourself in.” His eyes dance with amusement.
“I know, I know… Totally my bad.” I bite my lip before I let it slip out that this is exactly what my lonely life needed, and I am loving every single second of this.
“Okay. Yeah, I’m on it. I’ll throw some shorts on. But just real quick—let me follow up on this before I forget ’cause I’m supposed to have a call with him today, and I know you want to be in the loop. We’ll talk through the new sequence you provided, and he’ll let me know if he’s cool with it. If he is, we’re all set. Sound good?”
“Um…”
I can’t form even one coherent thought.
My life has been starved for exactly this, but I’m overwhelmed by how it’s hitting me.
It’s his pheromones. Has to be his pheromones.
Just don’t breathe in, Hazel.
Ugh.
They must be seeping through my pores.
I stay leaning near the couch. This is much easier with a little support, and if I stare down at the cotton twill, I don’t have to look at him.
