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“Oh, and can you bring me some coffee before you start?”
“Yes of course.” she says, standing and smoothing down her suit. She looks so corporate. It’s amazing what a change of clothes can do for a person. “Thank you again, by the way, for Saturday…and my little bonus, I love them.”
“You’re most welcome, but just keep it between us.” I wink at her and she goes to her office.
Hearing my door click shut, I close my eyes and rub the tiredness away from my temples.
Nineteen
Margie
As soon as I put these clothes on this morning, I knew they would change my whole outlook. Gone was the boring geek. Here to stay was the new, confident, stylish assistant. I was sick of being a nerd. I was sick of being a nobody. When I stood next to Reagan, I felt like I didn’t meet anyone’s standard, most of all hers.
I needed her to accept me.
I needed her to see me as a professional.
After leaving her office with my assignment, I kicked off my new pumps beneath the desk. I hadn’t realized how much they’d make my feet ache. I’ll be soaking them every night after work at this rate.
A text message makes the cell in my purse go off. I glance into Reagan’s office and see that she’s deep in concentration. I’m sure he’s responding to the picture I sent earlier, but I’ll save it for later. Leave him hanging and all that. So, I take my cell out, keeping it beneath the desk just in case.
I’ve been seeing this guy for a couple of weeks now, but we’re keeping it a secret, more my idea than his. He told me he loved my new look too, at least that’s what he said when I sent him the photo this morning. I thought about being really bold and sending him one in my underwear, but maybe it’s a little too soon for all that. I’m not really sexually driven but I wouldn’t say no if he asked for something like that—we all need something.I put him out of mind for a while and get back to the task at hand.
I make a call to the deli down the block and order Reagan and me some lunch. She’s barely stopped today and I know I’m starving.
As I put the phone down, a call comes through.
“Hicks Life Solutions, Reagan Quinn’s office.”
“Good morning, Margie, it’s Everett Brooks. Could you put me through to Ms. Quinn, please?”
“Ah, Mr. Brooks. I am afraid she’s very busy today and she’s told me she’s not to be disturbed. I can take a message…”
“Even to me?”
“I’m afraid so, Mr. Brooks. Between you and me, I think she’s a bit stressed.”
“Okay, then can you ask her to call me back, please?”
Hmm. Everett Brooks. I’d love to know what I’d have to do to get him to notice me. Not that he ever would, not while he had Reagan running around him.
“Of course. Bye now, Mr. Brooks.” Placing the receiver back down, I glance into Reagan’s office again. She hasn’t moved from the spot she was in earlier.
We didn’t have to wait long before our food was delivered. I handed the delivery driver a twenty and told him to keep the change. Slipping my feet back into my pumps, I take her coffee and sandwich into her office, placing it in front of her.
“Margie, thank you so much for this.”
“I’ve ordered your favorite. Thought you’d be hungry, seeing as you haven’t taken a break yet today.” I don’t tell her about the call from Everett; she doesn’t need the distraction today—I know she wants to get this taken care of before she goes home.
Knowing that Reagan is happy with me, I smile to myself and go back into my office.
Twenty
Everett
I put the receiver down and frown.
Reagan doesn’t want to talk to me? That’s a first. She usually takes my calls because she doesn’t want people to think there’s something going on between us. Maybe she really is busy. Maybe I’ll go over there later this afternoon, or maybe I’ll go and see her tonight. I might be able to get my dick sucked. Although Reagan does mean more to me than just a quick fuck, I’m not ready to hang up that playboy status yet, and I don’t think Reagan is ready to settle down.
