"I bet you don't." I respond as a text comes through my phone.
And this is yet another thing that's changed over the last few days. Jason keeping tabs on me at work via text, and I'm not exactly sure of what to make of it. I know he's my mentor, but he's not my boss, and he's been insinuating himself into my business lately as if he is.
Jason: Hey, where are you?
Me: With a client.
Jason: What client?
Me: Saint Stevenson
Jason: Was there a meeting booked on the schedule with him?
In our office we use a shared online calendar that keeps everyone aware of what client meetings we have. We do this to keep things transparent, and so that management can see that we're checking in periodically on our clients.
Me: No, we just have a last minute appointment with a car dealer. Not really worth putting on the calendar.
Jason: Oh ok. The kid wants a new toy, huh? Lol.
While I know their first meeting wasn't the best, there's something about Jason's condescending comment that rubs me the wrong way. I guess I'm a little overprotective of my clients regardless of who they are. I feel like I can talk about Saint in a disparaging way all day if I want, but I'd rather nobody else did. I'm funny like that.
Me: No, he's buying something practical. I'll tell you about it later.
Jason: Look forward to it.
I stare at my cell phone going over that conversation in my mind repeatedly until my trance is broken with a question.
"I suppose that was yournot interestedco-worker again?" Saint asks.
"You don't know how wrong you are about that. He'ssonot interested in me, and yes that was him."
"You've known him for a long time right?"
"Yes, a couple of years. Why?"
"And this is the first time he's taken a serious interest in your work, right?"
"Yes, but I also didn't have you as a client."
"Exactly my point. Did you tell him you were with me?"
"Yes I told him."
"Ha! I bet he's in his office with the door shut, pacing back and forth, totally fuming. Wanting to kick me in the nuts."
"You seem to like to bet on a lot of things. You were trying to make a hundred dollar bet with me over Jason when we first met. Do you have a gambling problem that I need to be aware of?"
"I try to only gamble on sure things nowadays." He grins.
"Nothing in life is a sure thing."
"Some thingsdefinitelyare," his voice rumbles. "At least I hope so."
I'm going to choose to ignore the way his suggestive comment makes me feel in between my legs.
Wet.
"So tell me, which of these cars are you thinking about purchasing?" I ask while looking around the showroom a little confused. Most of my clients like to buy higher end cars like Mercedes or BMWs. This is a mid-priced dealership.
