Hey, Jordan. You wanna grab a bite to eat after work today? I know this great place.
He nodded to himself. That was the perfect thing to say. Simple but to the point. Somewhat flirtatious but not misleading. He walked down the corridor.
Hey, Jordan. You wanna grab a bite to eat after work today? I know this great place.
Up the flight of stairs. Yes, it was perfect! It wasn’t too intimate. A simple question with no strings attached.
You wanna grab a bite to eat? I know this great place.
Through the glass doors. Past Stewart’s office.
Bite to eat… Great place…
He entered the open-plan finance department and exhaled a heavy breath as he neared Jordan’s desk.You can do this, he told himself.It’s a piece of cake.
“Hey, Jordan. You wanna bite my feet…I know this…grace…plate…”
Tyler felt like the floor crumbled from beneath him as soon as the words left his mouth, but he thanked the heavens above when he noticed that Jordan was still rapidly punching digits on her calculator. It appeared as if she hadn’t heard him.
“Sorry, Tyler,” she said, writing down the figure she calculated. She looked up at him and smiled. “You wanna try that again in English?”
Relief flowed through him for a split second before his stomach twisted into a nervous ball. Now he had to do it all over again. “Yeah, I was just wondering…if…uh…if you…” This was incredibly awkward and the fact that he didn’t want to do it made it more difficult to articulate his thoughts. He pulled out the chair in front of her desk and sat down. “I was wondering…if perhaps…”Oh, this isn’t working.“I was wondering if you managed to hand the financial statements to the auditors on time.”
“Yes. I made your changes and gave it to them yesterday morning.” When he didn’t stand up after she answered, she looked at him curiously. “Is there anything else you wanted to know?”
His eyes roamed over her face. Her dark brown hair was neatly pinned in a bun atop her head, as it always was, but a single lock had escaped its trappings and brushed lightly against the smooth skin of her neck. His eyes followed the path of her hair, over the collar of her white shirt, and down to her breasts. The same breasts he had sworn to himself he hadn’t noticed…but he was definitely noticing them now.
They certainly are a perky pair.
“Yoo hoo! Tyler? You were saying?”
“Oh, yeah. I was checking to…see that…”Wow! Those are an amazing pair of breasts.“…that everything is running…smoothly.”
“Ah, I see. Well, you’ll be pleased to know that everything is on schedule and—Tyler…Tyler…my eyes are up here.”
“I know that!” He quickly lifted his eyes and there staring at him from behind a pair of black thin-framed glasses were a gorgeous pair of eyes. It was an odd shade of blue, almost bordering on gray, the color of the sky right after a storm had passed. They were absolutely captivating.
He found himself wondering how he had never noticed these little details about a woman he had seen almost every day for the past two years. How could he not have noticed those eyes or those…breasts? If he had to be completely honest, he had noticed the breasts. They just hadn’t grabbed his attention this way before.
He took a deep breath and tried to focus on the plan he needed to execute. “Jordan, I’ve been thinking…” His eyes travelled down her neck to her breasts again on their own accord.Focus, he told himself. “You’ve been working hard thesepast couple weeks and…”Is she wearing a lace bra?“…and I thought that maybe I could take you out for dinner tonight to…to say thank you.”
She stared at him with complete lack of comprehension and he felt like her gaze was slowly melting the skin off his face.
“What do you mean?” she asked hesitantly. “Dinner…as in…adate?”
“No! Not a date.” He laughed nervously. “Dates are for people…who…like each other…Not saying I don’t like you…it’s just not that kind of…It’s just a dinner to say thank you.” He noticed a change in her pretty eyes that could be interpreted as skepticism. His eyes, however, moved back to her breasts while she turned the idea over in her head. It was a good way to pass the time.
“So itwouldn’tbe a date?” she asked.
B-cup or C-cup?“Of course not. I…uh…I’m not even interested in you…in that way.”C-cup. Definitely a C-cup.
“Really?” Her one eyebrow lifted in amusement and she smiled. “I want to believe you, Tyler, but it’s a little hard when you keep glancing at my breasts every three seconds.”
Did she really say that?She couldn’t have.
He glanced around to make sure no one else had eavesdropped on that little snippet of conversation. “Pardon me,” he said in his most gentlemanly voice.
“You heard me.” She winked at him and he couldn’t decide if he was furious or intrigued by the gesture.
