“I’ll let you get back to work. I have plans across town, meeting with Bank of Idaho about doing the computer security on their new mobile banking app,” he says before leaving.
“Ok, I’ll see what I can come up with for your auction. It might take a few days though,” I reply.
“No worries, I know you can handle it,” he says, flashing me a thumbs up before leaving.
I’m still standing by the window. I make sure no one is near before I stand on my tip toes and peek out.
I’m trying to see if I can see the flower shop from here. I’m disappointed when I can’t. I go back and sit at my desk, determined to focus only on work.
I have a lot of it that I need to get done by the end of the day, but I can’t concentrate. I keep thinking about Sheila, remembering her smile and the happy way that she talks.
She seems different than most of the other people that I know. Like she’s genuinely happy about life. It’s a breath of fresh air. Working in the business world, I’ve noticed that most of the people I meet seem stressed out or apathetic.
I wonder what her laugh sounds like. Sadly, I didn’t get to hear it because Brian pissed her off too quickly.
I find myself wishing I could see her again. But I doubt I’ll be able to, after that stunt that Brian pulled.
I know he meant well, but there’s no way Sheila is going to trust me now.
I wonder what it would have been like if she had participated in an auction.
Would I have won her?
I imagine her eyes lit up by lust and desire instead of happiness. Her curvaceous naked body pressed against mine. She’s smiling in my fantasy, but in a different way than she was in the shop.
She’s teasing me. Telling me, “you know you want me, ” her lips forming a pout when I don’t kiss her right away.
I reach for her, pulling her close. She’s ready for me. Her voluptuous breasts are pushing into my face. I bury myself in them, kissing and licking her nipples. She moans for me like I wanted her to, saying my name softly under her breath as I pleasure her curvy body.
I try to shake these thoughts out of my head and concentrate on work, but I can’t. I decide to focus on the auction. Making it happen and getting her to participate are my only chances I might have of making my dreams of being with her a reality.
I look out the window and wonder what she’s doing right now. The sky is getting dark, so she’s probably going home.
I wonder if she lives alone? Or if she’ll remember me in the morning? I hope she kept my business card.
I pull some files out of my desk drawer and start reading up on one of the possible venues for the auction. This is the kind of work that will keep my mind busy all night, although the daydreams of her that interrupt are a much-welcomed distraction.
Chapter 4
Sheila
Later that day, it’s almost time to go home. There are maybe about 15 minutes left before the store closes. Marsha is seeing the last few customers out the door before going back to her office.
We have pretty much called it a night already. Since it’s so late, I know Marsha isn’t paying attention anymore. I quickly pull out my phone to call my friend Tammy. I can’t wait to tell her about what those two guys said to me earlier.
I know I can count on her for advice. She’s adventurous, but kind of reckless as well. I secretly admire that about her. As I wait for her to answer the phone, I pull Andrew’s business card out of my pocket.
I stare at it. I’ve been doing that all day long. And I trace the letters embossing his name onto the card.
A-n-d-r-e-w Y-a-m-m-o-n.
It’s a pretty distinguished sounding name.
Or maybe that’s just the effect the feel of the fancy card has on my brain.
I’m not used to meeting such rich men as Andrew and his friend Brian appear to be. I told them I made great money at the flower shop, but that was a bit of a white lie.
I only make decent money. Better than flipping burgers, but not nearly as good as an office job. Or whatever they had in mind for me to do as a “money making opportunity.” But it’s enough to pay rent and the job is good experience for my long-term goal, so there are benefits other than financial ones.
“You’ll never guess what happened to me today!” I exclaim, when Tammy finally answers the phone.
“Well, hello to you too. What’s up?” she asks.
She’s quiet for a few minutes after I tell her everything that Andrew and Brian said to me.