Friend-Zoned (Friend-Zoned 1)

I whisper, “Excuse me?”

He flicks his head to the note and says, “Boss wants to see you. ”

Uh, What?

My eyes widen and I whisper loudly, “Am I in trouble?”

He looks me up and down and his lips lift a little. He answers, “I’m not sure, sweetheart. ” He says sweetheart in a way that makes it sound like sweethawt.

He takes my hand that rests on the counter, pulls me next to him, and tucks my hand into the crook his arm. I know he sees uncertainty in my eyes. He looks to Mimi and smiles as he speaks, “I’ll have her back in one piece. I’m Max, by the way. ”

She does a little head lift and responds, “Mimi. ” She points to me and says, “That’s Tina. ”

He smiles and says, “Great, she’ll be back soon. ” He starts pulling me along with him and I turn to glare at Mimi.

Standing tall with eyes wide, she smiles big and lifts her hand in a wave.

Crud! I knew this was a bad idea.

Chapter Two

Friend-zoned

I’m waiting for Max to get back with information on who sent me the candy and note.

Curiosity eats away at me.

Who the hell would send a guy candy?

Not just any candy, but those goofy wax lips that taste like cardboard.

Someone nutty, that’s for sure.

Maybe even a past fling. I’m wracking my brain trying to think if any of the girls I’ve slept with recently were a bit nutty.

There was that one girl who wanted me to…Nah. I smile at the memory. She was the good kind of nutty.

The door to my office bursts open and Max tries to walk in but it looks like something is holding him back.

Max starts laughing and says, “C’mon sweetheart, he won’t bite. ”

I stand and step towards the door, my brows furrowed. I decide to sit on the front of my desk.

What did he bring me, a Pitbull?

Max is struggling with whoever is out there and Max is big. And strong. He looks at me like he wants to burst into laughter. Walking back out the office door, he emerges seconds later.

Walking backwards towards me is a woman; Max has his hands on her shoulders and is walking her toward me. Once she hits the middle of the room, he stops walking. He lowers his face to hers and says, “He just wants to talk, hon. ” He flicks her hair playfully, turns and walks out. But not before he winks at me.

The woman standing in my office still has her back to me and she’s looking at the floor. I do a quick scan of her from the back. Medium height; maybe 5”5 or 5”6 without the black pumps she’s rockin’. Nice body. Great ass. Long dark hair to her waist. It’s shiny and has a nice natural wave to it.

It’s now been over a minute and this slip of a woman still hasn

’t turned to face me.

I’m getting irritated now.

I have to break the ice.