John: Can you tell me where the Stevens file is?
I balanced my phone in my hand as I tried to open my front door. The message was from John, my boss. I felt a ripple of excitement pass through me. I’d just started a new part-time job last week. And my boss was hot! Salt and pepper hair, gorgeous eyes and a killer smile. I couldn’t help the way my heart would beat around him. He’d always text me about something work related once I got home.
Me: Sorry! I was logging it in, check my desk, right drawer
A few moments passed.
John: Got it, thanks
John: By the way, you looked very pretty today. I hope that’s ok for me say?
Me: It’s definitely okay, I’m flattered
John: Good, I hope you don’t think I’m a creepy older guy
Me: No, not at all!
John: I’m glad. And good news, Stevens is our biggest client this year. Don’t bring lunch on Friday, I’m treating you and Meredith.
Meredith was the other receptionist, an older senior.
Me: Looking forward to it :)
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