“Do you want to share an alarm clock?” I reread the draft text for the tenth time, knowing that I was on the edge of a potentially life changing decision. It was such a cheesy line too, but it was the best I could come up with after she asked me for a wake up call. I decided to veer off my perfectly planned life path into the unknown and hit send. Waiting for a reply was torture.
She was my best friend at work. Smart. Beautiful. Funny. Damn good at her job. A latin woman who loves salsa dancing and hot, sticky weather. She was fit but incredibly curvy, with breasts that stretched the buttons on her dress shirts and an ass that filled dress pants no matter how conservatively they were cut. She always wore high heels, and was stunningly gorgeous without seeming delicate or high maintenance.
I had been so excited that we had unknowingly scheduled business trips to the same site in France at the same time. She suggested we stay at the same hotels and share the same car. I jumped at the suggestion. We booked our flights with first class tickets next to each other and watched movies together on the way over, syncing up the movies so we could experience it together, even though we had both seen it before.