With her blouse torn open, Linda looked so good it almost made me nauseous.
Not that there was ever a time when she didn’t look good.
I’d noticed her from the moment I’d hired on for the crappy summer job as an assistant manager.
On the surface, we didn’t have much in common. She was up front at the desk in a customer service role. She was outgoing and trendy and carefree in a way I’d never been–at least not in my professional life. She was just out of high school. And even though I was in college it seemed like she was from a completely different generation.
I was always conservative and shy and professional. And my personal style was more vintage and grown up. I was never cool or contemporary. Perhaps all of that was just a side-effect of years spent in boarding school. In any case, I was focused on getting valuable “real world” business experience. Or at least some strong recommendation letters and resume fodder that would help me in the years to come.