Whilst the more off than on thing I had with Jane was ongoing, I was still working pretty hard.
I was a senior consultant at where I worked, which usually means travel time to customer sites. Sometimes it’s useful, sometimes it has to be done to make sure the customer is happy and “feeling the love”.
Anyway, a new member of the team had started, Michelle. Michelle was 5ft 6, brunette hair, nice long legs, a (UK) size 10, aged about 28, what I describe as goldilock tits (not to big, not too small , but just right), immaculately dressed and always very well presented, cut glass english accent (she was from kent).
She joined the team, and was desperate to make a good impression, nothing was too much work or effort. She was introduced to the team, and I booked in a 1:1 with her for a few days later to see what she wanted to pick up first.
The day comes, I take her to Pret for a coffee and sit down out of the office. I can see plenty of heads turning as we walk past. We manage to find a table away from the noise, and start off with the usual small talk. Since she’s clearly not from Leeds, I ask what she is doing up here and where is she living.