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financial thing? Thanks, but that s not the issue. Just don t feel like the noise of the bar. Yeah, okay, so
I lied. I don t want Jack to play charity to me, though.
I realized I had never replied to Will.
Hush:Don t have any potentials for a date. Well, I do, but I don t, you know? Not gonna use a guy
like that. Not one of those gals, you know?
So you wanna rent a movie or something? Jack asked. I ll get the movie, if you get the popcorn.
Willowrocks:But if he offers?
Hush:Doesn t matter. Should be able to take care of myself.
I blinked. Jack, really, uh, it s uh, just too far ahead for me to think about, okay?
Okay, we ll talk about it tomorrow. We said our goodbyes. I slapped my phone shut, and blinked.
What the hell was that?
Will s IM screen blinked. Now what?
Willowrocks:Is it really taking care of URself if someone offers 2? Isn t that a gift?
My head was starting to throb.
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Hush:Possible. Now, I gotta go, my head is starting to hurt.
I shut off my computer before letting Will respond, and I crashed on my bed. This multi-tasking thing is
for the birds&
Chapter Ten
After finishing off a stack of files, or rather, emptying out my work email box, I leaned back against my
chair.
I think Jack must have been having an out of body experience last night, because I hadn t seen him all
day, aside from the occasional greeting in the halls. He even left me alone at lunch, a feat in itself.
Was I disappointed that Jack left me alone? Well, maybe a little. He didn t seem to be a complete idiot
and I enjoyed his attention.
Made me want to look at Tina Smith and go Neener neener neener!
It was nearly four, and I had all my work done for the day. Rugby evidently was serious about doing a
fan fiction story with Rennati and Evan, and we d tossed around a few ideas via email.
Whipping open a Word document, I started letting the juices flow to see what I could come up with for
a storyline. Something simple, something believable and very much wrapped in theBuffy fandom. I lost
myself in the idea of a spiritualist and a non-believer trapped in a world of magic, demons, vampires and
slayers, I couldn t help wondering if there wasn t a nugget of something there that might make a salable
novel later.
Taking out all aspects ofBuffy and any reference to such a world, of course.
Whap!A stack of files landed on the corner of my desk, jerking me out of my revel of writing.
Lynn, a deep voice said.
Damn, he had the worst timing in the world. Jack Edwards must have an interior scanner or something,
he always knew exactly when I was working on fan fiction for the website.
I minimized the story and pulled up the office files I should have been working on with a quick flick of
my finger and a small jerk of my mouse. God knows I could get fired if my boss saw what I worked on
on company time .
I licked my lips and didn t raise my head, trying to remove any signs of viewing-of-Jack drool. Didn t
matter how much I saw him, he still sent a strong urge to drool just a bit.
Lynn, are you in there? His arm swam in my vision, breaking me out of internal dialogue.
I m here, what do you need? I looked up, even though his face stained my mind. His clothes remained
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inconsequential, although today, he wore a button down navy shirt that brought out the dark flecks in his
crystal blue eyes very nicely. His blond bangs were brushed back and set off his chiseled cheekbones.
He glanced over his shoulder at my open locker door and picture of Spike and Angel.
A grin slipped across his lips as he looked back at me. I see you re working hard.
I stood from my chair and stepped around to my locker door and closed it. What can I do for you? I
tried to keep my composure, but I felt myself falter as Jack stood to his full height and crossed his arms
over his broad chest. I put my hand on my desk for support, trying to keep myself looking casual, but
truth be known, I was trying to keep upright. My knees had turned to goo, as they always did when he
stared at me like that.
Felt like I was a four-course meal on Jack s latest menu. Even after working with him for six weeks, I
should have gotten use to that intense stare. Considering he d never done anything about it& well& that s
not true. There was that moment last weekend&
Ahh, fond memories. My eyes flickered to my monitor and my minimized fan fiction story. At least there
I could dream about how it could have been.
These files are not adding up. I can t find the numbers that match these reports. He opened one of the
files he d brought in, and started pointing to different columns of numbers.
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financial thing? Thanks, but that s not the issue. Just don t feel like the noise of the bar. Yeah, okay, so
I lied. I don t want Jack to play charity to me, though.
I realized I had never replied to Will.
Hush:Don t have any potentials for a date. Well, I do, but I don t, you know? Not gonna use a guy
like that. Not one of those gals, you know?
So you wanna rent a movie or something? Jack asked. I ll get the movie, if you get the popcorn.
Willowrocks:But if he offers?
Hush:Doesn t matter. Should be able to take care of myself.
I blinked. Jack, really, uh, it s uh, just too far ahead for me to think about, okay?
Okay, we ll talk about it tomorrow. We said our goodbyes. I slapped my phone shut, and blinked.
What the hell was that?
Will s IM screen blinked. Now what?
Willowrocks:Is it really taking care of URself if someone offers 2? Isn t that a gift?
My head was starting to throb.
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Hush:Possible. Now, I gotta go, my head is starting to hurt.
I shut off my computer before letting Will respond, and I crashed on my bed. This multi-tasking thing is
for the birds&
Chapter Ten
After finishing off a stack of files, or rather, emptying out my work email box, I leaned back against my
chair.
I think Jack must have been having an out of body experience last night, because I hadn t seen him all
day, aside from the occasional greeting in the halls. He even left me alone at lunch, a feat in itself.
Was I disappointed that Jack left me alone? Well, maybe a little. He didn t seem to be a complete idiot
and I enjoyed his attention.
Made me want to look at Tina Smith and go Neener neener neener!
It was nearly four, and I had all my work done for the day. Rugby evidently was serious about doing a
fan fiction story with Rennati and Evan, and we d tossed around a few ideas via email.
Whipping open a Word document, I started letting the juices flow to see what I could come up with for
a storyline. Something simple, something believable and very much wrapped in theBuffy fandom. I lost
myself in the idea of a spiritualist and a non-believer trapped in a world of magic, demons, vampires and
slayers, I couldn t help wondering if there wasn t a nugget of something there that might make a salable
novel later.
Taking out all aspects ofBuffy and any reference to such a world, of course.
Whap!A stack of files landed on the corner of my desk, jerking me out of my revel of writing.
Lynn, a deep voice said.
Damn, he had the worst timing in the world. Jack Edwards must have an interior scanner or something,
he always knew exactly when I was working on fan fiction for the website.
I minimized the story and pulled up the office files I should have been working on with a quick flick of
my finger and a small jerk of my mouse. God knows I could get fired if my boss saw what I worked on
on company time .
I licked my lips and didn t raise my head, trying to remove any signs of viewing-of-Jack drool. Didn t
matter how much I saw him, he still sent a strong urge to drool just a bit.
Lynn, are you in there? His arm swam in my vision, breaking me out of internal dialogue.
I m here, what do you need? I looked up, even though his face stained my mind. His clothes remained
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inconsequential, although today, he wore a button down navy shirt that brought out the dark flecks in his
crystal blue eyes very nicely. His blond bangs were brushed back and set off his chiseled cheekbones.
He glanced over his shoulder at my open locker door and picture of Spike and Angel.
A grin slipped across his lips as he looked back at me. I see you re working hard.
I stood from my chair and stepped around to my locker door and closed it. What can I do for you? I
tried to keep my composure, but I felt myself falter as Jack stood to his full height and crossed his arms
over his broad chest. I put my hand on my desk for support, trying to keep myself looking casual, but
truth be known, I was trying to keep upright. My knees had turned to goo, as they always did when he
stared at me like that.
Felt like I was a four-course meal on Jack s latest menu. Even after working with him for six weeks, I
should have gotten use to that intense stare. Considering he d never done anything about it& well& that s
not true. There was that moment last weekend&
Ahh, fond memories. My eyes flickered to my monitor and my minimized fan fiction story. At least there
I could dream about how it could have been.
These files are not adding up. I can t find the numbers that match these reports. He opened one of the
files he d brought in, and started pointing to different columns of numbers.
Trying not to think about his large hands and that old wives tale of hands relating to the size of other [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]