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And there she was, standing majestically in the threshold of a cubicle, idly conversing with some girl behind a desk who should have been working, but had called over the Goddess carved of mahogany to make smalltalk. Her name was Kendra Coleman, or as I liked to call her, the Office Deity. The late-afternoon sunlight spilling through the office’s floor-to-ceiling windows only enhanced her ethereal beauty. I damn-near forgot to breathe. I watched her from the break room, huddled around the coffee machine with Seth and Quin, nursing a steaming styrofoam cup of morning-old java. Seth and Quin had been conversing about our bitch of a supervisor and her infamous I-really-need-to-get-laid attitude. I was only half-listening, my eyes locked intently upon the woman I could only dream of being with. “Earth to Alan!” Quin said in an eerie, science fiction-y voice, waving his hand before my eyes, hindering my wondrous view. “Uh-huh,” I answered into my cup, taking a scalding sip of the mud the office passed for coffee. The two followed my gaze, their eyes landing upon the source of silent devotion. Seth smiled while Quin glowered, and a shot him my own look, daring him to make any disapproving comments. Of course, he didn’t fail me. “Her ass is way too big, bro,” Quin said, turning away and sipping his coffee. He shook a few rebellious strands of chestnut-brown hair from his face. Relief washed over me, knowing that we were alone in the break room, as I knew the conversation to come was a lawsuit waiting to happen. “For strawberry Ankara escort shortdicks like you, maybe,” said Seth, his eyes obviously locked on Kendra’s behind. I felt a pang of jealousy, the emotion flooding me with irrational anger. I calmed myself, though. She wasn’t my girl. Hell, we were barely friends. Still, I felt uncomfortable with his salacious fixation to the point of growling, like a feral wolf protecting his favorite part of the game. If Seth heard me, he didn’t show it. In the end, I couldn’t blame Seth for looking, for the woman’s ass was impossible to miss. It was perfectly round and perfectly plump, ripe as a peach on a hot Georgia afternoon, luring like forbidden fruit. I wondered if this was how Adam felt, staring into the Tree of Knowledge. I wondered if his mouth salivated with the same . . . hunger. That woman is wearing the hell out of those jeans, I thought, shaking my head. She also wore the hell out of those white heels, and that white blouse that frilled at the collar and cuffs and hem. Focused upon my dream girl, I almost didn’t hear Quin’s little quip, “So what? Alan can handle an ass like that?” “Asshole,” Seth coughed into his fist, he had finished his mud—coffee, crushing the styrofoam cup in his palm and tossing the remains in a wastebasket. I flushed, smoothing my hand along my navy pinstriped tie. “Hardy-fucking-har, dickhead. Asian joke?” “You said it, not me,” Quin said, laughing into his cup. I didn’t stay offend for long, because Quin’s sister knew that Ankara escort bayan I was a far cry from the Asian stereotype. I gave myself a secret smile, dumping the rest of my coffee in the sink, and stalking out of the break room to make a move, leaving my buddies to their own devices. I had been sitting back and admiring this woman long enough, and it was high time I get off my ass, fleshed out a pair of nuts, and ask her out. She turned as I approached her, her perfect mouth smiling. Geronimo . . . · » · « · » · «· · » · « · » · « · “How goes it, Kendra?” I asked, struggling to make my air of confidence convincing. The girl she was speaking with peeked her head around the cubicle, grinning. It was Alessa. I shot her a quick glance and nodded, saying “and hey, Lessa.” Alessa nodded, disappearing back into her cubicle, giggling furiously. I wanted to ask what the deal was, but I decided to focus on the matter at hand. I could interrogate her later on. “Hey, Alan,” Kendra said with a bright smile. “What’s up?” “I uh . . .” I began, already losing my nerve. I steeled myself, blinking a few times, and continued, “I was wondering if you were free tonight. Figured you and I could grab a bite to eat?” Lessa giggled again, and Kendra swatted her friend playfully, which only made her giggle more. The motion gave me time to examine her coke-bottle frame, admire the curve of her neck, study her smooth, chocolate skin. It was flawless. Escort Ankara I gave her a toothy smile when she turned back to me, looking not-so-conspicuous. She rose a brow, but her expression quickly relaxed, apparently deciding to think nothing of it. “Sure, why not? Should be fun!” She nodded, her lustrous pony-tail falling behind her. “7:30 sound okay?” ” ‘Course! I get off at five, so that’s perfect.” “Great!” She reached into Alessa’s cubicle. I heard paper tearing, and then scribbling, and she turned back to me, handing me her address info. “Great, indeed!” I said, giving her a more reserved smile as I took the paper. I managed to control my elation. “See you tonight, then?” “See you tonight,” She nodded, her smile genuine. I suddenly felt stupid for being so self-conscious. As I turned away, I shot a look into the break room, where Quin and Seth were giving me a double thumbs-up, their faces broad with congratulatory smiles. The easy part was finished. · » · « · » · «· · » · « · » · « · “If you don’t mind me asking,” I said, sipping my glass of wine. “Just what the hell was Alessa giggling about earlier today?” I set the glass on the cocktail table, and leaned back into the plush leather sofa. We were at her place. We’d gone to this bar and grille that she’d been fond of, and spent the evening talking over dinner about bullshit at work, to politics, to poetry. She was, unsurprisingly, intelligent, which I believed was only natural. There had to have been a reason for her to be single for so long, and I discovered why. It takes more than a cheap pick-up line and $40 dinner to keep her interested. And somehow, I’d done all the right things to get me into her living room. “Well,” she said, stepping from the kitchen with her own glass of wine.