“I think I can cope,” I text back.
“Okay. How about a joke. Why did the ad executive cross the road?”
I wait.
“A potential client told him he liked that side better.”
I grin and type out a reply.
“Why did the CEO cross the road?”
I type out the answer.
“His PA was over there, and he was lost without her holding his hand.”
“Touché.”
Denton and I have a whole host of these cheesy work jokes that we pull out when one of us is stuck at a boring meeting. They are just our way of getting through a boring day.
“Two ad executives in an elevator. One of them turns to the other one and tells him how he can put together a perfect marketing strategy for his company. The other one listens intently, nodding along. When he gets to the end, the other one says, ‘I can do the same package for 10% cheaper.’”
I shake my head and laugh. It’s a lame joke, but it’s always funny coming from him. I’m still thinking about what I can say next when my cell phone pings again. Denton has sent me another message.
“Now how about some real fun. Are you up to a dare?”
“Always.”
“Take your panties off and leave them off.”
A shiver of excitement goes through me. Can I really do that in a room full of people? Especially at a work function? I smile to myself.
“Done.”
I head to the bathroom. My clit is throbbing again as I think about how it will feel to share a secret like this with Denton that no one else in the room knows about. It makes me feel wet just thinking about it.
“Send evidence.”
I feel a shiver run through me. I go into a stall and slip my panties off. I push them deep down into the bottom of my purse. I pull my dress right up around my hips and prop one leg on the toilet seat. I awkwardly fumble my cell phone into position and take a photograph of my spread legs.
I send it to Denton before I can back out.
“Is that enough proof for you?”
“Fucking hell, Robin, I want you now.”
I smile. I feel another rush of desire flood me. Why couldn’t he be here with me instead of all of those stuffy old farts.
“I’ll be thinking of you if I bend over and my skirt rides up an inch or two …”
“Don’t think too hard. I’d hate there to be a puddle on the ground.”
He has a point there. I try to stop thinking about him, about what I want to do to him. I try to focus on something other than my semi-nakedness as I walk back out of the bathroom. I don’t have long to adjust my way of thinking. I walk out of the bathroom to find myself instantly pulled into a conversation with a couple of executives I know from these types of events. We talk a bit about the market trends and our current projects, and for a moment, I let myself forget I am pantie-less.
My cell phone pings, and I excuse myself.
“Ready for another dare?”
No.
“Yes.”
“Go and talk to a potential client and use the words ‘blue elephant’ without them thinking anything is wrong.”
I laugh and shake my head.
“I swear you want me to be fired.”
“I just have faith in you to be creative. If you were to get fired and were spending all day at home, I’d never get to work.”
I put my cell phone away and scan the room. I spot my target, a guy standing alone and looking kind of out of place. He isn’t an executive. I’d recognize him if he were, and even if he were new, he wouldn’t look that lost.
I make my way over to him. I smile and stick out my hand.
“Hi. I’m Robin. First-timer?”
He shakes my hand and gives me a grateful smile.
“I’m Dave. Yeah. Is it that obvious?”
I laugh. “Kind of. You look like I most likely did at my first one.”
“Overwhelmed and wishing you were somewhere else?” He laughs.
I nod. “Yeah, pretty much. Don’t worry though, it gets easier. So what brings you here today? Are you looking for a new advertising strategy or are you just scoping out what’s available?”
“Both. I got brought in to fix someone else’s mess, so you can imagine how much fun I’m having with that. Apparently, the last guy working on the marketing side didn’t really know what he was doing. He hired a friend to shoot our TV ad. On a cell phone.”
I wince.
“Ouch. I remember that. You’re from Jacobson Accounting? Yeah, it was a really blue elephant, wasn’t it?”
“Isn’t the phrase white elephant?” Dave says with a frown.
“Technically yes, but I prefer blue. The campaign was so damned cold the elephant in the room went blue. You get it?”
He laughs. “Yes. I like it. Why don’t you give me your card and maybe we can set up a meeting or something?”