"Why today of all days?" I sighed as I fanned myself with my hand.
"You could use this," he pulled out a thin notebook and handed it to me.
"Well that was quite gentlemanly of you," I teased, "Your girlfriend must be proud."
He chuckled lightly, "That's if I have a girlfriend."
Was he serious?
"That's surprising," I said.
"I know, for some oddreason they just assume that…" he turned to look at me then his cheeks turned red and he looked away.
"Assume what?" Was there something on my face?
"They assume I already have one," he was playing with his fingers, "I can see your bra."
I looked down at my chest, because of the heat situation, I removed like three buttons.
"Yeah, it's hot in here," I said, "it's just a bra though nothing you haven't seen."
He didn't say anything. Wait… it couldn't be.
"Could you join me in my office after work today?" I asked.
"Your office?" He looked confused, "Where's your desk?"
"Sweetie, I own this place," I held the urge to laugh. I'm not going to lie I love how clueless he was.
"You are? I thought it was Mr. Michael."
"He's HR and PRO."
"Oh," Nick smacked his head, "I'll see you in your office boss."
"Good boy," I said and got up to leave.
I was excited…. It was time to pull out the big drinks. And to think he would get flustered by a bra alone. Nick Parker just got even more interesting.
At the end of the work day, Nick came as promised.
“What can I get you? Vodka, Whiskey, Brandy?” I offered as he took his seat.
“I don’t drink,” he said, “I see you are still having heat problems.”
He was referring to the fact that I was only wearing my bra and the trousers.
“Indeed, I am,” I bent over at the minifridge in my office, “I only have fruit juice.”
“I’ll take it.”
“How old are you again?”
“Nineteen, ma’am.”
“Drop the honorifics,” I handed him the juice, “It’s Aria or Miss Wolfe.”
“I’m sorry about that Aria, thank you,” he said as he took the can.