Next up is a short story about a weekend encounter between co-workers. I was inspired by an actual event between me and a friend (really he’s one of my best friends).
After leaving one of our favorite lunch time designations, we both noticed an odd look from the valet.
I turned to my gorgeous, bronzed friend and asked, “Do you think he thinks we’re together?”
“Uh, uh, he’s probably thinking, ‘I wonder if she knows he’s gay and it doesn’t matter how many times she flips her hair over her shoulder?’”
There was an expletive for my friend while we waited for his car to be pulled in front of the restaurant, but it got me thinking about the idea of the ‘work boyfriend’.
This is the dangerous male, whether alpha, beta or gamma, that women spend eight to ten hours a day with.
They know exactly what we like because there is no pre-dating pretense involved. Human Nature says that they will provide those amenities in order to get what they want. Hence my friend treated me to sushi (not his favorite) knowing that I’d reciprocate with completing his data entry prior to leaving early on a sunny Friday afternoon.
But my writer’s mind stepped ahead. What if it were much more than that?
The end of the year of short story, yet untitled was born!
Stay tuned on that front.
In the meantime, there is The Beginning of Forever to keep you warm and tingling: