Jenny Lopez Saves Christmas: An I Heart Short Story. Lindsey KelkЧитать онлайн книгу.
firm,’ he replied. ‘And everyone knows.’
‘Great, he’s out and proud, that makes this easy.’ I pointed towards the black studded Saint Laurent billfold. ‘That’s the one.’
‘You’re sure?’ he said. ‘You don’t think the one with the chain?’
‘You want him to know you appreciate him and totally support who he is, right?’ I said, nodding to the assistant to fetch a new, boxed-up wallet. ‘You don’t want to suggest he come into the office in a leather gimp suit and spank you.’
Joe’s eyes widened for a moment.
‘Unless you do?’ I stopped breathing, my heart pounding and sinking at the same time.
‘Oh, no-no-no!’ He waved his hands at me so fast they were just a blur. ‘I mean, at least not in the office anyway. I’m a partner, it’s frowned upon.’
‘Shows what I know,’ I said, exhaling loudly. ‘I thought that was the kind of thing that would get you boosted up to senior partner.’
‘Maybe that’s where I’ve been going wrong.’ His big green eyes sparkled. But then everything sparkled under the lights in Barneys. ‘Any more career advice?’
‘Hmm.’ I looked away for a moment and then looked back. Got him. ‘Usually it’s a two-drink minimum.’
I could feel myself bubbling up. I remembered this! This was flirting! It was fun!
‘That sounds fair,’ he said, handing a black Amex to the assistant and a white business card to me. I kind of wished it was the other way around, but hey, baby steps. ‘This is me, but maybe I should take your number? In case I have any urgent questions?’
‘Okay, but only if they’re super urgent,’ I said, my hand shaking a little as I dived into my purse for a business card. ‘It was nice to meet you.’
‘Likewise.’ He tucked my card into his wallet and showed off his pricey orthodontic work. I was a sucker for a killer smile. ‘I’ll speak to you soon, Miss Lopez.’
Without another word, I smiled, shrugged and turned to walk away. It would not be cool for him to see how ridiculously excited I was.
My very first Christmas miracle.
‘Erin White PR, Happy holidays.’
When I closed my eyes at night, I could hear those words ringing in my ears. It was chilling. Our receptionist shot me a bright grin every time she answered the phone, but on this particular Monday morning, her good mood wasn’t catching. It was only December 22nd and I was so over Christmas. I still couldn’t twist my brain round the fact that Jeff had impregnated another woman, and the buzz from my Barneys boyfriend had totally worn off already. It had been twenty-four hours and he hadn’t called. The three-day rule meant nothing these days: Tinder had destroyed all sense of social grace when it came to dating and so I figured I wouldn’t be hearing from him now so close to the holidays. And Angie kept pooh-poohing all of my plans for the day itself. Right now, all I wanted to do was dig out my John Hughes box set, order eighteen pizzas and call the whole thing off.
Kicking off my dumb I’m-the-boss-so-it-doesn’t-matter-that-these-bad-boys-are-too-high-to-walk-in heels, I stumbled round my desk and pushed the door to my office shut with a thunk. I had to admit, I wasn’t exactly full of the season of goodwill. Everyone in the office was winding down. Half the girls were already on vacation, and everyone else was buzzing with holiday plans and New Year’s excitement. I could tell they’d already given up: more than half of them were wearing jeans.
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