My new co-worker… not a fan.
Well, I do like the way he looks, the way he moves, and the way his forearms flex when he rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up. But I hate how much pleasure he takes when he makes fun of me for using a matchmaker.
I’ve always gone after what I want. Why should love be any different?
After I find a letter in my apartment that foretells me falling for someone, our banter turns into kissing which turns into more and soon, we find ourselves hiding our work affair from our boss and co-workers.
What could be worse than having to pretend you don’t love the man you pass multiple times in the hallway every day? Finding out you’re competing with him for the promotion you’ve both wanted your entire careers and knowing that neither one of you will back down.
Love in Apt. 3B, #3
05/03/2021