MATURE CONTENT, +18 ONLY
When Andy starts a complex and steamy love affair with her new boss, she discovers there's more to his arrogant facade than she originally thought.
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Andrea "Andy" Walker has landed her dream job at Kelex, a company she's ad...
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The moment I enter the terminal we're supposed to meet at, I spot the tall, dark, and handsome man who occupies my every thought. Just for him, I got up an hour in advance to pluck, wax, exfoliate, hydrate... I'm ready for whatever will happen in San José.
Rolling my suitcase behind me, my backpack heavy with my laptop, I join Lex and Steven—the only ones here so far. Lex notices me when I'm about ten steps away, and his eyes lock on me, not letting go until I reach my destination. "Hey, guys!" I greet.
Strategically, I avoid looking at Lex, fearing I might spontaneously combust. He's wearing a black button-up shirt tucked in his jeans and a dark blue blazer jacket. I, myself, am wearing a white dress shirt with a red leather jacket I barely ever wore, as well as brand new jeans and my black Chucks.
Since we'll represent Kelex there, we were told to step up our game. That's why my suitcase is filled with blouses, professional-looking tops, two skirts, fancy jeans, dress pants... I have some more comfortable items too, but not much. There's also a pair of modest heels in there.
Steven is still sporting one of his plaid shirts, but it's a sleeker one than usual. "Hi, Andy," he says with a smile, adjusting his glasses on his nose.
"Hi, my dudes!" Brian barges in, visibly very happy to be here.
Before long, Mason arrives too, looking so stylish he could be on the cover of Vogue. Then it's Oliver, charming in his beige pants and a mossy green long-sleeved shirt. While Lex is busy talking to Brian and Steven about their presentation, I greet my ginger friend with a smile.
After a quick "Hi," Oli comes closer, his eyes focused on my hair. "Hmm, I'm disappointed. I thought you'd be wearing flowers in your hair," he dramatically says.
"We're going to San José, not San Francisco."
"Eh, potato tomato," he argues with a smile.
Our little group is energized, and we share an exciting conversation about our hopes and expectations. The whole thing is more like a fun trip among friends rather than colleagues, and I cannot wait to get there. The computer nerds in us are thrilled. I'm confident it'll be amazing, especially if I score some slexy time while in San José.
Joseph arrives about five minutes later, dressed like his usual professional self.
"Everyone," Lex calls once we're all here. He takes out a large envelope from his laptop bag and pulls out our plane tickets before distributing them.
Twenty minutes later, we're scattered around on the plane. With some resentment, I look up at the compartment I'm supposed to lift my suitcase into. "Okay, please, let this not be too humiliating," I whisper.
I'm struggling to make it fit through the opening when a familiar hand comes to my rescue. Lex is right behind me, standing a little closer than he should, and he effortlessly settles my luggage in there.
