Have you ever written something, but just couldn’t get the ending right? No matter what you try, you can’t figure out how to translate the joke in your head into something that makes sense for others. This is one of those…
“Crapping crap crap!” Corrie muttered as she banged on her “backspace” key.
Corrie was trying to get her work e-mail holiday auto-reply worded just right.
“Not nice enough.”
She was mulling over more possibilities when she heard a knock on her office door.
Before she could even reply, Luke let himself in.
“Hi there,” he said.
Corrie has had a teensy bit of a crush on Luke since, oh, 15 seconds after they were introduced.
His boyish smirk just kills her.
“Corrie… I need a little help,” he offered sheepishly.
“Oh yeah?” she responded as she tried to sneakily make sure that she had no lipstick on her teeth.
“It’s this new system for expense reports. I’m lost.”
“It’s not that different, let me take a look,” she said as she took the papers from his hand.
“I’m at the point now where I just want to make shit up and say, “The hell with the accounting department,”
“Well, since I AM the accounting department…” she smiled.
“So… bad idea?”
“A little bit.” She laughed.
She stood up and walked around to the other side of her desk, and put the papers on the only clear spot.
“Look right here,” she said.
Luke leaned in close.
Suddenly she froze as she felt his hand touch her cheek and then tuck a wayward strand of hair behind her ear.
“Sorry… I just had to do it.” he smirked.
Even though there were six pens directly to her right, she leaned far out, and across Luke, to grab one from the other side of the desk. She allowed her breasts to lightly graze his arm.
She heard his breathing change.
They looked at each other for a moment. Then he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him.
And they kissed.
The way kissing should be done.
With his left hand, in one motion he pushed everything off her desk. Turns out that is actually much, much louder than it seems on TV.
She didn’t care.
He picked her up and sat her on the desk. Never once breaking the kiss.
She tore off his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt.
His hand found her knee and then deftly began making it’s way up her thigh, under her skirt…
“Corrie, I am going to need the progress reports.”
“What?” she thought.
“The progress reports, Corrie.”
She immediately thought that if she knew that he was filing reports on this, she’d have done a better job of shaving her legs that morning.
She suddenly snapped out of her daydream and realized that she was in the middle of the Monday morning meeting.
“Are you with us, Corrie? The progress reports?” her boss said, mostly amused.
“Yes… certainly. Sorry!”
She grabbed them from the pile in front of her, and passed them around the room.
She looked over at Luke, who was, thankfully, toying with his Blackberry and not noticing much else.
She leaned back in her chair. Embarrassed, but still quite flushed in the face.
“The sales projections?”
She unbuttoned her top button to cool off.
“Hello… the sales projections?”
She fixed her hair.
“LUKE!! The sales projections?”
Suddenly Luke snapped out his daydream. He realized that he was in the boardroom with 20 other people.
He grabbed his sales projections and began passing them out. Corrie was chatting with Paula from marketing and didn’t seem to notice at all.