I’m having lunch with my two best friends Elizabeth Martin and Rachel Smith, (or Lizzy and Rach for short) who I’ve been friends with for a couple of years. When we reach our table we look at our menus to decide what to order then we order our food. After our food arrives we take a couple of minutes to eat. “How was your guy’s weekend?” I ask.
“It was good,” Rachel says. “We just hung out and relaxed. What about you?”
“Mine was good. Zack and I had a nice dinner and caught a movie.” Elizabeth says.
“That’s great,” I say. “I wish that I could’ve had a good weekend, but instead I was arguing with my parents because they set me up on a blind date this Sunday. They know how the last three ended up, but they insisted so I agreed.” I explain.
“Mandy, I think that it’ll be fine. You can just text me to come to your rescue.” Elizabeth says with a smile. “Lizzy, how would that work?” I ask curiously.
“After I receive your text, I will call you pretending to be your grandma and say it’s an emergency.” She says with a wink.
“Ok that’s a good plan thank you,” I say with a relieved smile.
A few minutes later I ask for the check, while we’re waiting I mention that I have a meeting with my handsome assistant Matt Thompson, who I’ve been in love with for a couple of years.
“Oh, you mean Mr. Mcsexy?” Rachel says while fanning herself.
“Yes,” I say with a smile.
“Why do you pretend to hate him?” Elizabeth asks innocently.
“Because it’s easier for me to pretend that I hate him, rather than expressing my feelings and breaking company policy,” I explain with a small laugh. When the check arrives I pay the bill and the three of us say our goodbyes and we head back to work.
On Sunday, I’m reluctantly getting ready for my blind date. I pick out my signature purple cocktail dress, put on some mascara and lip gloss, and head out the door.
I arrived at Fridays right at 7:00, after waiting fifteen minutes for my blind date to show up, I assume that he stood me up. I decided to head to the bar, and I ordered a glass of white wine. As I’m waiting for my wine a guy walks over to me.
I put on my ‘I want to be alone’ face but it doesn’t work. The guy sits down like he wants to take me home with him.
“Hi, I’m Tom.” The guy says. The waiter hands me my drink when he introduces himself.
“Hi, I’m Mandy. I’m sorry I’m just going to focus on my drink.” I try one more time but it doesn’t work. The guy just sits there smiling at me.
“So, are you alone tonight, or are you with someone?” He asks me as I smell the alcohol on his breath.
Before I can respond, someone comes up behind me and puts a hand on the small of my back. “Hi sweetie, is this guy bothering you?” I looked up in surprise to find none other than Matt, my assistant smiling down at me. Well, this is going to be interesting.
Suddenly a waiter appears and asks my ‘boyfriend’ if he wants anything to drink. He says he wants whatever I’m having. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know she was with you,” Tom says as he gets up. “It was nice to meet you Mandy, have a good night.” Tom walks away.
After he leaves I ask Matt what he was thinking. “What was that?”
“I was saving you from that creep.” He said with a shrug.
After a couple of minutes of awkward silence, he asks me, “Do you want to get out of here?”
“Sure, as long as I eat something,” I say.
“Okay, just let me pay for our drinks.”
“Would you like to come to my place? I can make some pasta for us if you’d like?” He asks sheepishly.
“Sure,” I say with a small smile.
He offers his arm for me to hold, and I can’t help but smile as I put my arm through his, and then we get in his car.
I’m nervous, probably because I pretend that I hate him. I’ve never seen Matt outside of work, maybe I’ll finally get to tell him that I love him.
We drive for about fifteen minutes until Matt finally pulls up to what I assume is his apartment. Matt gets out of the car and opens my door for me.
“Such a gentleman,” I say as I get out of the car.
As I’m following Matt to his apartment he suddenly spins around to face me.
“Wait before we go any further there’s something that I want to ask you: why do you hate me?” He asks with a glare.
“I don’t hate you, it was just easier for me to pretend that I did so I wasn’t tempted to break the rules,” I say looking down at my feet.
He hooks a finger under my chin and gently lifts my head so I meet his eyes. “Oh, and why would you be tempted to break the rules?” He asks with a small laugh.
“Because I love you,” I say not meeting his gaze, and then I feel the heat warm my cheeks.
Without any warning, Matt takes me in for a long passionate kiss, without thinking I kiss him back wrapping my arms around his neck. When he finally breaks the kiss we gasp breathless, after a few seconds he says, “I love you too Mandy.” He leads me up some stairs and grabs his keys to unlock his apartment.
An hour later, we’re sitting on his couch eating pasta and watching a movie. When the movie finishes I ask him the question I’ve been dreading,
“Matt, what are we supposed to do when we go back to work tomorrow?” I ask with a nervous laugh. Matt reaches up to scratch his head.
“I don’t know, because company policy says to never date co-workers.” He says.
“We only kissed once so technically we’re not breaking company policy,” I say truthfully.
“What do you mean technically?” He asks with a hint of anger in his voice.
“We’re not dating,” I say.
“Oh okay, so I kissed you after you told me that you love me, and then I told you the same thing. Now you just want to ignore all that’s happened between us?” He asks angrily.
“I don’t know, I love you Matt and I have for a while. But I’m not willing to lose my job for you.” I say annoyed.
“Ok, we need to figure this out because I can’t hide my feelings for you anymore.”
“I can’t do this with you right now, besides it’s late. So I’m gonna call a taxi so I can go home. Goodnight Matt.” I start to grab my stuff but before I can, he grabs my face and kisses me passionately. We finally break apart and catch our breath. After a few seconds, he asks me to say so we can figure this all out.
“Ok fine,” I say a little flustered.
After we talk, we both agree that we’re going to break company policy to figure out if we can make this work. I ask him how I’m supposed to get to work tomorrow.
Matt replies with, “I’ll drive you since we work at the same office with me being your assistant and all.”
“Okay, but you’ll have to drop me off at my place first so I can change and grab my work bag,” I say with a sigh. Do you have anything I can wear to bed because I can’t wear this to bed?”
I gesture to my cocktail dress. Nodding his head he grabs a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, then he hands them to me. I grab them and go to the bathroom to change. While I’m changing Matt says he’s going to put a clean pair of sheets on the couch, so I can sleep there for the night.
The next morning Matt and I head out the door of his apartment together. When we get in his car I tell him that he needs to drop me off at my place so I can get changed and grab my work bag.
Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at work. The only problem was that all of our co-workers were outside and had their phones pointed at us. I look over to Matt and ask, “what’s going on? Why is everyone out here pointing their phones at us?”
“I have no idea.” He says nervously.
One of our bosses, Nancy comes up to the passenger side of his car (my side) and knocks on the window. He rolls it down and I ask her, “what’s going on?”
She laughs loudly and responds with “you and your assistant Matt were caught leaving Fridays last night and were caught on camera kissing each other, and then again leaving Matt’s apartment, so in other words, you’re both fired for breaking company policy.”
Both of our mouths fall open and that’s when we see her phone has recorded our entire conversation.
End of part one.
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