Dress Day by Laran Mithras

Author:Laran Mithras [Mithras, Laran]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 0000000000000
Published: 2021-10-28T15:49:44+00:00

I went into work Monday, dressed in a more conservative skirt and a full blouse. My hair was up in pigtails. I think I had more of a dilemma leaving off the nylons. But with a knee-length skirt, it wasn't strictly necessary.

Roger gave me a wink and a smile. "Love the hair. Are you going to keep it? Keep putting it up?"

"You don't think it makes me look dumb?" I swiped my card.

He laughed and his voice came low and serious, "No way."

That made me feel better on the elevator ride up. I stepped out.

Betsy was there.

I asked, "Do you linger around the elevator just to wait for me?"

She let out a loud bark of scorn. "Huh!" Her chin lifted and she marched off.

I was pouring my coffee in the breakroom when Donovan said to me, "Love the hair. Are you going to keep doing that?"

I didn't care much for Donovan. He was the North Western Division Manager. He seemed to me too smug and insincere. However, he was technically a boss, if not mine. I said, "Everyone seems to like it, except for Betsy."

He laughed in a rising crescendo of mirth. "I don't think she likes anything about you. But don't let petty little jealousies stop you."

I made a noise of acquiescence and escaped the breakroom to my desk area.

I was sipping my coffee and scanning emails when Foster came in with his usual pirate swagger. I said, "Good morning, Mister Thomas."

He came to an abrupt halt and turned to me. "Good morning, Mia, and please don't call me that. I'd prefer to hear Foster from those… pretty lips."

If I had thought flirting would be useless, my blush gave proof I was wrong. All I could do was smile and try not to blink as if batting my eyelashes at him.

He glanced out towards the cubicles where people stood and chatted over their coffees before the clock hit work-time. No one was near.

He hooked a finger into his collar and tugged at his tie. "I'm… going to be working late tonight. Perhaps you could stay late, too? We can have drinks."

I blinked up at him, wondering where drinks would take us. My husband had asked me to flirt, so this seemed to fall right in line with opportunity. I swallowed and said, "I think so; I'll just need to tell my husband."

He winked at me and went into his office.

I whipped up my phone and texted.

Mia: He wants me to stay late tonight

There was no answer.

Two hours later, on my break, I texted him again.

Mia: Terry? Are you there?

Mia: Did you miss my text?

Terry: I got it

Mia: He wants me to stay late

Terry: That's great

Terry: I just don't know what to say

He put a tongue-smiley in.

Mia: Should I say yes?

Terry: Yes we'll talk when you get home

A little sense of his disapproval made a lodgment in my thoughts. Wasn't this what he wanted? Should I stay or go home as usual? I didn't want to hurt my husband if he was having second thoughts.

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