She is all eyes, an odd beauty turning heads the first day she
came to the office early in October, coming from some strange place across
the river, related to some big time mobster who helped create Columbus Day and
dedicated a whole wing to the local college, not rich, not yet, but with big
plans to get there the old fashioned way, getting her face in the limelight and
her name in print, her eyes like headlights focused on everything and
everybody, sly, too, as if she could read minds, especially men’s, who gossip about
her at the local bar, wondering about her as we slowly get stoned, what is she
doing here, what does she want, how on earth did a woman like her get stuck in
a place like this, no one quite willing to hit her with that classic pick up
line.
But when Jay asks me how I can stand working in an office
with four gorgeous girls without walking around all day with a hard on, he
means her, although he describes each of the four of them as if he’s made love
with each in his mind, pausing last to describe her, her big eyes, her tilted
mouth, her lips kiss-perfect, asking me what I know about her, if he should ask
her out for a drink, when I know less about her than he does, only that she
popped up in the office one day, and I can’t tell him what I don’t know, and he
never asks me if I think her lips are perfect for kissing.
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