ago; my family relocated to Colorado. After college, I had a few jobs here and there. Then about four years ago, I lucked up and landed my dream job with a lucrative sports firm. My boss is great, the clientele are sometimes, a little high strung, but all in all I have a great job. It allows me to work and socialize with the rich and famous. It keeps me on my toes and my game tight. You know what I mean?”
“Anyway, the company recently merged with another agency located in Manhattan and I put a bid in for a transfer. So, here I am, mixing business with pleasure,” and smiled at me. “It’s kind of bad timing though. The merger was announced the day after I closed on a three bedroom townhouse. He said.” Then Virgil slid over closer to me in the hot tub and reached over and grabbed the half full bottle of champagne. He poured what was left in the bottle into our glasses and held his glass up to toast. After about three bottles of champagne between all of us, Virgil seemed to be a little tipsy and consumed with himself and his accomplishments. The conversation became all about him and that was okay until he started referring to women as bitches and whores. When he started spewing out those words, I was ready to go. Virgil apologized for monopolizing the conversation with his stories, but not for the bitches and whores comments. Maybe the look on my face told him that I wasn’t impressed or interested, who knows.
Just then, April and Darrell walked out of the house and joined us in the hot tub as the music played softly in the background. I reluctantly agreed to stay another twenty minutes. Finally, I said, “Look, guys, I have an early day tomorrow. I’m sorry but I have to call it an evening.”
The four of us walked to the gate talking and laughing. I hugged everyone and thanked them for a wonderful evening. I turned to Virgil and wished him luck on his interview and noticed April and Darrell trying to slip away. Virgil looked me in the eyes then said, “Look, I’m always flying back and forth to New York. So would it be a problem if we hook up sometime?” He reached in his pocket and pulled out a business card and wrote his cell and home numbers on the back. “Here, you have my numbers, you can call me anytime. I’m leaving in a few days and I’d like to meet you in the city one day for lunch or an early dinner.” “I don’t know what my weeks schedule looks like yet. As you know, as a personal assistant for the senator, I also have a demanding job. I go as much as you.
So if we’re not able to meet up this time, maybe we can meet up on your next trip. For some reason I started to feel a little uncomfortable with his persistence. “I’ll let you know how my weeks going.” All of a sudden Virgil grabbed me around my waist and tried to kiss me. I put my hands up defensively and gently pushed away and said, “Virgil, I don’t operate like that, don’t get it twisted.” I smiled, got into my car, and flew down the parkway. Halfway home, April called and asked what I thought of Virgil. “Thanks girl, but for my sixth sense is saying don’t do it. Besides, I don’t think he’s my type. Even if he was, I don’t want to date anyone right now.” By the time we hung up, I was home. I walked into the house, let Hobbs in then went upstairs to rip off my bathing suit and take a hot shower and got ready for bed.
It seemed as soon as I closed my eyes my alarm clock was going off. Damn, it’s six o’ clock already, I said to myself. I hit the snooze button for another fifteen minutes and then dragged myself out of bed when it went off for the second time. I showered, dressed, had coffee and was on my way to work by 7:45. I hate coming to work on the weekends, but, that’s how it is. I was right in the middle of an international call when April sashayed into my office. I whispered. “Have a seat April, I’ll be with you in a second,” and motioned for her to take a seat. Before