Making It To First Base

I quickly rush into the bathroom and fix my hair and splash some water on my face. I slip into a clean shirt and put a new jacket on, a few gargles of mouth wash, and I'd say I am as good as new to go.

I buzz the front desk again.

"Tajsa, you can send him in."

"I will send her in, Mr. Chase."

"Tajsa, what have you done?"

But she does not answer; instead, there is a gentle knock on the door.

"Mr. Chase."

"Skye!"

I nearly fall back over; there is, and I am most definitely visibly is the biggest smile on my face ever. I don't know if it is the whiskey, but I feel warm all over.

I show her into the office to come to sit down at the table

"I am glad to see you have changed into something with less of a coffee aroma." she chuckles as she points to my shirt.

"And I see you finally got out of that shirt."

She takes a seat next to me on the couches and places a bag in front of me on the table. I can clearly s