Men are stupid and slow

Lilly

As I sat behind my desk, I nervously waited for an open window to catch Chance. I’d been at work for two hours, but he’d sent a message to Kimberly and I not to be disturbed.

The message I sent him last night showed he’d seen it, but no response came. Only one missed call. From my boss. God, I hoped Chance would take the news well. He was good with my daughters, but we never talked about children. It was a moot point since I couldn’t have any more. Or at least I thought so.

“How are you feeling?” Kimberly startled me out of my thoughts. “You’re still pale.”

It’ll be my complexion for a while.

“Much better today.”

I glanced toward the door where the man who stole my heart sat behind his executive desk. Still no word and lunchtime approached rapidly.

I stood up and smoothed down my skirt. Black pencil skirt and white blouse. I couldn’t handle green today. My fingers trembled and I interlocked them together. I knocked on the door, determination settled deep in the pit of my stomach