Page 4 of Surprise! I'm Engaged To My Boss
Or maybe, judging by her reaction, it hadn't been so good.
“Where are we?” I asked again.
“It doesn’t matter,” was her sharp reply. “None of this matters, let’s just pretend it didn’t happen. Just don’t fire me, please.”
“You work for me?” Fuck! Had I really gotten involved with an employee then? What a huge pile of shit...
“Just pretend nothing happened, okay?” She finished putting the dress on her body and started looking around, looking for something. Until she ran to a corner of the room, grabbed a bag and left.
She left as if she was running away from a demon.
Seriously, had the night been that bad?
I lay back down on the bed, closing my eyes and trying to recover from that mix of sleep and hangover. My level of mental confusion was far beyond any other drinking session in my life.
However, little by little, I started remembering some things from last night.
That woman... I remembered seeing her alone at the bar, drinking one drink after another...
Yes, that was it, I was quite sober at that point.
After I first saw her, I think it took me over an hour before I decided to join her. I had my reasons forgetting drunk, and apparently so did she, which is why I started the conversation.
Yes, that part was very clear. I remembered exactly what our first words had been.
“Look, I don't know you and I know this is none of my business, but... Aren't you drinking a little too much?” I asked, a little startled by the speed at which she was downing one shot after another.
She raised her glass towards me and replied without even looking at me, “It's all on the company's dime. And I want to bleed that son of a bitch CEO dry.”
Surprised by such a sincere comment, I found myself momentarily speechless. I believe she realized this, because she finally turned her face toward me, looking at me and recognizing me. However, instead of being embarrassed, she laughed.
She simply laughed. And she added, “Oh my God, you're the son of a bitch!” She drank the contents of her glass in one gulp and continued laughing.
I think she wasreallydrunk...
But, fuck it, she was right. I was a real son of a bitch and I could use a drink too. I asked the bartender to serve me the same thing she had, and I downedit, immediately ordering another shot. The drunk girl next to me seemed curious about this.
“Wow... had a bad day, huh?”
“It's been a bad few days, actually.”
“What kind of bad day would a guy like Michael Turner have?”
“Can't you think of anything?”
“I may have some guesses.”
“Go ahead, then.”
She took another sip, before she started guessing, “Did you run out of champagne in your limo? Did you want to trade in your helicopter for a more modern model, but they didn’t have the color you wanted? Did you want to spend the weekend at your mansion in Hawaii, but the weather forecast said it was going to rain?”
That wouldn't be a problem for me. My house in Hawaii has an outdoor area with an indoor pool.
But maybe commenting on it would make me seem as snobbish and vain as she thought I was.
And I didn't even have a limo.
I thought it was kind of tacky, to tell the truth.
