Page 21 of Fraud
“It’s just that, whenever I’m asked what I do at the college, it’s followed up by that same exact question.”
I nodded. “So, I take it, you don’t teach?”
She shook her head. “No, I work in Student Services. Not nearly as exciting, is it?”
“That sounds rather boring,” I said, repeating the words she’d spoken back to her.
She laughed, feeling the tension between us finally break. “Yes, I guess it does.”
It was fairly simple after that. A little flirting, a couple of drinks, and by the end of the night, I had Katelyn O’Malley’s phone number. Not nearly as hard as I’d imagined.
And twice as fun.
It wasn’t until I got back to the room and was celebrating my success with a late-night order of room service that I realized I hadn’t thought about the waitress since that timid little blonde fell into my arms.
