Page 28 of Mailroom Delight
“I don’t care about money.” I knew that sounded weird, because who didn’t care about money?
I’d been born into wealth and raised by good people. My parents taught me money was just a thing. What mattered in life were the things you couldn’t put a price on. Things like family, precious memories, love, opportunity. They’d always encouraged me to seek those things if I wanted to be rich.
“That’s interesting. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone say that.” She looked intrigued, which meant she was warming up to me.
“I’m not like most people, Sweet Thing.”
“So why would you do this?” she opened her palms.
“Because, people like you and I can make a difference in some small way. Women look to you for guidance. They see you as someone who they want to emulate. Strong-willed, successful, and beautiful. Good advice is worth its weight in gold. That’s why you need to be careful with what you say, especially to those who look up to you.” I smiled when I saw I’d struck a nerve. “And me. I provide a safe environment, online and off, where people can get connected. They know that when they come to my club or go on my site everything is exactly as it should be. My company takes all measures necessary to do this. So, there aren’t any hidden surprises, would-be criminals, or people with bad intentions luring others into a trap.”
I held her gaze as she listened to me. “Oh. That’s really good…” she looked back to the crowd and I noticed something in her eyes I hadn’t seen before. I couldn’t quite describe what that was though.
“There’s a lot of people here. I can’t believe they all matched up from a dating site. How?” Again, she looked back to me, intrigued.
“They find someone who’s just like them.” I answered. The simplicity of my answer shocked her.
“Do you know how hard that is?
“No. It’s simple.” I laughed at the stern look she gave me.
“It’s not simple. It’s a hard process.”
“Process? You think it’s a process?” It actually didn’t surprise me that she thought that.
“Of course. You have to be sure that you match properly.” She insisted.
“Yeah, sure, but that doesn’t have a process. People who truly match don’t care about process.”
“Well there must be a process with all of this.” She insisted.
“No. They simply go online and start talking, if they are interested to meet they meet here and take it from there.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that, and with added peace of mind.”
She looked like she wanted to challenge me again, so I thought of what I could do to challenge her instead.
“It’s that simple?” she asked.
“Yes Paige, when people click there is no process. Like how we’re clicking right now.” I knew I’d grab her attention by saying that.
“We’re not clicking. This is a work thing and you’re my boss.”
“News flash, Sweet Thing, we aren’t at work, and yes we are clicking. There was no process to that. Just raw emotion.”
“I don’t have any emotion towards you, other than annoyance.” She blinked a few times, lashes long and thick over her eyes.
“I beg to differ.”
“Are you kidding me? Of course, I’m annoyed at you.”
“But you also like me.”
“No, not really.” She shook her head.
“Okay, well if that’s true kiss me.” I laughed again at the look on her face.
