Not Good For You

Jack

Cheryl is the woman I usually take to events with me as my arm candy, and of course, take to my bed after.
I haven't spoken to her for a while as she can be a little clingy to say the least. I don't need clingy women, they are the worst,

I press reject, before turning my attention back to Joyce, "Sorry. Joyce, you were saying?"

"You have an 11am conference call and then you are pretty much free for lunch until 3pm when you have a meeting with the beer company." Joyce informs me.

"Great. That's all, Joyce. Thanks for the coffee."

She gives me a warm smile, nods and leaves the office to go to her own death outside.

I catch up with a few emails while I wait for my telephone call to come through but I still can't concentrate properly.
How many time is Rachel going to say no to me or brush me off? I need to up my game if I want to make her mine.

The conference call runs for almost 3 hours and by the end of it, I'm ready to pull my hair out. There's no way I can get away to the coffee shop now before my meeting at 3pm.
Then an idea hits my brain... something that I have never done before.
I am going to send Rachel flowers

I press the intercom and ask Joyce to come into my office.

"Everything ok?" Joyce asks once she enters my space.

"Can you get in contact with a florist to send some flowers to Rachel's coffee shop on Tile road please?"

"Flowers?" Joyce gasps.

"Yes. A nice big arrangement please. Cost doesn't matter. Get them sent to Rachel White. I want the card to read 'I will get a date with you. J'

"A... a date?"

"Yes, Joyce." I chuckle at her shocked face. "Don't seem so surprised. I date sometimes."

Joyce shakes her head, "Sorry, Jack, it just shocked me. You're such a playboy."

"Maybe I don't want to be anymore."

"I'm definitely going to have to sit down now!"

I laugh heartily, "Oh, go away."

"I will get the flowers sorted now." She says with a grin and leaves.

Forty minutes later, as I am getting ready got my next meeting, my phone pings with a text message. I just know it's going to be from Rachel as I pick it up and read it.

'Thank you for the flowers
but I can't accept them. R'

'You can and you will. Thought
you didn't save my number? ;) J'

Shes slowly warming up to me. I feel smug.

By the end of the day, I am definitely ready to go home and relax. I wonder what Rachel will be doing tonight? Will she be at home with her kid relaxing and having a glass of wine maybe?