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A Christmas Story, Part 2

https://www.reddit.com/r/girlfartstories/comments/a9qwhs/a_christmas_story_part_2/

Continued from Part 2

"Yes, actually, I am," he said. "I just started last week."

He slowly lowered his hand, frowning at her, but still keeping that half smile on his face.

"Which department do you work for?" she asked, raising her hot cocoa to her lips. Her brown eyes remained on his, unmoving.

"IT," he replied. "Um, are you not gonna shake my hand? Isn't that a little rude, miss?"

"IT..." she repeated slowly, and she licked her lips as she brought her mug away from her mouth. "That's interesting." Her gaze moved up and down his entire body. "You don't seem like the type."

"Oh yeah," he said, raising his eyebrow. It was a little weird that she didn't shake his hand, but he had to admit, this woman was outrageously sexy. The way her lips moved as she spoke, the way she looked at him. He just wanted to bend her over one of the office desks and wrap his fingers around those brown locks of hair while he investigated if that ass was as fun as it looked. "What would you peg me as?"

"Delivery driver," she said simply.

"Ouch," he said, leaning away from her. He let out a chuckle. She didn't.

"Are you enjoying the party, Blake?" she asked. And she took a step towards him.

Some of the people that were watching got chills. Not all, but some. Some had learned to recognize the look appearing in her eyes, a look which was best described as predatory excitement. That winning smile lighting up her face looked friendly. But it wasn't.

"Well, the party was okay," Blake replied, looking over her chest, hips, and legs, "but now that I've seen you, it just got a lot better."

"I'm glad," Ellie said, giving him one of those charming smiles everyone in the office loved so much.

"You never told me your name," he said, pointing at her.

She patted him on the shoulder.

"See you around, buddy," she said, and with that, she walked off.

Blake watched her for a moment, and then he scoffed to himself.

"See you around, buddy?" he repeated. "What the hell? What a bitch!"

He looked at the guys around him. They wouldn't meet his gaze. One stared at the floor, his lips pressed together, his eyebrows raised. The other looked at the ceiling, scratching the back of his head. He at least expected an angry reaction from the woman around him, but they looked just as uncomfortable as the guys, none of them able to look him in the eyes. He felt like someone who had just been diagnosed with a terminal illness.

Blake scoffed again and walked off, deciding to get some more eggnog.

The rest of the Christmas party went on uneventfully. Blake hit on some more women, but he didn't have much success. Still, he caught glimpses of Ellie as she moved around the party, captivating the attention of everyone around her, so it wasn't all bad.

The eggnog wasn't very strong, but by the end of the party, he had had enough to be a little buzzed.

People were starting to leave. Blake tried hitting on a few more women, but they had all pretty much turned him down, so he decided he would go too.

He made his way to the office wardrobe and picked up his coat and scarf. He put the jacket on and wrapped the scarf around his neck before feeling his pockets for his keys.