The road to love (editing!!)

Chapter 5 - A voice from the past (edited)

Dean

"You're not listening to a word I'm saying".

It was drive-Bianca day again and she was not happy. It seemed her latest escapades did not have the desired effect on Duncan and she was busy moping about his lack of reaction. She was right though, I hadn't been listening. My mind was on other things this morning, specifically a red-haired girl with dangerous taste in shoes. I could still feel her in my arms, soft and rounded in all the right places. I mentally shook myself. Geez Dean, you're a player! You enjoy them and move on. No strings remember...

I turned my attention back to Bianca. "Sorry baby-girl. Momentary lapse. I'm listening." I suddenly felt a presence on my left and surely, there I saw Beatle-girl, Jessie. She glanced at me and lifted her hand in greeting. I did the same and felt a satisfied grin appear on my face when she blushed. I saw Bianca glance over to her left as well.

"Oh, so that's her! Not your usual type, hey D."

Her words made me think. True, Jessica was not my usual type. So why did she intrigue me so? "It was just a surprise to find that we'd be working together, that's all. She's kind of cute. Like a little sister, " I defended myself.

Bianca smiled, glancing at Jessie again. "Well, she's pretty. It's high time you stop chasing skirt, Dean! Why not give it go?"

"What do you mean, 'give it a go'?"

"You know, date her! She looks a lot nicer that the usual stick figures you hang out with. Those stuck-up fortune hunters give me a pain in my a..."

"You're stuck-up too," I interrupted her rant about my previous choices in monthly entertainment.

"I'm not," she pouted while crossing her arms and turning to look directly at me. "You know I'm not! I just pretend to be around your flavors of the month. They irritate me. All salads and water and no sense of having any kind of conversation with a person that does not revolve around the latest fashions or how short their skirts should be." Bianca huffed again, making me hide a smile at her words. "Give me some meat any day! I like being curvy, thank you! And at least I can hold my own in my dad's friends' conversations."

Bianca was being modest. She graduated top of her class in business school, showing she was more than just a pair of legs. In truth, Bianca was nicely curved in all the right places and liked it that way. She looked healthy, heck she was sexy as hell, though a guy couldn't say that about his best girl-friend. Not that I thought of her that way, not since we got over the whole dating-thing. She had saved me from many a female in the past, putting on the jealous girlfriend-routine when I need her to.

"I don't think she's interested in me, B. She's very professional." I sighed. "Nope, not going down that road. Besides, I have enough female attention as it is."

"Ok, play it that way, Mr Denial-is-a-river-in-Africa." She smirked at me and I decided to ignore her as we were pulling into her office block's parking. She could tease me all she wanted. I just was not into Jessie in that way.

Jessie

"Urgh" I rested my head on the table at lunch.

"What's that groan for?" Sharon asked while we waited for our lunch orders.

"Traffic used to be fun. It's not fun anymore." I glanced up at her.

"So what if your dreamguy turned out to be Dean Parker. Why can't you still look?"

"Cause he has a girlfriend. A blonde one. All perky and bright-smiled."

Sharon frowned, caught off-guard by my statement. She was the walking Parker encyclopedia after all. "First word I heard of a girlfriend, for either one of them, actually. And you know I know all there is to know about them."