Life Choices

Chapter 1

Tasha's POV:

"My god Laura have you seen this man, about the finest thing to walk on my stage isn't he?" The woman on the television purred as she hung on Gordon's arm, her frame looking frail beside his broad chest and solid shoulders. But boy was she right, my boss was by far a God. Rich, handsome, successful, and too damn young to own the business he did.

Turning up the volume I pulled my laptop onto my lap, opening the email he had sent out earlier encouraging the staff to watch his interview on Caley's Latenight. An interview promised to be about some of our newest products but was already being consumed by questions concerning his love life or lack there of. He was single, always had been and had made it clear he had no intention of changing that though his list of conquests disappeared over the horizon.

He could probably insulate his house with the amount of panties dropped in his bedroom. But I mean who could blame them? If I weren't such a anti-relationship activist myself I'd let him slip a ring on it any day.

I looked up to the television again, trying to tune back into what was going on.

Gordon sat in an over stuffed chair, this large build fitting tightly inside it, his legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankles. He openly flirted with the host who was leaning over the arm of her chair, her large breast pressed against her arm, making them spill from her frilly white top.

She was gorgeous, the kind of face that everyone wanted to see on television but knowing Thompson I could tell he couldn't get off that stage fast enough, flirting to dodge questions was written in his programming and he was bypassing almost every one of them with ease. Diverting the busty brunette back to what he wanted to talk about. Smooth boss, smooth.

"Well unfortunately ladies it's time for us to go to a quick commercial break and afterwards we have our next guest who I'm sure you will all be equally as pleased to see. But this delicious piece of bachelor is leaving us for the evening." The host paused, allowing the women in the crowd to show their dismay, donning a pout herself. "Thank you again for joining us! Gordon Thompson everyone!" With her last word the camera panned in closely over Gordon's face as he waved to the crowd, the name of the show flashed obnoxiously on the corner of the screen before switching to a commercial for low calorie sparkling water.

With a stretched I turned off the TV and headed off to my room. The apartment was empty, my roommate and sister off at her boyfriends place as usual. Though we didn't exactly spend everyday together it was a little saddening to come home to an empty apartment, my only company being a cat that decided to walk under my feet and cause a face plant whenever he needed a giggle. Which seemed to be increasing lately as it happened three times in the last week.

Scooping him up in my arms as I walked by I scratched his orange chin, earning a happy meow as we entered my room and plopped down on the bed. The little black bell on his collar jingled as he made himself comfortable on the copious amount of extra pillows stacked against my head board.

"Ready?" With a meow that had a little too much attitude he laid his head down, his eyes closing as an answer. "Well okay then, silence it is."

Climbing under the blankets I set an alarm and turned out the light, because I spent the last hour watching Gordon's interview and not finishing up my work it would be yet another late night/early morning for me.

I tossed and turned for what seemed like hours, drifting off into dreams a few times only to wake up again, my mind being pulled to my laptop. Anxiety clawing at the lining of my stomach, thoughts of the work load for tomorrow keeping my mind from rest. I sat up in bed with a sigh, reaching over to clicked the power button on my phone for the time, 3 AM . Dammit.