Love Is Blind

Chapter 2 - Blake

Dear Blake,

I read over the instant message I received last night for the millionth time as my mind ties into knots over this joke. It's got to be a joke and let me say that I am not laughing.

Dear Blake,

Mr Bossman, I would like to tell you that this may be the stupidest thing I've ever done but what have I got to lose? Nothing that's right.

I'm in a dead end job - which I loved at one point but it's never been my dream. Instead there is only one thing that is keeping me from walking out this buildings door... YOU.

Okay, I'm going to do it. Let's throw caution to the wind girl.

I HAVE A HUGE, MOST UNDENIABLE CRUSH ON YOU AND I JUST CAN'T HIDE IT ANYMORE.

Phew, that's like a weight off my shoulders.

Now the worst part, I like you like a lot but you're the last person I should be daydreaming about.

Did you know, everyone around the office thinks your gay? Like come one just because you keep that smouldering look on 24/7 and wear those sexy as hell cowboy boots they think your untouchable.

Well let me tell you, it takes everything within me to not walk right up to you, push you against the wall and tell you just how you can put those cowboy boots to use.

God, is it hot in here or is just me?

Well I think I've said what was needed to be said.

Thank you my friend Jack Daniels for the strength and I guess I'll see you around cowboy. ;)

Cowboy, really? I don't know whether I should be elated that someone seems to have such an interest in me or be tearing this place apart to see who the hell is trying to prank me.

I'm going for the latter, it's most likely some stupid joke that I'm not in the mood for especially with all the extra work I have piling up from the in-house cuts and my bloody ex-fiancèe trying to get back in touch.

I'm in no mood to be messed with, this is why I've got my Head of IT to come down here promptly. Someone needs to find this employee and when they do I'll be happy to smoulder at them as I walk them personally out this building.

That brings a pleased smirk on my face as I lean back in my chair. Yeah nothing like finding justice.

While I check the clock to see when the Head of IT will be here my mind menacingly glances back at the message still on my screeb.

Gay. Do my employees really think I'm gay? There's nothing wrong with that, it's just I'm very much straight. I have my reasons for my odd fashion choices but it doesn't mean I've got to be gay.

Maybe I should organise a meeting or send a mass message to set this straight.

I shake my head at the thought, this is stupid. I'm letting this message get to me. It's idiotic and most likely done as a dare so it's best to ignore the information.

That small talk to myself doesn't stop me from roaming my eyes over the the last few lines once again.

...walk right up to you, push you against the wall and tell you just how you can put those cowboy boots to use.