The Gifting Series #6
Forty-year-old Caroline is too old to start dating and too bored with her vibrator, but what other choices does she have? On the day she burns her shirt and breaks a fingernail, she meets Etterian warriors. As part of her job a...
Caroline, or Caro, as lazy Izzy called her, shoved a spoonful of chocolate ice-cream into her mouth. Her eyes closed in bliss. But what she wanted to do was roll her eyes.
"I don't know why you let him speak to you like that?" Izzy was saying, again.
She'd heard Izzy's arguments too many times to count. The issue was her boss, Chief Engineer Douche or Dee for short. That his name was Duncan made it even more tongue-in-cheek. He terrorized her and had her do tasks that were below her pay-grade. He'd then castigate her for her 'poor' performance. No one stepped forward to defend her, not even herself. She worked for a shitty company, that was for damn sure. Yet she loved her job as an astrophysicist, spending her days—when allowed to—immersed in formulae and H-R diagrams. Numbers didn't lie, didn't cheat, didn't steal money out of her account... She grimaced at her negative thoughts.
It was time she moved on.
Caro raised her head to smile at Izzy. Moving on could wait until later since she was eating ice-cream in the middle of the day in her bestie's ice-cream parlor. Nothing should come between her and any form of organic chocolate.
"This is my last serving then I have to head back. I have deadlines to meet, T-off and all that," Caro teased. "How do you stay so thin?" She licked her spoon.
"I don't eat the ice-cream." Izzy bounced from behind the counter to slide into the booth. "My first few weeks here, I pigged out until I got sick of it."
"If I came here every day and had a chocolate ice-cream..."
"You'd gain weight." Izzy giggled. "Knowing your luck."
Caro harumphed.
"What did Dee have you do this time?" Izzy folded her arms on the table.
"A presentation for his son's career day." Caro stared at the ice cream cup, wondering if her tongue could reach the bottom.
"He's married?" Izzy squeaked.
Ew. Caro shuddered. His poor wife...ex-wife. "Nope, divorced."
"Shit. But not as shitty as him hitting on you if he was married."
Caro shrugged. "He was when he hit on me."
"Shit." Izzy squeaked again. "He's pure douche."
"I know, but how to get him to leave me alone."
Izzy giggled. "You should have taken him up on the offer and used your teeth while givin' him head."
Caro rolled her eyes but grinned despite her best efforts to remain stoic. Trust Izzy to find a way to lighten her mood. "Or thrown up on him when he dropped his trousers." Caro chuckled.
"Or threaten to tell the office how small his appendage is." Izzy wiggled her pinky.
Caro hummed. "He did do Maggie in Accounting."
"Now that's a conversation I would love to overhear. Hi, Mags, was hoping you could tell me Chief D's size in proportion to the average. Or better yet, you should start with the weather." Izzy laughed. "You don't have to know his size, just imply it's too small. He can't exactly go around showing everyone how wrong you are."
"That's true." Caro stuck her finger into the empty cup, swiped the sides, and licked off the melted chocolate. "Okay, next time he's being a Dee."
"You won't." Izzy huffed.
"No, I won't, but the thought of it... It's a delicious plan, Izzy. And maybe one day I'll find my balls stashed somewhere in my handbag and use them."
Izzy scoffed. "We can only hope."
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