Find Myself Again

Margaritas?

Monday's are always the hardest. I wake up a few minutes before my alarm clock goes off. I think the sound annoys me so much that my body actually wakes itself up to avoid the noise. Even in movies and on tv alarm clocks make me cringe.

After I've showered I stand in front of the bathroom mirror brushing my teeth. My face looks extra pale under the bathroom light and both eyes have small dark circles under them. This is why I wear makeup. Once I'm done brushing my teeth I put on a little concealer, foundation and mascara. I part my hair over my left eye and my bangs swoop over towards my right eye. I don't have a lot of time to do my hair so I decide to blow dry it and throw it up in a ponytail. I have dark blonde hair that's just below my shoulders. It's at that awkward stage where it's not short but not long and doesn't want to do anything.

Thanks to traffic I'm on time to work. Once at my desk I turn on my computer and start going through my emails. After staring at my computer for a couple hours I finally pry my eyes away from my computer and see Zack standing at my desk, causing me to jump.

"Damn you Zack! How long have you been there?" I bark at him. He's smiling at me with his arms crossed while leaning against my desk. Zack is the office flirt. Zack is annoying.

"Hi there gorgeous." He says while flashing a cocky smile at me. "I'm hoping today is my lucky day and you finally break down and let me take you to dinner?"

"You know what. It is your lucky day." I reply turning my chair to face him. I see his eyes fill with lust as I took up at him.

"I knew you'd finally break down baby. How about I pick you up this weekend, say Saturday night?" He says. I think he's trying to seduce me. Ew.

"That's not going to work. You see, Zack. The reason you're so lucky is the fact that I'm not standing over you watching you cry as you protect further damage to your groin." I growl while giving him my best "back the fuck off' glare. "Now piss off before I get half the female staff to accompany me to HR to file a sexual harassment case." I hiss.

"Easy there, kitten. You can't blame a man for trying."

"Do not call me kitten. In fact, don't call me any pet name; I hate pet names especially when they come from your mouth." I mutter when I see Grace approach us. Grace gives one look at Zack he quickly retreats to the nearest office he can find.

"Still bothering you I see." She says staring at the door Zack just walked through.

"Always. How do you get him to leave with just one look? I've tried everything but nothing works." I say with admiration.

"Have sex with him." She answers still staring at the door. My jaw hits the floor and I'm pretty sure I sprung an eyelid from how big I opened my eyes.

"You didn't!" I practically squeal.

"Unfortunately, yes. It was my first week here and we had a company summer party at some colonial house in Bellevue. Lots of alcohol, and when you don't know Zack he's quite charming. After we hooked up in one of the upstairs bathrooms I saw him flirting with a new girl not ten minutes later after returning to the party. It wasn't my proudest moment, but I got him back upstairs and we snuck into a bedroom this time. I had him take off all his clothes and then I pulled my stockings off and tied each of his hands to a bed post. Once he was secure I pulled my phone out and took a picture of him spread out across the bed. Let's just say, for someone so confident, he's not carrying anything impressive. I told him if he messed with me or anyone I knew I'd send the picture to everyone." She boasts finally looking at me.

Zack and Grace together, I can't even begin to picture them together. I also don't see Grace as the type of woman to have sex in a random bathroom in a house full of people.