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eye, we danced to
a live band and toasted each other with champagne. Even in my mind I wasn’t
sure if we matched, and I felt silly even for thinking about it. I shook the
image away, deciding that I would simply focus on enjoying the evening and
forgetting about Mathis.

Jennifer & Philip
 

Chapter
3
     
    She was still thinking
about the similarities and differences of the two men she was torn between when
she arrived back at her apartment. She was so preoccupied that she almost
stepped on the figure sitting in front of her door.
     
    “Brad!” Jennifer
stumbled backwards, cheeks flaming at the sound of her squeaking his name.
     
    “Hiya, babe!” Brad
bounced to his feet. A wide grin spread across his face. He looked good in a
pair of faded jeans and a fitted black t-shirt. “Thought I'd surprise you but
it turned out that your roommate wasn't here to let me in either.”
     
    Jennifer shook her
head, automatically answering. “No, she's at the restaurant today.” She fumbled
the keys in her hand as she tried to find the right one. She hadn't been
expecting to come home and find Brad there and her brain was scrambling to
catch up. “U-uh…come on in.”
     
    Brad followed
Jennifer into the apartment. “Looking good, Jenny.”
     
    She could hear the
admiration in his voice and thought of how nice it was to get a compliment and
know that it wasn't because he expected sex. “Thank you.” She set down her
purse and keys. “Have a seat while I go change.”
     
    Brad settled on the
couch while Jennifer headed into the bedroom. She thought about trying to find
something casual-dressy, her ingrained response being to make herself nice for
Brad, but the thought of that much effort only made her feel even more tired
than she already was. “Fuck it,” she muttered as she pulled a pair of gray
cut-off sweats and a black t-shirt out of her dresser. She'd had a tough
twenty-four hours and she just wanted to be comfortable. If her ex didn't like
it, he could leave. She walked back out into the living room, steeling herself
to deal with snide comments about how she was letting herself go. What she
wasn't prepared for was the look of concern on Brad's face.
     
    “Jennifer, are you
okay?” He slid over on the couch and patted the seat next to him.
     
    She sat on the edge
of the cushion, still not entirely sure if she could trust this side of Brad.
She very much wanted to, but, at the same time, knew she should be cautious.
She was just so tired of having her guard up all of the time.
     
    “You can talk to
me,” Brad said, turning slightly so he could focus all of his attention on
Jennifer.
    She nearly squirmed under the intensity of his gaze. She'd never had Brad so
intent on her while they were talking. He was notorious for only half listening
to anything she had to say. “Well…I had a bad day at work. A bad couple of
days, actually. It's no big deal, really.”
     
    Brad looked at her
expectantly. “You'll feel better if you talk about it.” He stretched his arm
along the back of the couch, but didn't touch her.
     
    Jennifer was going
to refuse to talk, to just shake it off and pretend that it didn't matter, but
the look of concern and sympathy on Brad's face was so refreshing, after hours
of Philip's aloof demeanor, that she gave in.
     
    “My boss is really
moody.”
     
    “The guy from the
hotel?” Brad prompted.
     
    Jennifer nodded.
“He hired me as his assistant and told me that he wanted to groom me to one day
be a manager or higher, but sometimes he acts like I'm not even there. He goes
from wanting me to do all kinds of stuff, and other times, it's like I'm not
competent enough to answer his phone.” Jennifer prayed her cheeks wouldn't give
away that she wasn't just talking about work.
     
    “The guy doesn’t
sound like he’s a very good boss,” Brad said. He touched her shoulder but
didn't linger, as if unsure how his touch would be taken. “If he can't see how
great you are at your job,