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casually, trying not to come off overly annoyed.
      “Emily, I was calling to see if you’d like me to order dinner for us tonight?” 
      “Oh. Sorry Ethan, I’ve already eaten.”
      “Very well, Emily.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll see you in about an hour. Don’t be late.” 
      “It was thoughtful of you to consider me for dinner, Ethan. See you then.”  
      The phone call with Ethan reminded Emily to text Andy, saying that she had plans with a friend and that she would catch up with him at the gym soon. She set her phone down on the table, picked up the dishtowel and hurriedly began wiping down the counters. All the dishes were washed, dried and put away.
      Emily ran upstairs to her bedroom to slip into some jeans and her favorite electric blue, silk blouse from J. Crew. Looking at her reflection in the mirror she decided to touch up her makeup, lightly. She brushed her teeth, put on some more deodorant, glossed her lips with her favorite nude lip color and spritzed some perfume. The clock read 6:33 P.M. With a final check of her makeup in the living room mirror she grabbed her purse and glided out the door. 
     

     
      Staring at Ethan, Emily took note of his appearance. He was wearing a light blue button down shirt that had faint pinstripes paired with dark jeans. He rarely wore anything casual. She was used to seeing him in suit and tie. Even on Friday’s when the dress code was relaxed it was rare that Ethan would come to work wearing jeans. For a guy he accessorized well, nothing too flashy, but he did occasionally style his suits with a pocket square, shiny cuff links or a sterling silver tie clip from Tiffany’s. And he loved watches, Cartier, Burberry, Gucci and Movado. He probably had at least ten different styles he could circulate and mix and match through his wardrobe.
      Ethan was now standing next to her. “You smell nice this evening,” he remarked, his voice silvery.
      “What a lovely compliment. Thank you, Ethan.” 
      Why can’t he be this nice all the time? Or maybe he was suggesting that I don’t normally smell nice.
      Running his hand slowly across the top of the conference room table and tracing the edges of the paper with his index finger, Emily imagined those strong hands were on her face, with that index finger tracing her jawline to her lips. Suddenly, Emily felt her whole body become hot, and she sipped her water.
      A million thoughts began to rush into her mind. This guy is your co-worker and don’t forget a total ass. As hot as you think he is, you have to control yourself.
      Snapping out of her silence Emily asked, “So, what do you think?”
      Shifting to an upright position, Ethan replied, “I only see the need for a couple of changes, Emily.”
      Emily smiled politely feeling relief curl through her thinking she could go home soon and not have to work the weekend.
      “Oh, wait,” Ethan scowled. “This is incorrect, totally and completely fucked up.”
      Emily leaned over the table to see what had Ethan so worked up. “Emily, tell me why you’re using last year’s percentages for the path to online purchases? That doesn’t help us here and now,” Ethan chided. “These numbers are a lot higher this year.”
      Ethan folded his arms across his broad chest while staring at Emily. Fire danced in his eyes as he waited for her to answer. Emily stood there motionless and stared at Ethan blankly. Confusion, anger and fear all coursed through her body. Is Ethan trying to intimidate me?
       “I’m…I’m sorry Ethan, this is the numbers report that was given to me by Morgan,” Emily replied, feeling her throat thick with anger and possibly tears.
      “I don’t need your excuses, Emily,” he huffed. “And no, it wasn’t. I emailed Morgan the current numbers. Check your records again.”
      Her fists balled up as she felt hot tears begin to prick her eyes. There was no way Emily was going to let this egomaniac bully her,