Longboard (Desk Surfing Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

teeth.  It wasn't anything bombastic but it was a neat little logo.  And it fit Longboard's style, classy.  There were also Key Way pens with legal pads and bottles of water.  Everything had the Key Way logo on it, even the water.  I was thinking the committee members would think Longboard an ego maniac.  That wouldn't be so far off.
                    I went back down the row to see if I could get the assistant, Belinda, to also set some clean glasses and a few pitchers of fresh water.  We had water bottles but I figured those were for the road.  You always had to stay hydrated in Hawaii.  Even the grass was always dry from being beaten by the sun.  I went back to my desk and reviewed my PowerPoint .  I emailed it to Camille, the bottled-blonde California girl, who was temping at our company.  She was temp-to-perm but I didn't mind her.  If they made her permanent, it didn't really bother me.  I looked around for her but she wasn't in.  I sent her the Where are you? text and got no response because she was in the elevator.  She showed up about a minute after I sent the text. 
                  "Hey Cam."  She saw me as she came in the front door.  She was sweet with dimples to match.  I couldn't stand her Barbie-doll antics for the first month.  But she was punctual and did everything I asked her to do, so she pretty much killed me with kindness.
                  "Hey Boss-lady," said Camille.  Plus she called me Boss-lady, letting me know she knew where she stood. 
                  "So I sent you our PowerPoint for today."
                  "Right," said Camille, "And I got it and sent you confirmation."  I hadn't actually checked my email because I was riding Longboard's longboard, so I had to play it off.
                  "Yep, I got your confirmation and wanted you to do me a quick favor 'fore the committee people show up."
                  "What's that?" asked Camille.
                  "Could you grab one of the laptops and set it up with a projector in the conference room?"
                  "Yep," said Camille.
                  "You know how to work the projector?"
                  "Yep," said Camille. 
                  "Perfect, if you need anything just let me know."
                  "Will do," said Camille.  I went back to my desk to go over my slides.  I didn't want Longboard to think I was preoccupied with the night before.  My part of the presentation had to be smooth.  I mentally took myself through the steps of the presentation, but I stopped myself.  I remembered one thing, the name cards.  I hadn't put the name cards in each place.  We had it pre-organized who was to sit where.  Thankfully, I wasn't sitting next to Longboard.  I had the seating chart in my desk along with the name cards.  I walked straight toward the conference room.  I tried to hide the name cards in my underarm.  I didn't want anyone in the office to think I was so last minute.  In the conference room, I saw that Camille had set everything up.  The laptop was connected.  The projector was on but in standby mode.  And the drop-down screen was dropped down. 
                  I felt something.  It made me think of that look Longboard had when I told him to work it from the back.  It was that dog with the perked up head kinda feeling.  I was in the conference room alone.  But I felt something.  I could feel his hand moving up the back of my thigh.  I turned around and heard a squeak.  Thank God I was in the conference room alone or someone would have seen me and thought I was a pill-popper or on Molly.  I looked around for a wild fifteen seconds trying to find out where the squeak came from.  It took me longer than it should've to realize it was my own squeak. 
                  But I did feel something.  It made me think maybe