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barely sit still.  My, how quickly things can change.
    I pick up my purse and walk over to the break room, trying not to give away how uneasy I feel.  My co-workers probably think I'm one of the layoffs.  I sit down at a table near the vending machine and reach for my cell.  I need to call Jake and finish the job.  Mom's right, I need to let him know that there will be no more holiday fun between these legs.  I'm a responsible mother and one of his employees.  I can't be sleeping with the corporate boss, no matter how hot he may be.
    Oh, this is depressing.  The only thing that keeps me focused is the vision of my two children who are counting on me to stay out of the psych ward and capable of putting food on the table.  It's time to buck up.
    Somehow, miraculously, I get Jake's voicemail.  I feel my insides jump a bit as I hear his voice again.  The thing is not to get freaked out by the memories of his lips on mine, traveling down my body.  God, he knew how to play me like a piano.
    I lean forward and fan my fingers toward my face trying to cool the heat coming from my body.  What kind of power does this man have over me?
    Okay, get it together.  Time to speak and don’t sound like an idiot again.
    "Hhh..hi, Jake.  It's Jillian.  Listen, with all the changes I’m dealing with, I think it's best we cancel our plans for tonight.  I will be thinking of you.  I hope that we meet again someday soon.  Bye."
    Wow.  I actually didn't sound half bad!  I can't believe myself.  I feel quite exhilarated as I pick my body up off the chair and head back to my desk.  As I walk back down the hall, I feel pure and refreshed.  The transformation occurring with me is unreal! Mom is right.  This independent, strong woman stuff is pretty empowering!  I mean, who needs sex, anyway?
    I've gone YEARS without it, and I didn't shrivel up and die.  Sure, it wasn't exactly the most exciting time of my life, but life's not so bad.  I can do this.  I walk past Jackie, the office "hottie" at her desk and idly glance over, but I don't feel the slightest desire to be jealous of her.  I have two beautiful children and an exciting new city to explore.  I don't need a man to be happy.  I certainly don't miss Jake and all of his...his muscles and good smelling cologne.  Who needs that?
    Fortunately, for me and my overwhelmed brain, it's quite an easy time to work at Wilshire.  With the new ownership and my promotion, no one is breathing down my throat.  Of course, I should look like I'm doing SOMETHING, but the fact that I'm brain dead at the moment will most likely fly under the radar.  I should be calling to let my contacts know that I'm relocating, but I know that I can do that in an e-mail later this week.
    Somehow the whole afternoon goes by, and I haven't done anything but check apartment prices and schools in New York.  To be honest, I can't really concentrate on real work.  I suppose I'm too excited about my new independent woman mantra.
    At 5 o'clock sharp, I begin to pack up my things.  I look down at my smartphone and notice I have no missed calls or new messages.  I slump at my desk, cupping my forehead.  He didn't call.  I guess I AM just sex to him and now that I'm moving, I'm inconvenient sex.
    Mom was right.  I'm not ready for a relationship and this is NOT the kind of guy I need.  Why does she have to be right?
    I want to get out of here so quickly; I'm actually throwing my laptop into my bag and swigging down the last of my coffee.  I throw away the cup and throw my purse over my shoulder and head for the door.  Mom should be parked outside.  I want to call Jake back and tell him I will meet him after all, but I told myself that I wouldn't.  I PROMISED myself - and I can't break my own promise.  I carry my things out the door and look for Mom at the entrance.  There she is, parked near the tow zone probably wondering what other disaster I've gotten myself into.
    I grab the door handle and