Copyright © 2008 Cassandra Gold
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Two days later, Mark sat at his desk eating a late breakfast of miniature powdered donuts and tried to cope with the mountain of work in his inbox. The sound of a throat clearing drew his attention. Tim the delivery guy stood in front of his desk, smiling, packages in hand. He looked even better than he had the last time.
Mark realized he still held one of the little donuts halfway to his mouth and dropped it. Powdered sugar scattered over his desk and the front of his shirt. Little specks dotted his tie.
Shoot me now. Cheeks hot, sure he blushed, Mark managed, “Oh, sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.”
“I noticed.” Tim set the packages on the corner of the desk and held out the clipboard. “I need a signature.”
Mark wasted no time taking the clipboard and scrawling his name, more than ready to have this embarrassing situation end. “There you go.”
Tim squinted at his signature for a moment. “Mark?”
He nodded.
“Well, thanks, Mark. Have a great day. Oh, and you’ve got powdered sugar on your lip.”
The second Tim left, Mark licked his lower lip, finding the large smear of powdered sugar easily. Where’s a huge hole to open up and swallow me when I need one? I won’t mind a bit.
Wouldn’t the rest of the secretaries love to hear about this?
He skipped lunch.