I’m so drunk I can’t type anything. I’ll write tomorrow.
“‘I’ve met someone,’ he said. ‘So have I,’ I replied.”
The snow’s thawing and I spent the morning at the PR company. Ellie was wearing a white blouse with a dark bra underneath it. There’s definitely something hot about her and I can’t tell if she’s flirting with me, everyone, or that’s just the way she is. Probably the last.
Jo was back in the office today. She still didn’t look great and didn’t say anything to anyone. I e-mailed her about Rachel’s work and she said I’d done a great job of covering for her so we should go out for a drink tomorrow to celebrate me being someone’s boss! If she’s coming out for a drink then I guess it can’t be that bad, or perhaps she’s just trying to get through it, whatever it is.
I had lunch with Ha and Rachel today and Ha said I should bring Kieran round to theirs for dinner sometime. He’s away this weekend at a friend’s stag do (which is really annoying) but I said we would soon. Ha said she hoped it would be as much fun as at my place and it made me blush, and Rachel had no idea what was going on (thankfully). Ha said she’d make sure she kept the thermostat high so I could wear whatever I wanted, if I wanted to, and didn’t have to worry about getting cold and I slapped her on the arm! I guess nothing really has changed between us after the other week, which is good.
And I can’t believe I’m not even seeing Kieran this week. I took out my frustration in Pilates, which just means I’ll ache tomorrow.
“The only thing I regretted was the colour choice.”
It was snowing when I went to the startup this morning, so I went for boots and stockings and a skirt, like any respectable woman would, and a clingy top with a sweater. I saw them all watch me when I took my sweater off in the office, wondering what was underneath, I guess. Not much is the answer! It would be great to have nothing and see the look on their faces.
I let my skirt ride up while I was sitting at the desk and the guy in the seat next to me could see the tops of my stockings. I saw him look over and when I spun round to talk to him he glanced down at the darkness between my legs and I got a bit wet as he was probably fantasising about what was up there. His name’s Rob and he’s probably the cutest one, so in a pinch I would… well, you know. If I had to.
I tried the Sharon Stone leg crossing trick and he stumbled mid-sentence. It was fun. Then Richard tried to flirt with me a bit, but he’s not very good at it. And he still can’t work out if I have a boyfriend or not.