” She sipped more of her wine. “This is very good. I could develop a taste for this.”“I think some proseccos are as good as some Champagnes. T...ey’re about a third as expensive, though.”I finished the last of my mixed grill and saw Mae scooping the last of her risotto. “There’s a little prosecco left,” I said. “Split it?”“Sure.”I poured some into her glass and emptied the bottle into mine. “Dessert and coffee?” I asked.“I’m too full for dessert,” she replied, “and I don’t care for coffee.”“I’d. Here comes your desk.’ ‘Is the f-word allowable around here?’ ‘No but tolerance is given to hot-headed women with visitations of paranoia.’ ‘Good heavens, what a wonderful combination for a woman who yearns for release.’ Her brain almost disabled by his intensity, Dyan yelled to the two men, ‘The desk, over here!’ At that moment Christy from HR arriving to induct the newcomer. Dyan managed to kick back into gear and thought Christy was practically devoid of breast development… the guy was. "I thought I'd do something special." I have no idea." I groused. "Juan, what time do I want breakfast?" Boss, I think you have a couple days off." He sounded cautious. "None of us have you scheduled for anything until Wednesday and I called around and no one else seems to expect you for anything."I chewed a mouthful of food slowly. I had forgotten what work used to be like. I swore I'd never be productive again, but I'd spent the last week running around like I actually cared about any of. I had a couple of beers and by 9pm, she arrived at my room, dressed in a very short black dress, low cut on the top showing off her breasts, and high heels. She looked absolutely amazing. I had already set up two tequilas but changed the cocktail to 3 Ambien and 1 Ativan. This was more of an inducer to hypnotic state while killing all memory, so I was going to test different waters tonight.She had a glass of wine, and pounded both shots and told me to lets go. She grabbed my arm in a fun way.