A Lover Scorned

Chapter 4

"How would you know if I am not your type, if you don't even know me?" she smiles hopeful. Stacy. "What are you doing here? And how did you even know where I live? Did you follow me?" he said surprised. She pushes past him, walks to his kitchen and puts the food on the counter. "Well, what does it look like? I brought dinner" she opens one of the cupboard doors. "Two doors to your left for plates and the drawer to your left for cutlery" he says annoyed. She plates the food,  grabs a beer from the fridge for herself, and they get settled on the couch. "Look, you don't have any friends at work. I don't have any friends at work. So, I thought that maybe we could just get to know each other" she says. It's clear to him that she is lonely. There is a look of loneliness in her eyes. "Won't the boss mind?" Connor says drily. Stacy looks down. Connor can sense that she feels ashamed. He waits patiently for her to collect herself. "That was a mistake that got out of hand. I know what the rumours are, but, I do regret my actions and it's not like we are in a monogamous, committed, relationship. He never should have left his wife! I never wanted any of this..." she trails off. "Your food is getting cold" Connor continues eating.

They continue to eat in silence. Connor is mulling over what she has told him. Could he be wrong about her? What will he do about her proposal of friendship? She could give him access to the office. He glances at her. She could lying. It would be within the floozy, secretary act. Unless, there is more to her than meets the eye. "I have a gut feeling that you are not being completely honest with me" he says plainly. She looks at him. A hint of the devil in her eyes. "Well, for that, you would have to be my friend" she answers. Stacy stands up, puts her plate down and straightens out her skirt. "I have to go now, but I hope to hear from you tomorrow then" Connor watches her as she leaves. She does not walk, he decides, she floats, even in what appears to be six inch heels, the bodacious woman floats. He leans back on the couch. Today has just been too long.

The next morning the elevator doors open on the seventh floor. Connor steps out holding two pumpkin spiced lattes from Starbucks. He makes his way over to Lorraine's office. Xavier has yet again come back from another business trip. This means that Stacy would be with Lorraine to reimburse all of his expenses. As he approaches the office, he spots the familiar tan legs. " Yeah, well, you will just have to wait!" snaps Maureen, Lorraine's assistant. Oh, for heavens' sake! Maureen is awful. What would one expect? She is barely twenty six, but saddled with a name like Maureen has made her a soft target for bullying over the years. Connor could not help, but to roll his eyes at Maureen. He puts one latte in front of Stacy. She looks up surprised. "I do not braid hair, I do not drink Margaritas and I hate spa's" he says in his usual way. She smiles. "Got it. Glad you came around" He walks away, leaving an intrigued, new acquaintance and a flabbergasted Maureen.