“That would be nice, if you don’t mind, I’m a bit hungry too,” she replied. “I didn’t eat lunch today.”
“There’s one condition,” I said.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“You have to stay in here. If you come in the kitchen with me, I’ll never get anything made,” I laughed.
“Okay, but it’s not gonna be easy,” she grinned.
“Do you want to call your friends and let them know you won’t be able to make it tonight?” I asked.
She looked down into her lap; her face reddened a little. “I lied, there isn’t any friend. I just needed an excuse for coming this way,” she admitted. “But I do need to call my roommate and let her know I won’t be home tonight. We have this rule between us that…”
I cut her off. “That’s a good rule. The phone’s over there on the desk,” I said pointing at my office away from the office. “Is soup and a sandwich okay with you? I really don’t think I could eat anything heavy tonight.”
“Sounds great to me,” she replied, walking toward my desk.
I watched her as she crossed the room and thought to myself, you really don’t look too heavy to me. I mentally slapped myself across the face and whispered to myself, “Bad girl, bad girl! And just what do you have in mind?”