Free Her Chocolate Fantasy by Jamallah Bergman Page A

other now, and I was happier than ever.
    Oh , yeah…The lights did come back on about fifteen minutes later.

 
    Chapter Seven
     
    I hated how fast the weekend flew by. I often wonder why the hell the weekdays always goes so damn slow, but the weekend always seems to go so damn quick. We both woke up early Monday morning, took a shower together—punctuated by a quickie—got dressed, and then grabbed coffee and a bagel with cream cheese for me to go. When he parked the car outside the office, we sat there for a minute, quietly drinking our coffee, and I finished off the last bite of my bagel.
    “I get off at six thirty . What time do you get off?” he asked me.
    “Around five ,” I told him.
    “Come by my office , and you can wait there while I finish up. I can take you on home then. Why don’t we do this every weekend? Just pack yourself a bag for the weekend, and then on Friday morning, I’ll pick you up from home and bring you in to work. That way, you can just come straight home with me. What do you say?”
    “I swear you think of everything , don’t you? Yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea.”
    He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, and although tempted to stay there with him all day, kissing, gazing into his eyes that were filled with love, I knew we needed head on inside. I pulled back with a sigh.
    “See you at five then, sweetheart,” I said.
    We got out of the car and went into the building, walking along with a crowd of people. When we got up to the fifth floor in the elevator, we stepped out, and I did my best to pretend I wasn’t interested in him. But when I went one way, and he went the other, down the hallway to the other entrance to his office, I looked over my shoulder and found him gazing at me and with a handsome smile. He winked, and my knees turned to jelly. A moment later, he disappeared inside his office.
    “Hey , girlfriend, how’s tricks?” Darla asked me when I sat down at my desk, coffee in hand.
    “It’s been interesting , to say the least.”
    “So , I heard your secret admirer gave you a big box of chocolates from a very expensive chocolate shop.”
    I swear , I don’t know where Darla gets her info. Even when she is off for the day for some reason, she always gets the latest scoop on office gossip.
    “Yes , I did, Barbara Walters, and they were delicious. I got bonbons, truffles, and petit fours from my favorite chocolate shop.”
    “And this box came with a card too. What did the card say?” She had a smile on her face that made me laugh and shake my head. Even though she was my friend, she was sometimes too nosy for her own good.
    “Sweets for the candy lady ,” I told her. “That’s all it said.”
    “Well , that was nice of whoever sent it to you.Uh oh…there goes lover boy.” She poked me in the side, and I looked over to see Max opening up his blinds, still holding his coffee cup in one hand.
    If only she knew how much of a lover he really is. Lord have mercy… I would never hear the end of it then .
    As my day progressed, I didn’t hear anything from Max…No phone call or anything. Apparently, everybody was busy, including me, and I figured that was a good thing, because work distracted me from thoughts of Max for a bit.
    Lost in my typing, I absently answered the phone when it rang.
    “Hello, this is Sarah.”
    “ Hi, Sarah this is Don. How are you?”
    I smiled. Don was my boss, and honestly, he was probably the coolest boss I ever had. He was completely understanding with everybody. When one of my co-worker’s brother had gotten into a huge car wreck back in their hometown, and she needed to leave out right away to see him, Don had offered her use of the company jet, since it would have been too late for her to say her goodbyes to her brother had she flown commercial. Talk about a good guy…
    “I’m doing just fine , Don, and you?”
    “Doing pretty good here , thanks. Listen, the reason I’m calling is because I need your help