A Boston cream nearly ended her.
She was in the break room, crushing her second one of the morning when suddenly he appeared. The new guy.
Office rumors didn’t do him justice. The man was stunning. It should’ve been a breathtaking moment had she any to spare. Instead, she was left gasping and red-faced, choking on a hunk of donut.
A gentle hand and a few pats to her back later the humiliation was over.
Now, would she slink away completely mortified? Hell no. She wasn’t the company’s top sales exec by accident.
“Let’s have lunch,” she said. “My treat.”
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