How does that actually work? Seriously. How do you go from secretly fantasizing about getting a hunk hot, naked and wet in a shower to having platonic coffee with him over at the local Starbucks?
A late night cuppa
Took a while but we're certainly getting there especially when I am scoring like hell when it comes to poking jibes at him. Hilarious actually teasing the big guy who's starting to turn out to be quite a good friend. Just this past week, Big Bicep Barry had a dreadfully demanding client who has been driving him a bit crazy at work. Bad-Ass Brenda was in charge of business acquisitions of some sort - hell, excuse me if I am a bit confused on what exactly happens in big business - and had some dealings with sales. Which is where Barry came in.
Working dinners and sudden late night appointments with prospective clients are par the course for Barry - so it didn't seem unreasonable to get a call at an unseasonable hour from Brenda. Not that unusual especially since she'd been dragging her maneater stiletto heels on some points in the agreement. Nonetheless, there was growing horror in his voice as he explained that Brenda had asked him to meet her at her place.
Paul : So what? You just went up and got the files with the whatever agreement. What's the big deal?
Barry : Yeah, but she wanted more than the files.
Paul : OMG! Are you saying what I'm thinking?
Barry : Yes.
Paul : So why didn't you give her what she wanted?
Barry : Hey!
Paul : Why not?
Barry : What kinda cheap ho do you think I am!
Paul : Uhh...
Barry : Don't even say a word.
Paul : Think of it as going the extra mile for a client!
Barry : Not even going there!
If you didn't get the hidden innuendoes ( a bit difficult since you couldn't see his face! ), unfortunately it seemed that Bad-Ass Brenda seemed to want more than just look at his ample goods. Guess the poor man does get his share of propositions :) Comes with the big biceps.