For a long moment, Ean stared at Rachel. In silence. He’d applied for that position months ago, without hearing anything since despite checking in with The Boss periodically.
Under the intensity of Ean’s stare, Rachel’s cheeks started to flush again. She fidgeted, and he lowered his eyes but that left him gazing into her full, firm, and generously rounded chest. Ean squeezed his eyes shut.
This is going to be a long day, isn’t it? he asked me rhetorically, I presumed.
When Ean opened his eyes a few seconds later, he was looking into Rachel’s face but without the intensity of staring. The brief surge of anger he’d felt was, for the moment, suppressed.
So, E asked lightly, What brings you here, specifically? The programmer cubicles are on the other side of the building: it discourages wasting time on breaks.
Oh! Said Rachel again. Well, when I got in this morning everyone was grumbling that they hadn’t had any coffee yet. So, since it’s my first day and I wanted to make a good impression and since I’d paid for my books in college by working at the campus coffeehouse I made some. I was just returning the pot when you came in.
Ean’s eyes went wide. Oh, hell, he muttered. It took less than an instant for him to put together The Boss’s attempt to fire him yesterday, the lack of any response to his application for the programming position, and Rachel’s appearance today. You’ve just made me obsolete.