I had this client
He was tall, dark, kind of thick and muscular... big strong rough craftsman's hands, deep rich voice, thick southern accent. *swoon*
He looked about 10-15 years past being a carpenter from a romance novel.
And he, without fail, called me by a pet name... Darlin', Sugar, Sweetheart.
He made me melt every blame time he walked into the office, called, or texted me (first client I EVER gave my cell number) . I had a MAJOR crush on him and the lady that was an admin there and who had known the client for years and years said that he lit up around me and had never been like that before (seriously though, how many people light up when they get their taxes done? ). Co-worker admin would always say that he had as major crush on me.
There was one time when I actually considered acting on it. The stage was set. I needed an estimate on some water damage in my home. I was all alone at home. He drives up and... the goddamn dog goes nuts. Like refused to calm down. Nobody was gonna mess with her mama despite the fact that her mama could've used a pair of rough hands on her... wait, nevermind...
The dog was a total cock block.... what the hell???
Anyways, thought of a trip down memory lane and he brought me a smile. Hell, I need some cabinets built for my sewing room. And I'm sure he needs more work.
G'night,
C.D.
He looked about 10-15 years past being a carpenter from a romance novel.
And he, without fail, called me by a pet name... Darlin', Sugar, Sweetheart.
He made me melt every blame time he walked into the office, called, or texted me (first client I EVER gave my cell number) . I had a MAJOR crush on him and the lady that was an admin there and who had known the client for years and years said that he lit up around me and had never been like that before (seriously though, how many people light up when they get their taxes done? ). Co-worker admin would always say that he had as major crush on me.
There was one time when I actually considered acting on it. The stage was set. I needed an estimate on some water damage in my home. I was all alone at home. He drives up and... the goddamn dog goes nuts. Like refused to calm down. Nobody was gonna mess with her mama despite the fact that her mama could've used a pair of rough hands on her... wait, nevermind...
The dog was a total cock block.... what the hell???
Anyways, thought of a trip down memory lane and he brought me a smile. Hell, I need some cabinets built for my sewing room. And I'm sure he needs more work.
G'night,
C.D.
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