Devotion
Chapter Three
Knock, knock, knock.
I banged on James’s front door, hoping he was home. Brooke stood beside me, filing her nails back with her bright pink nail file. I heard footsteps walking slowly up the hallway before the door opened carefully. A very tired looking Harry stood before me with just a bath towel covering his lower half. A steaming cup of coffee was being held in his left hand.
“Harry?” I asked, surprised. “What are you doing here?”
“I live here?” He said confused. “I should really be the one asking what you’re doing here.”
“I’m sorry; do I have the wrong house?” I apologized, looking around to see if this was the house I went to the night before.
“I’m James’s roommate, if that’s who you’re after.” Harry replied.
“Oh, I didn't realize he had one! Sorry!” I exclaimed.
“It’s cool. So what’s up?” Harry asked, leaning against the door-frame.
“Is James around? I have to give him his birthday present.”
“No, sorry. He’s out with Lucy.” I saw Harry’s eye flicker over to where Brooke was standing. Every guy I’ve known has fallen for her at least once… including our teachers from high-school.
“I’m sorry, Harry this is Brooke, Brooke this is Harry.” I told them, gesturing my hands back and forth between them.
“Hi.” They both said at the same time, shaking each other’s hands. “I can give James his birthday present from you if you want?” Harry asked, turning his attention back to me.
“No, don’t worry. I’ll just give it to him on Monday at work. Thanks anyway.” I smiled.
“I’ll tell him you stopped by.” Harry replied.
“Ok thanks. See ya.” I said before walking off back down the street with Brooke.
“Ok, who is that guy? How do you know him? Why haven’t I met him before? And why is he so damn good-looking?” Brooke asked almost as soon as we were out of ear-shot.
I laughed. “Ok, 1. His name is Harry, 2. I met him at James party last night, 3. You did meet him; I was taking to him when you were begging me to become your wing-woman and 4. Genetics I’m guessing?” I replied.
“I must be blind, that’s the only explanation!” She cried as we walked along the foot-path, trying to move out of the way of angry passer-byers.
-
“Well-done in there, Grace.” My boss congratulated me after one of our meetings. “I’m glad I put you in charge of this matter.” I work for an advertising firm; helping many companies try to communicate to the world about their products and services that they supply. My boss, a middle-aged father of three, had given me the task of creating an advertisement for one of our biggest and more important clients, along with the help of my ‘team’ of people I currently oversee.
“Thanks, Frank.” I smiled as I made my way back to my office. Before sitting at my desk, I smoothed out my black, mid-thigh length pencil skirt and made sure my white blouse had stayed tucked in for the day so far. Upon sitting in the chair, I kicked off my tall black heals and decided to go bare-foot (it is so much more comfy).
Half an hour later I heard a knock at my office door. “Come in!” I called out, looking up from my work that I was completing.
“Hey Grace.” Harry said as he stood a few meters away from me.
“Hi? What are you doing here?” I asked, pushing a lock of my brown hair behind my left ear.
“I came to see if James wanted to go to lunch with me but he seems to already have left for his lunch break. As I was walking back I saw you through the glass of your office.” One entire wall of my office room was glass. “I thought I’d stop and say hi.” He smiled.
“Yeah, James goes on his lunch break at 12:30, you’re forty-five minutes too late.” I joked. James and I both had a whole hour for lunch, one of the benefits of being reasonably high up the career ladder.
“Damn.” Harry replied. “Have you gone on yours yet?” He asked.
“No, I have fifteen minutes to go.”
“Would you like to eat lunch with me then?” He asked.
“Sure.” I nodded.
“Then I’ll be back in fifteen.” He smiled.
-
“Hey, you ready?” Harry asked as he arrived back at my office exactly fifteen minutes later.
“Yep.” I replied before standing up from my desk and walking towards Harry with my purse.
“Ah, Grace?” Harry said.
“Yeah?” I replied.
“Shoes?” He stated. I had left them under my desk as I was still barefoot.
“Right…” I replied before retrieving my heels. “Let’s go!” I cried.
I banged on James’s front door, hoping he was home. Brooke stood beside me, filing her nails back with her bright pink nail file. I heard footsteps walking slowly up the hallway before the door opened carefully. A very tired looking Harry stood before me with just a bath towel covering his lower half. A steaming cup of coffee was being held in his left hand.
“Harry?” I asked, surprised. “What are you doing here?”
“I live here?” He said confused. “I should really be the one asking what you’re doing here.”
“I’m sorry; do I have the wrong house?” I apologized, looking around to see if this was the house I went to the night before.
“I’m James’s roommate, if that’s who you’re after.” Harry replied.
“Oh, I didn't realize he had one! Sorry!” I exclaimed.
“It’s cool. So what’s up?” Harry asked, leaning against the door-frame.
“Is James around? I have to give him his birthday present.”
“No, sorry. He’s out with Lucy.” I saw Harry’s eye flicker over to where Brooke was standing. Every guy I’ve known has fallen for her at least once… including our teachers from high-school.
“I’m sorry, Harry this is Brooke, Brooke this is Harry.” I told them, gesturing my hands back and forth between them.
“Hi.” They both said at the same time, shaking each other’s hands. “I can give James his birthday present from you if you want?” Harry asked, turning his attention back to me.
“No, don’t worry. I’ll just give it to him on Monday at work. Thanks anyway.” I smiled.
“I’ll tell him you stopped by.” Harry replied.
“Ok thanks. See ya.” I said before walking off back down the street with Brooke.
“Ok, who is that guy? How do you know him? Why haven’t I met him before? And why is he so damn good-looking?” Brooke asked almost as soon as we were out of ear-shot.
I laughed. “Ok, 1. His name is Harry, 2. I met him at James party last night, 3. You did meet him; I was taking to him when you were begging me to become your wing-woman and 4. Genetics I’m guessing?” I replied.
“I must be blind, that’s the only explanation!” She cried as we walked along the foot-path, trying to move out of the way of angry passer-byers.
-
“Well-done in there, Grace.” My boss congratulated me after one of our meetings. “I’m glad I put you in charge of this matter.” I work for an advertising firm; helping many companies try to communicate to the world about their products and services that they supply. My boss, a middle-aged father of three, had given me the task of creating an advertisement for one of our biggest and more important clients, along with the help of my ‘team’ of people I currently oversee.
“Thanks, Frank.” I smiled as I made my way back to my office. Before sitting at my desk, I smoothed out my black, mid-thigh length pencil skirt and made sure my white blouse had stayed tucked in for the day so far. Upon sitting in the chair, I kicked off my tall black heals and decided to go bare-foot (it is so much more comfy).
Half an hour later I heard a knock at my office door. “Come in!” I called out, looking up from my work that I was completing.
“Hey Grace.” Harry said as he stood a few meters away from me.
“Hi? What are you doing here?” I asked, pushing a lock of my brown hair behind my left ear.
“I came to see if James wanted to go to lunch with me but he seems to already have left for his lunch break. As I was walking back I saw you through the glass of your office.” One entire wall of my office room was glass. “I thought I’d stop and say hi.” He smiled.
“Yeah, James goes on his lunch break at 12:30, you’re forty-five minutes too late.” I joked. James and I both had a whole hour for lunch, one of the benefits of being reasonably high up the career ladder.
“Damn.” Harry replied. “Have you gone on yours yet?” He asked.
“No, I have fifteen minutes to go.”
“Would you like to eat lunch with me then?” He asked.
“Sure.” I nodded.
“Then I’ll be back in fifteen.” He smiled.
-
“Hey, you ready?” Harry asked as he arrived back at my office exactly fifteen minutes later.
“Yep.” I replied before standing up from my desk and walking towards Harry with my purse.
“Ah, Grace?” Harry said.
“Yeah?” I replied.
“Shoes?” He stated. I had left them under my desk as I was still barefoot.
“Right…” I replied before retrieving my heels. “Let’s go!” I cried.
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7/18/13