Natasha was a naturally sultry brunette who drove all the men crazy in our office – she didn’t even try; being sexy came as easily to her as math equations came to Einstein.
She flirted constantly with every man from the delivery boys to the top office managers, always playing with her shiny long locks, walking with an exaggerated swing and wearing blouses that were open just a bit too much revealing her ample and perfectly round breasts.
She was also nice, funny, intelligent and any other positive quality a person could posses – so it surprised me when she asked me out on a girls night out simply because I was, to put it lightly, introverted, shy and I assumed up until that day, we had nothing in common.
“Oh, I’m not sure Natasha, I just don’t get out much.”
“Well then that’s exactly why you need to do this,” she said, her bubbly personality almost irritating me, “it will be good for you!”
“It’s so nice of you to ask,” I lied, “but I’m just not up for it.”
“Yes you are! I won’t take no for an answer! We’ve been working together now for almost a year and we’re the only two single ladies in the office so we just have to go out…. I’ll pick you up at seven, I’ve got your address… you better be ready!”
Not giving me a chance to argue anymore objections, Natasha walked away from my desk, her perfection leaving me speechless as always, and I wondered why the hell she wanted to go out with me?
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