Mary Keeley, author of soon to be published “Frankly, My Detective” displays her bowled humor in this entry to our contest AGAIN.
Did he do it on purpose? How would she know? She certainly couldn’t ask him. They exchanged quick glances, neither acknowledging what had just happened. They both moved away without a word.
Her head spun. She moved to the belly-up table across the room, glad that no one else was there and took a sizable drink. She only knew that the handsomest man she’d ever seen had moments ago brushed his hand against her right breast as they both reached for a glass of chilled Prosecco.
She didn’t turn around lest he be looking. Her glass was already empty. Thankfully a waiter passed by and supplied another. God! She hated these stupid ‘get acquainted’ things at every conference. I don’t want to get acquainted with any more of these people! She wanted to scream. Was her promotion worth this? Who really wanted to know any more sales reps for bathroom fixtures? There just can’t be that many innovative designs for toilets and sinks, for God’s sake!
She glanced through the brochures that littered each table. Porcelain, granite, ceramic, low flush, dual flush; all such crap. She giggled at her own unspoken pun. “Something funny there?” The voice was deep. Of course it would be. She looked up into those eyes she’d met briefly. Dark green. Wow!
“No, never,” she stammered out. He extended his hand, she took it. “I’m Ben. No worries, none of those are mine.” He indicated the brochures. From his jacket pocket he produced one postcard-sized picture and his room key. “This is my new product if you’re interested. Even if you’re not, I’d like to get to know you.”
She swallowed, still looking at him. She took only the card. She looked at the card, then at him then back to the card. “Seriously??”
“Yep, that’s mine. What every lovely woman needs. A ‘Glow in the Dark Toilet Seat’. You’ll never have to turn on the light when you go to pee at night again. Great, huh?”
She downed her Prosecco in one gulp, smiled and took his room key.
(All that glitters is not gold)