Erik
I stared at the woman across from me as I tried not to listen in on her conversation. I still couldn’t quite believe that Eugene had managed to convince me to go on another date. With a client’s daughter no less. Janice was quite attractive with her long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, but she was currently giving someone a hard time with an incorrect order. One thing was very clear to me, Janice was most definitely a workaholic. Between our appetizers and our main meals, she excused herself six times to take a call, and it was well after seven in the evening. No one was on my case. I was logged off and the rest of the evening was mine. Was this what it would look like if I pursued a relationship with a workaholic?
“Sorry about that, Erik,” Janice suddenly said as she slammed her
