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in a relationship right now,” Candy clarified, grinning.
    “OK then. So unless you find me repulsive, can we arrange this?” Quentin urged, sliding his arm along the back of her chair as he chuckled.
    Candy laughed. “OK, I think I can do that.” Quentin grinned and pulled out his Android phone.
    “May I have the best number to reach you?” he asked as he entered her name. “I’m in Chicago, you’re in Cincinnati. That’s not terribly far. I can probably swing out your way in a week or so. Is your schedule open next Saturday.”
    “I don’t have my planner with me, so I can’t recall really. I’m gonna have to follow up with you,” Candy answered, with her lip slightly turned up.
    “You mean to tell me that they don’t keep you plugged in at all times? Well, aren’t you lucky!” he teased. “OK, if you don’t call me though, I’m gonna call you. I’m persistent,” he laughed.
    “I’ll call you. I promise. Your number is in the directory,” Candy added.
    “Well, take this. This is my personal number.” Quentin grabbed a cocktail napkin and wrote down his personal cell and home numbers, handing them to Candy. He stood abruptly, then leaned down and whispered in her ear, “You’re brains and beauty, the ultimate catch. I can’t wait to get to know you better.” He walked away and joined a group of IT professionals on the other side of the room. Candy exhaled, his scent still lingering in the air as she polished off her martini. Gabriel stood and waved to her from across the room. Candy smiled and waved back. She then drifted back to her thoughts of Quentin.
    ‘Damn, he’s fine!’ she thought with a smirk. Feeling her sleepiness creep in again, she returned to her cushy hotel room and slept with an Egyptian cotton pillow securely between her thick, brown sugar thighs.
     
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    ‘What the hell does he want?’ Candy thought, slamming her laptop shut as she snapped out of her daydream. She reached across the table for the hot cup of Starbucks coffee, took a few sips, and exhaled as she let her head fall back. She sighed then gathered a folder from her desk and headed to the Accounting Department for her morning meeting. Her thoughts drifted in and out as papers were shuffled, presentations were given, and changes to the new 401k program were discussed. She tried desperately to concentrate but was unable. She doodled hearts and 3-D boxes and prayed no one would ask her to speak. Her curiosity was getting the best of her though she tried to push Quentin out of her thoughts.
    After the meeting was over, Candy stood in front of the vending machine. She surveyed the options – Peanut M&Ms, stale chocolate Debbie’s rolls, Star Crunches, Doritos, Soft Batch cookies, gum – decisions, decisions. She deliberated for over sixty seconds before finally taking out the coins from her purse. She listened as they rolled into the machine. The spiral arm holding the Snickers bar rotated round and round. It was the last one, winding its way towards her in a sensual dance until finally it lay helpless in the black tray, waiting to be disrobed and ravished. Candy slid her perfectly manicured hand through the door, grabbed hold of the candy bar in its smooth brown wrapper, and scurried off to the secrecy of her office. There an egg salad sandwich, potato chips, and sweet beverage awaited. The receptionist had taken orders earlier in the day for the popular Jewish deli that was two blocks away. Candy loved their egg salad, so she made sure it was understood that she wanted the full sandwich, not half.
    She closed the door quietly behind her and sat down, crossing her thick legs as she gently opened the brown paper bag. She reached inside, pulling out the wrapped sandwich. The egg salad, thick with mayo, was smashed against the clear plastic. She opened it, laying it on her desk as she returned to the bag, pulling out the chips and folding the bag neatly into a small square. She shook