Me And Mr. I.T. (Kupid's Cove Book 2) Read Free Page A

day.”
    “Honey bunches?” I asked sleepily.
    “So far you’ve told me I can’t call you Ellie or Eliana, so I had nothing left but honey bunches.” He winked and then like that, he was gone.

     
     
    Two Months Later
     
    I watched the tiny hourglass flip around the screen with the little words ‘PowerPoint is not responding’ on the top of my window. “You’ve got to be kidding me with this. Lisa, tell me this is a big joke,” I called from my corner office.
    I watched her walk toward me, her tiny feet clicking along in the tallest pair of heels I have ever seen. She looked ridiculous trying to hurry, reminding me of a cartoon character trying to escape a rubber hammer. I blew out a breath and shook my head a little. I’m mean today. I better put a lid on that before I get myself in trouble.
    Lisa came through my door, winded from hurrying from her own cubicle. She has tiny feet, and an even tinier chest, which heaved up and down as she lowered herself into a chair. “I think these heels are too high.”
    I raised one brow. “You think?”
    She bent down and pulled them off, unceremoniously dumping them into my garbage can. She moaned a little when she rubbed her left arch.
    “What was I thinking?” she asked and I gave her the palms up rather than answer.
    “I need to accept that I’m short and stop ruining my feet for the sake of beauty. At least that’s what the foot doctor says.”
    “He may be onto something if you’re going to a foot doctor at twenty-two,” I agreed. “In the meantime, I have a very large project due and look at this.” I motioned at my computer where the sands through the hourglass just sat there spinning around.
    She dropped her foot to the floor and craned her neck around to see my computer. “Did you try restarting it?”
    “I’m afraid to. I’m not sure if it will save all the work I just finished. I don’t know how to recover it, if it hasn’t.”
    She shook her head at me the way an exasperated mother would at her teen. “Have you tried closing all the open programs other than the one you’re working on?”
    I stared at her as though she were speaking a foreign language.
    She limped around and pointed at the computer. “You really need to learn some skills, Ellie. How did you get a marketing degree when you can barely work a computer?”
    “I had good friends,” I mumbled, wringing my hands. “Can you fix it?”
    “No, but you can. Do exactly as I say,” she ordered, but my hands hesitated on the keyboard.
    “I’m afraid to screw it up,” I whined.
    She leaned her hand on the back of my desk chair. “Would you rather I call Mr. I.T.?”
    “No!” I exclaimed too quickly. I cleared my throat and tried again. “I mean, no, don’t bother him. I need to learn how to do this.”
    “Exactly what I thought,” she snickered. “Okay, all at once hit control, alt, delete,” she instructed.
    My fingers did as I told them and the screen went to blue and brought up options for me to choose. She pointed at the ‘task manager’ option. “Click that.”
    I did and it brought up all the programs I had running. “Look though, it says that Power Point isn’t responding,” I moaned, still freaking out that my presentation wouldn’t be ready for Gideon.
    “It’s not, but we’re going to quit all those other programs and try to trick it into responding when the CPU has more power behind it.”
    She showed me how to close out the other programs and then close out task manager. I held my breath while the hourglass spun around for a few more seconds and then the program minimized then maximized then minimized again.
    “Now, maximize it and see if everything saved,” she ordered.
    I clicked the icon on the screen and was never happier to see all my work still there. “Whew, thanks Lisa, I don’t know what I would have done if I had to start over.”
    “If I were you I would save that and close the program then restart the computer, just to make sure