guess that’s my ride.”
“Hey, babe,” Nora says, giving me a hug and handing me a travel mug of my favorite coffee. “Have a good time, OK? And text me pictures.”
I nod as the doorbell rings. “I will, I promise.”
“And don’t do anything too crazy,” Nora says.
“Do I ever?” I say, opening the door.
Nora laughs. “ No, never. I ’ m not worried one bit. ”
“Miss Rockwell?” the driver asks.
“That’s me.” I smile.
“Let me get your luggage.”
He does, and I follow him down the walkway, looking back to wave at Nora, my stomach all aflutter. I’m going to enjoy this week. I might not come back home with a job, but I will come home more experienced.
The driver sets my case down on the sidewalk and opens the back door of the car for me. I slip into the soft leather seat and get settled with my purse as he loads my yellow carry-on into the trunk. I don ’ t need much for a weekend. I packed a bathing suit because it ’ s summer and I ’ m going to California. I ’ m wearing my nice cream-colored linen suit. I picked it out last spring and this is the first chance I ’ ve had to even put it on. And a few other things. That ’ s about it.
When he gets in, he glances back at me in the rear view mirror and says, “You’re flying out of a private airfield.”
“OK,” I say, a little too quickly. I’m nervous.
“I just didn’t want you to wonder where we were going.” And then the driver shoots me a warm smile. “Top-secret stuff like this can make a young girl like you anxious.”
Hmm. What does that mean? Do I look so sheltered and scared that this complete stranger picked up on my innocence?
I need to do something about this. I realize I have no hope of getting this job, but I will need a job. If a driver who’s known me all of two minutes can pick me out as one of the weak ones, how will I ever impress big, important people enough to give me a chance on the business world?
Ivy Rockwell, you need to grow up. And not just in the sex department.
I make a vow to myself. This week is an opportunity to step out of my comfort zone and I’m going to accept every invitation that comes my way. I need to see more of the world. I need to do new things. I need to put myself out there and take risks.
Welcome to Opposite Ivy Weekend. Where every time I get the urge to say no to unfamiliar things, I will say yes. And every time I get the urge to say yes to familiar things, I will say no.
I think I saw this on an old episode of Seinfeld once, so it has to work. And the next time I have an interview I’m going to walk in there with an air of worldliness.
I bite my lip as we drive.
Can I really remake myself in one weekend?
I think I can. No one there knows me. They know nothing about me aside from what was on my r é sum é . And on paper, I look pretty good. Honor student at an exclusive private school growing up. Ivy League education at Brown. I graduated magna cum laude , which is very hard to do at Brown. They have a strict policy about giving out awards of distinction.
I have loads of hours under my belt for various Fortune 500 companies during my summer internships and I was a mentor sister to ten underprivileged girls in the entrepreneurial program in the New England area.
In fact, maybe I do deserve this job? I don’t have a lot of outside experience, but I am smart, hard-working, and…
Wait, Ivy.
You can’t sleep with the boss and get the job.
No, that would be the definition of awkward.
I let out a long breath as I take in the drive. So which one do I want more? The job? Or the sex? The odds of making either one come true are low. Very low, I admit. But if I don’t try…
I smile as I think about last night. I pictured Nolan Delaney’s face the entire time I was masturbating. Yeah, him. I think I want him more than the job. But if there’s no way I’m going to lose my virginity to the infamous Mr. Romantic, then I’ll take the job.
I’ll know right away
“Hey, babe,” Nora says, giving me a hug and handing me a travel mug of my favorite coffee. “Have a good time, OK? And text me pictures.”
I nod as the doorbell rings. “I will, I promise.”
“And don’t do anything too crazy,” Nora says.
“Do I ever?” I say, opening the door.
Nora laughs. “ No, never. I ’ m not worried one bit. ”
“Miss Rockwell?” the driver asks.
“That’s me.” I smile.
“Let me get your luggage.”
He does, and I follow him down the walkway, looking back to wave at Nora, my stomach all aflutter. I’m going to enjoy this week. I might not come back home with a job, but I will come home more experienced.
The driver sets my case down on the sidewalk and opens the back door of the car for me. I slip into the soft leather seat and get settled with my purse as he loads my yellow carry-on into the trunk. I don ’ t need much for a weekend. I packed a bathing suit because it ’ s summer and I ’ m going to California. I ’ m wearing my nice cream-colored linen suit. I picked it out last spring and this is the first chance I ’ ve had to even put it on. And a few other things. That ’ s about it.
When he gets in, he glances back at me in the rear view mirror and says, “You’re flying out of a private airfield.”
“OK,” I say, a little too quickly. I’m nervous.
“I just didn’t want you to wonder where we were going.” And then the driver shoots me a warm smile. “Top-secret stuff like this can make a young girl like you anxious.”
Hmm. What does that mean? Do I look so sheltered and scared that this complete stranger picked up on my innocence?
I need to do something about this. I realize I have no hope of getting this job, but I will need a job. If a driver who’s known me all of two minutes can pick me out as one of the weak ones, how will I ever impress big, important people enough to give me a chance on the business world?
Ivy Rockwell, you need to grow up. And not just in the sex department.
I make a vow to myself. This week is an opportunity to step out of my comfort zone and I’m going to accept every invitation that comes my way. I need to see more of the world. I need to do new things. I need to put myself out there and take risks.
Welcome to Opposite Ivy Weekend. Where every time I get the urge to say no to unfamiliar things, I will say yes. And every time I get the urge to say yes to familiar things, I will say no.
I think I saw this on an old episode of Seinfeld once, so it has to work. And the next time I have an interview I’m going to walk in there with an air of worldliness.
I bite my lip as we drive.
Can I really remake myself in one weekend?
I think I can. No one there knows me. They know nothing about me aside from what was on my r é sum é . And on paper, I look pretty good. Honor student at an exclusive private school growing up. Ivy League education at Brown. I graduated magna cum laude , which is very hard to do at Brown. They have a strict policy about giving out awards of distinction.
I have loads of hours under my belt for various Fortune 500 companies during my summer internships and I was a mentor sister to ten underprivileged girls in the entrepreneurial program in the New England area.
In fact, maybe I do deserve this job? I don’t have a lot of outside experience, but I am smart, hard-working, and…
Wait, Ivy.
You can’t sleep with the boss and get the job.
No, that would be the definition of awkward.
I let out a long breath as I take in the drive. So which one do I want more? The job? Or the sex? The odds of making either one come true are low. Very low, I admit. But if I don’t try…
I smile as I think about last night. I pictured Nolan Delaney’s face the entire time I was masturbating. Yeah, him. I think I want him more than the job. But if there’s no way I’m going to lose my virginity to the infamous Mr. Romantic, then I’ll take the job.
I’ll know right away
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