“Not that you’re trying to get me drunk or anything…,” Jack said, trying to backtrack. “Can I please have that shot now, and maybe another beer? He got up off of the couch and walked into the kitchen to get the bottle of wine, as well as the vodka and shot glasses. She had never really interacted with Jack on any level that didn’t involve work, so she honestly couldn’t even say whether or not she liked him. He brought them into the living room and set the two shot glasses on the table. Maybe she will give him a raise if he sits and talks with her, but then again maybe not. We can talk and drink, and just relax.”
Jack swallowed hard once more, and he kept looking at Anita. She filled the shot glasses to the top with vodka as Jack popped the top on the beer and poured it into the glass. Jack shamelessly ogled her ass as she walked in front of him, watching it sway from side to side, to the percussive rhythm of her tan, 4 inch heels clicking against the
