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lifting her head off the pillow, she moaned as she thought her
head felt like a ton of bricks. Realizing the moan was too loud
and made her head hurt even more, she covered her ears. Ever
so slowly, she opened up her eyes to see the sun was shining.
Looking over at her clock that read 2:30PM, a whispered, "shit"
escaped her lips.
Turning to lie on
her back, she stared up at the ceiling trying to remember what
the hell happened the night before. Panic took over as she slowly
held up the covers on her bed to see herself. 'Whew, dressed,'
she thought. She surveyed her bedroom to see if anything looked
out of the ordinary, or rather, didn't belong to her. 'Nothing,'
she thought as she lay back down to think.
A soft knock interrupted
her thoughts. With a hoarse, "Come in," Sheridan slowly
sat back up and used her headboard for support.
Marybeth poked her
head in, "Hey, you're awake! How are you feeling?"
Sheridan tried to
smile, but it hurt, "Like shit. How are you?"
"I feel great.
Angel's bed is very comfortable." Marybeth walked into
Sheridan's bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I
slept like I was in a cloud. I need to find out where she got
her feather bed."
"So, how badly
did I make an ass out of myself last night?"
that bad. There were others who were worse."
Anyone I know?" Sheridan secretly hoped someone else in
their party got bombed and she wouldn't be the only casualty.
"No, you didn't
know them. But you were very friendly towards them, as if you
did know them." Marybeth wasn't ready to prompt Sheridan's
memory on passing out when Kevin kissed her.
Sheridan moaned again
as she slid back down to lie horizontal.
and walked me through making your coffee; it should be ready
in a few minutes. Here's a glass of water and some aspirin."
Marybeth very carefully held it out for Sheridan to take, but
her hand was still rather shaky. "I wasn't sure if your
stomach could handle any food. Angel told me to make you some
you feeling better?"
had my quota for the new year with the porcelain goddess."
Sheridan slowly sipped her water. "Did Angel say when she
was coming home?"
"No, she had
just woken up about an hour ago and wasn't planning on moving
too much today."
Sheridan's eyes grew
wide, "She slept until 1:30? In the afternoon?"
she didn't go home as early as we did. She and Nick were out
'til 6 this morning. They waited for the sun to rise on the
beach. She recommends renting a stretch Hummer too." Marybeth
began laughing recalling her phone conversation.
"Oh God, I may
throw up again hearing about those two love birds."
is more like it," Marybeth choked out.
Grabbing her pillow
on both sides of her head, Sheridan covered her ears, "I
don't want to know anymore."
Marybeth got up off
the bed and walked to the door, "C'mon lush, your coffee
is ready and I'll have the toast done in a few."
Putting down her
now empty glass, Sheridan slowly started to get up out of bed.
"Okay, I'm on my way."
Just as the bathroom
door shut, the phone rang. Marybeth grabbed the phone as she
tossed in two slices of rye bread. "Hello?"
Kevin wasn't sure
which girl answered the phone so he decided to say, "Hello,
is Sheridan home?"
"May I ask who
is calling?" Right away, Kevin knew who it was.
its Kevin. How are you doing today?"
"I'm doing great.
Sheridan is slowly coming back from the dead. She's got a bit
of a hangover this morning." A small laugh escaped her;
they all knew Sheridan would have a very big hangover this morning.
Kevin rubbed his
hand over his face, "Its 3 o'clock in the afternoon. She
missed the morning and most of the afternoon."
Sheridan walked out
of the bathroom feeling a little more human after brushing her
hair, teeth, and gargling. As she tied her bathrobe closed she
overheard Marybeth, "Kevin, hold on, here she comes,"
and suddenly Sheridan felt a knot in her stomach.
Her head was pounding
a little less as she hesitantly reached for the telephone. "Hello
and please don't yell; that is all I ask."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk…
I tried to warn you, didn't I?" Kevin couldn't help but
harass her just a little bit. The guys harassed the shit out
of him when Sheridan literally dissolved in his arms and slid
to the floor.
Sheridan wrapped her fingers around a steaming mug of coffee.
"I don't know what happened to me. I'm just a wild and
crazy girl." Sheridan had hoped to let this be nothing
more than a fleeting memory very soon.
"It was very
sweet the way you melted in my arms. But when you hit the floor,
you shook me up a bit." Kevin wasn't going to let it go.
Angel had ruined his plans of a night of getting to know the
woman on the other end of the phone. Marybeth and Nick helped
run interference also. He had yet to call A.J. and yell at him
for volunteering to take Sheridan home when he had offered to
do the same and was told by Angel that it wasn't a good idea.
If A.J. had kept his trap shut, he might have had the chance
to get to know the woman a little better. Angel snorted at his
suggestions, "She's drunk, she wouldn't know you from Brad
Pitt right now."
The loud groan on
the other end of the phone led him to believe that Sheridan
was now properly embarrassed. "So how are you feeling this
morning, I mean this afternoon?" Kevin questioned.
a terrible headache, an upset stomach, and feeling like an ass,
I'm fine." Sheridan paused as she waited for him to say
something, anything. "I really want to crawl in a hole
and die right now."
Kevin knew when enough
was enough, "Umm… Well you can't do that because we have
to much work to do. We have to get this office turned around
and organized in one day. We're all needed on the set the day
The conversation was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. She
couldn't recall what she had done last night and she wanted
to know. "I'll be fine by tomorrow. I know we have a big
Kevin really wanted
to lash out at her for her behavior but then she had tossed
the infamous New Year's video back in his face last night, so
not saying a word would be best. He wasn't angry that she did
get so plastered; he was angry because he felt deprived of her
company. He didn't get to dance with her, but that was his own
fault since he was the one who sat at the table and let her
dance with other men. "Alright, I'll let you go and I'll
see you tomorrow at 8 sharp."
the toast she had just picked up off the plate. "In the
A chuckle rang in
her ear. "Yes, 8 in the morning. I expect you to be on
time. I know that you are perpetually late but you really need
to get up a little earlier. Bye-bye."
Sheridan hung up
and set the phone down on the table.
Marybeth only heard
half of the conversation but Sheridan wasn't looking to well.
"What's wrong? I mean besides the hangover."
"I start work
at 8 in the morning… sharp. Isn't he the one that likes to sleep
so much?" Sheridan rubbed her temple with fingers.
"A.J. said that
Kevin is a butt-buster, he can be a royal pain some times."
"Oh God, what
did I get myself into?" Sheridan rested her head on her
arms that were folded on the table. "I know that he is
never going to let me live this down."
"A.J. says that
he will if you just let it go. Kevin knows when to stop. He
said you should be worried about Nick not Kevin." Marybeth
poured another cup of coffee.
Rolling her head
to the side, Sheridan looked at Marybeth. "When did you
and A.J. get so close?"
Marybeth smiled and
shrugged her shoulders. "Last night we sat up and talked
here, after he dumped you in bed."
"A.J. put me
to bed?" Sheridan was now mortified. The only thing that
could have been worse were if it had been Kevin.
Marybeth giggled as Sheridan's eyes became huge. "You were
dead weight. Kevin had to carry you out of the club to the limo."
Small whimpers came
from Sheridan as she lay with her head on her arms again, her
face back down. "I will never drink again."
"Sure you will,
but you need to not let Kevin get you so riled up that you get
yourself so drunk." Marybeth added some more sage advice.
"You two are at odds most days. Why do you think that is?"
from the chair, she stood up. "Easy, he doesn't like me,
he doesn't like what I do. He thinks I'm a ditzy blonde who
got lucky. He doesn't understand the hard work that goes into
what Angel and I do."
take on that," Marybeth wasn't going too much further,
Angel was right, Sheridan just didn't get it and she wasn't
"What do you
think it is?" Sheridan wrinkled up her nose.
her giggle as she saw Sheridan's expression. Since she had become
close to Kevin, he confided in her a little that he often referred
to this very same expression as Sheridan's fairy face. All she
needed was a pair of wings and she would look like a wood sprite
from a fairy tale book. "That's probably it," Marybeth
hid the grin and the knowledge.
terrific. I'll tell you what, why don't we do some shopping?
I need to get some things for my new office."
"I would like
that, A.J. and I are going to dinner later and he wanted you
to join us if you were up to it. Howie and Leigh might kick
"I'd feel like
a third wheel. Let's do some shopping and then I'll see how
I feel. Right now, I need some fresh air. I'm going to go shower
and we'll go. I see you beat me in the race to get ready this
"I didn't drink,"
Marybeth hinted with delight. She hadn't felt this good in a
very long time. A.J. stayed for over two hours and they just
sat and talked the entire time.
you," Sheridan dragged herself to the bathroom for a hot
Marybeth smiled as
she rehashed the conversations she and A.J. had the night before,
in her head. She had learned more in those two hours about his
personality and feelings than she had the entire time they had
Crawling back into
bed with two cups of coffee, Angel nudged Nick with her elbow,
"Wake up sleepyhead, or you'll never be able to get back
to sleep tonight."
Rolling over to face
Angel, he grinned, "If you stay over tonight, you can help
wear me out and I'll have no problem sleeping."
"Ah huh. Here's
some coffee to help get you started."
Nick sat up and took
the cup of hot liquid from Angel's hand, "Thanks."
After taking a sip, he carefully put the cup down on his bedside
table and waited for Angel to do the same. Once her hands were
free, he grabbed her and pulled her down towards his body. "I
don't believe I've thanked you for a wonderful New Years Eve."
"Yes you did,
this morn…" Angel was cut off by Nick's lips pressed against
hers. "Never mind, no you didn't." Angel said as she
wrapped her arms around Nick's neck and continued her own sweet
assault on his mouth.
phone began to ring causing him to swear under his breathe,
or at least he thought so, "This better be important."
"Well good afternoon
to you too Little Man. Is that anyway to answer your phone?"
Kevin. Yes it is when I haven't been awake too long."
"What the hell
is wrong with everyone today? Everyone slept the morning away!"
Kevin all but yelled, letting Angel hear his every word, unsolicited.
She tried to take a sip of her coffee but her shoulders were
shaking trying to hold in the laughter. Whispering to Nick,
Angel said, "He must have just called Sheridan. Marybeth
went to wake her up not too long ago." Nick smirked shaking
"Oh, Angel and
I were up this morning early."
Kevin asked half-heartedly.
"Okay, so we
didn't exactly go to bed until after 7 this morning, but we
still did early morning stuff," Nick said with a wink.
Scrubbing his hand
over his face, Kevin didn't want to think about what their "morning
stuff" consisted of.
After Sheridan passed
out, Kevin decided he needed to call it a night and not put
more pressure on the situation. Leigh and Howie joined him at
a bar close to the Concorde Club after depositing a wiped out
Sheridan in the limo. He was still battling his demons from
last night and wanting to take home one of the women who talked
to him at the bar. He found her attractive and quite intelligent,
but he didn't want to have a one-night stand. He was getting
too old for that, but he really wanted to get laid, in the worst
"Yeah, um sorry…listen,
I just wanted to make sure you were all set for the location
of our meeting on Saturday at 9 AM." Kevin sounded very
"I got it Kev."
the day you two. I'll see you guys later. Bye."
Nick clicked the
phone off and looked at Angel with a questionable look. "That
"What was so
strange about Kevin checking up on you? Isn't that his style?"
Angel chuckled, but then turned serious when Nick wasn't laughing.
"No, his attitude
was very….I don't know…off." Nick said as he carefully
took another sip of his coffee. Not wanting to think about Kevin,
Nick changed his attitude, "So, how about you and I go
get something to eat. I'm starving."
you like? There are pancakes, eggs, bacon, or we could do lunch
and dinner foods like pasta, steak and potatoes…"
Nick cut in, "I'm
starving! Let's make pancakes and eggs, they won't take as long."
Angel laughed at
him, "Okay fine. Geez, you're grumpy when you're hungry."
Angel got out of
bed and put on one of Nick's t-shirts. As Angel padded her almost
naked body out of the bedroom, Nick lowered his head back on
the pillow with his hands covering his eyes. 'Stop thinking
about her body or you'll never eat soon,' he mentally chastised
Nick called out.
"Will you help
me run some of my lines after breakfast?"
A smile grew on Angel's
face, "Of course babe. Anytime." 'Not that I don't
know them by heart myself,' she thought. Angel fussed with breakfast
and put a phone call into to Sheridan.
at a stationary store and picked up a ream of high quality paper
in a nice tone of gray to use as stationary for Kevin. She could
always make up her own letterhead if he didn't have any preprinted.
Marybeth shopped as well picking up some things for her own
office. Checking her watch after her stomach grumbled, she looked
at Marybeth, "I'm hungry. How about you?"
Marybeth waited for
the clerk to bag her purchases. "Why don't you wait and
go out to dinner with us?"
Sheridan shook her
head no. "Honestly, I really would love to but I would
feel uncomfortable being by myself. I have one more stop to
make at Staples. Do you want to go with me or do you want me
to drop you off?"
she really wanted to go home and shower. "If you could
drop me off, I would appreciate it. I need to shower and change."
Come on let's go, I drive right by your place to get to Staples
anyway. I'll catch dinner at the Beverly Center. Maybe I'll
do a movie or something." Sheridan headed for the car,
hiding her mood from Marybeth. Lately with Angel spending all
her time with Nick, she felt on the outs and a little lonely.
After dropping Marybeth off and wishing her a good time, she
started to think of a place to eat at the Beverly Center.
Arriving at Staples,
she went down the list that she had jotted down before Christmas
when she was at Kevin's. Kevin had the furniture to handle the
office just none of the supplies. He had given her a credit
card to use for any of the purchases that she made for the office.
They would go over the charges when the bill came in. Pushing
the cart up and down the aisles, she loaded up on paper, folders,
and hanging file folders. Whiteout, pens, and such were next
on her list. A few steno-pads and a new rolodex were on the
top of her list. After over an hour in the store, Sheridan made
her way to the checkout and almost fell out of her sneakers
when the cashier told her the total was over five hundred dollars.
Whipping out the credit card she smiled, "Here you go."
The woman looked
at the card twice and then at Sheridan. "You don't look
like a Kevin."
'Oh no,' Sheridan
screamed in her head. What was she going to do if they didn't
take the card. She knew her card would be over the limit if
she made the purchase. "That's my employer's card. We're
setting up a new office."
cashier smiled and swiped the card.
quietly but said a silent prayer to the man upstairs for getting
her out of this. Sheridan signed her name on the slip to avoid
any problems and they took her driver's license number. Thanking
the woman, she was happy to make her way to her car. Loading
everything in the car, she finally was on her way to a quiet
dinner by herself. Her cellphone jingled in the bottom of her
purse, she couldn't reach it in time so the call went to voicemail.
Pulling into a parking spot at the Beverly Center, she walked
around for a while and then settled in at the California Cafe
for a light dinner. She didn't want anything spicy or hot to
upset her stomach, she was still paying the price.
After ordering her
dinner, she dug through her purse for her cellphone and checked
her voicemail. The last call was from Kevin who was looking
for her, since she didn't answer the telephone at the apartment.
He had tried Angel's cell and she wasn't with them either. His
last call was to Marybeth who had told him she was out shopping
for the office. Of course he felt it necessary to reiterate
all of this to her in his voicemail.
seeing you here," a voice broke her quiet interlude.
Sheridan raised her
head to see Tom standing next to her table. Closing her eyes,
she bit her bottom lip. It still hurt to see him. All the lies
and the baloney that he fed her and she believed every bit of
"Mind if I sit
down?" his hand began to slide the chair out to take a
do, please just leave me alone. You have hurt me enough."
Sheridan spoke but her voice was shaky.
"I didn't do
it on purpose," Tom began to sit down across from her.
"We need to talk. I haven't been able to talk to you. I
can't get beyond your little army of new found friends."
With her order being
delivered to her table, she demurely opened her napkin and placed
it on her lap. She refused to acknowledge him even though all
she wanted to do was get up and run away.
want us to talk about this." Tom leaned forward and placed
his hand on hers.
Yanking her hand
from his grasp, she just about exploded. "Do not ever touch
me again. We are over, through, kaput, done, good-bye, and gone."
Tom sat back in the
chair, without a word he folded his hands together very neatly.
"We could have made a go at it, if it weren't for Angel."
crunched down on the spring roll, she wasn't going to dignify
the comment with an answer. Her friend was sticking up for her.
been a busy body, she never left us alone." Tom leaned
forward with his elbows on the arms of the chair his hands clasped
together still. "Then she dragged the boyfriend into it."
That took the cake,
Nick had done nothing that she was aware of. "Nick didn't
do anything to you so leave him out of this. This is between
you and I. You are just angry that my friends helped me see
you for what you really are. An A-1 first class asshole."
Tom chuckled, Sheridan
cursing was definitely not a good sign, "Not Nick you airhead,
your boyfriend, Kevin."
her fork so hard onto the plate that salad flew in all directions.
"He isn't my boyfriend."
Resting his chin
in the palm of his hand, Tom leaned closer so he could whisper.
"Oh he isn't, is he? Then tell me why he muscled me into
Sheridan stopped for a moment, her bubble burst.
"You heard me.
He hired a guy to tail me and take pictures of me with some
of my… friends. Then he said I was stringing you along and that
I had to fire you. Do you really think that I would ever fire
you?" With his free hand, he whisked a few blonde strands
out of her face. "I still love you baby, I didn't want
to hurt you. I think we can still make a go at it, if you want
too. I'm still confused and I wanted you to help me work through
all of this."
The information was
registering a 7 on Sheridan's personal Richter scale. Kevin
had me fired kept looping through her brain. The second set
of words hit Sheridan emotional and psychologically as well.
"I have to go," Sheridan threw money on the table
and ran out of the small café.
on…" Tom charged after her only to lose her in the post
holiday shopping crowd. "Damn it!" Tom shouted as
he looked around.
Sheridan needed a
place to think that was devoid of anything familiar. She hastily
bought a ticket to a show and charged into the darkened theater.
Going to the top, back corner she sat and watched Julia Robert's
face flicker on the screen. The movie Mona Lisa Smile began
playing as she sat quietly by herself. Sheridan reviewed Tom's
conversation mentally. The implication that Kevin had strong-armed
him into firing her was starting to make sense. Not too soon
after her firing, she landed the interview, and she ended up
working for Kevin. The biggest question that plagued her mind
was why. Why would Kevin do any of these things? She was confused
and still unsettled when the movie ended and she headed for
Driving to her apartment
seemed like a mindless task as well as falling into bed. Tomorrow
would come and she would have her answers. She would confront
Kevin about everything that Tom had said and get the facts.
She had decided that she would even call Tom at work and see
if he would back up what he had said.
The alarm blaring
at 6:30 in the morning was awful. "This sucks," Sheridan
tossed the sheet and blankets back. "I'm changing my hours
when he is out of town. We're going to talk about a few things
today Mr. Kevin Richardson." Showered, dressed, and coffee
in hand, she headed to work wearing jeans and t-shirt. "This
is way too early to be going to work."
Sitting in her car,
she turned the key and nothing happened. "Not funny,"
she turned the key backwards and waited a few seconds. Turning
it forward, still nothing, the engine wasn't turning over. Placing
her head on the steering wheel, she waited and then tried again.
"Dammit, not today!" A knocking noise on her side
window almost made her jump out of her skin. Sighing with relief
she opened the door since the electric windows wouldn't roll
down. "Patrick, can you help me? It won't start."
Patrick motioned her to get back in the car and pop the hood
him from the slight crack the hood had made and then heard him
yell. "Try it now!" Turning the key, it started.
Patrick slammed the
hood shut and shook his head at her as he walked to her car
door. "Engines need maintenance Sheridan. This old clunker
needs a tune up and some work done on her."
"I know I just
haven't had time. Today is the first day at my new job. I owe
night this week?" he gave her a cocky smile.
"I don't cook,"
Sheridan complained. In her head she was thinking, why are guys
always trying to make dates over the little things they help
you out with.
"We'll go out,
dutch," he winked and walked away.
"Well, now that
is a first," she spoke to herself in the car. Hitting the
button, she rolled the window down. "It's a deal!"
she shouted back.
"No, it's a
date!" Patrick shouted as he made his way back inside the
Trying to get their
bodies back on a regular sleeping schedule, Angel had set Nick's
alarm to wake up at 7 AM.
"What the hell
is that?" Nick mumbled.
Let's get this day started. I need to go to The Beverly Center
and pick up a few things. Come with me?" Angel said with
a pout thinking he probably wouldn't want to go shopping.
do realize that the stores don't open until 10 right?"
Nick questioned as he rolled over to pull Angel back into his
"Yes, but I
need to eat, go workout, then take a shower."
Nick looked at her
with puppy eyes, "You aren't expecting me to go workout
with you, are you?"
"Of course not.
I'm just going to go for a jog around the neighborhood. I'll
be back in about 30 minutes."
Nick twinged at the
thought. "Do you think that's a good idea Angel? I mean,
what if someone is out there waiting for a beautiful woman to
jog on by before he grabs you."
you watch too much TV. I'll be fine. I can defend myself you
Holding her close
in his embrace, he whispered into her ear, "Of course I
know you can."
Turning around in
his arms, she questioned, "What's gotten into you? I've
jogged in your neighborhood before. What's wrong?"
Nick realized he
was being overly cautious and making something out of nothing.
"Nevermind. I'm being silly. Enjoy your jog. I'll be ready
when you get back."
She planted a kiss
on Nick then hopped into the bathroom to change into her workout
Zipping out of the
parking lot, Sheridan hit the freeway to jump over to a short
cut to Kevin's house. The car backfired once as she slowed down
to make the turn into Kevin's driveway. Several people seemed
to be out early this morning and they stared at her. She really
wasn't surprised when Kevin was standing at the door waiting
for her. "You have got to get rid of that car or get it
fixed. That thing sounds like it belongs in Compton."
Shrugging her shoulders,
she kvetched a little. "At least it's paid for."
"Oh, well by
the shape it's in, I would hope so."
back to the car, "There are things in there that need to
be brought in."
Kevin stuffed his feet into his sneakers and wondered if Sheridan
was like this every morning. Two trips to the car and he dumped
the entire contents of supplies on her desk.
"Gee I hope
I didn't need to use my desk in the next few minutes,"
she was syrupy sweet when she said it, but people who knew her
would know that this wasn't a good thing.
"What is your
problem this morning? Are you still carrying around your hangover
from New Years?" Kevin wasn't going to take attitude from
Sheridan or anyone else this early in the morning.
"No, not at
all. I ran into Tom yesterday while I was out having dinner…
" Sheridan turned and looked over her shoulder to see Kevin's
eyes narrow to little slits and his lips pucker up.
"What did that
asshole want? Did he try and fill your head with nonsense again?"
Kevin leaned on the credenza and wished he had repeated his
attempts to find Sheridan yesterday when he couldn't.
Ripping the plastic
covering off the box files, she thought about what she was going
to say. She had rehearsed it in her head over and over again
last night since she had come home from the movies. "He
told me that you had him followed and photographed with his
friends. I would assume in my dippy little blonde head that
they were male friends and that you used that to have him fire
Kevin smiled, "Oh
yeah that. I did do that, the guy is a scum. Yeah it was guys."
opened slowly, Kevin had just admitted that he did do what Tom
had said. By the looks of it, he seemed pretty damn proud of
"You're a jerk!
Why would you do that?" Sheridan fumed but was still acting
like a lady.
Kevin walked closer
and she backed up, falling into the seat of her chair. Leaning
down he frowned at her, "Very simple blondie, he was using
you as a cover. He was stringing you along and that ain't right
in my world. You don't lead women on with false pretenses and
use them for your needs. He's gay and can't let his family find
out. You were his beard babe. The fact that I like you on top
of it, just made matters worse in my mind."
Between being blown
away by the way Kevin was acting and the way he was speaking,
she couldn't figure out what to say next. "It still doesn't
make it right. What do you mean you like me? Like, as in a person?"
Kevin's eyes closed
for a millimeter of time, his eyebrows shot up. 'What a dip,'
he groaned in his head. 'This is never going to work; sometimes
she has the IQ of a cue ball.' Angel's words 'Sheridan is not
ready; you need to wait and let it happen' barked in his ear.
"Yes Sheridan, believe it or not, I like you as a person."
I wrote… um parts… of the movie," Sheridan blinked, if
Kevin was going to be her boss on both counts, she had to make
sure that they could work together without him holding any resentment
"Yes, even though
you wrote my parts," Kevin chuckled.
"I didn't write
all of them, Angel did some," Sheridan quickly defended
herself out of embarrassment.
"As long as
you wrote the good ones, who cares," Kevin grabbed a stack
of folders and began writing on the tabs. "Let's get this
place set up so that either of us can just walk into either
office and get work done."
They worked together
and chatted about the filming starting the next day. Both of
them were excited over the real work starting to take shape.
By lunchtime, they were both at ease with each other. Kevin
sat Indian style on the floor wondering how in the world he
had acquired so much paper work. Sheridan's mind was swimming
with all the different things that Kevin had ventured into business
wise. She had one drawer alone for investments, one for the
studio, one for his foundation, and one for his business venture
with his friend Keith. "I think we need another filing
cabinet," Sheridan looked at the pile at her feet.
"Nah, I have
some space in my office. I'll keep the movie stuff and my Backstreet
stuff in there."
"Where do we
put the rest of this?" Sheridan's eyes swept the room.
There were piles of files everywhere.
about it after lunch, I'm starved," Kevin stood up and
hesitated. "Yo, Sheridan lunch," he waved his hand
in front of her face.
Scrunching her nose,
she looked back at him. "Angel wasn't home; I don't have
a lunch made. I need to run out and grab something."
Kevin laughed, it
had to be one of the funniest things he had heard come out of
her. "It's a good thing our offices are in my house, because
I have this thing called a kit-chen. Do you know what that is?"
Sheridan pouted back knowing he was only teasing.
"Come on, we
can grab a sandwich. After that, we'll finish up this mess and
get the computer set up."
My very own computer that I can play with?."
"Yes but for
work, not writing," he grabbed bread from the cupboard.
"I figure we could get all the finances inputted over time.
Right now we can just plug away at it."
"Does it have
a word processor? Is it new?" Sheridan was delighted. She
had only seen one in his office.
"Yes, and Yes,"
Kevin stood with a knife in his hand. "Mayo or Mustard?"
"Do you have
any ketchup?" she smiled.
boloney coming up. The only other person I know that would eat
that would be Nick."
"I'm not Nick,"
Sheridan bent over to pick up the napkin she had dropped.
"Oh… no doubt
about that," Kevin hissed under his breath and began to
fantasize a little as he watched her sweet little ass in front
of him, "You are definitely not Nick."
"What are you
staring at?" Sheridan looked behind her.
"Oh, a bird
in the window," Kevin covered his own ass but laughed inside.
kind?" Sheridan turned to peer out the window.
"Ehhh, I'm not
sure," Kevin shook his head.
After lunch they
sorted the rest of the files. Sitting down next to each other
they began to make a list of what they wanted computerized.
Sheridan showed him a few things about the computer that he
didn't even know about.
Kevin watched as she shifted closer to him. His hand brushed
against her ribs as he leaned back in the executive chair and
reached around her. He didn't say a word but the results were
right there for him to see. Sheridan's chest was giving him
a stand up salute or rather her nipples were. He smiled, totally
satisfied by the reaction. It would placate him for a while
until he could figure out what move he was going to make next.
Kevin left her to
do some work as he worked over his lines. Before he knew it,
it was time for her to leave and he really just wanted her to
stay. "I'm making chicken on the grill. Do you want to
"Oh, um, I don't
know if Angel is coming home. I suppose I should call and find
"Why, she seems
to be spending all her time with Carter?" Kevin knew it
was a little childish but if she stayed they could talk more.
He had found out that her dad was a pro-wrestler and that Sheridan
seemed to get her sweetness from her mom.
"Okay but I'll
do the dishes," Sheridan went back to work. "Call
me when it's ready. I'm almost done putting in the financials
for the foundation."
Kevin peaked around the monitor. "Dang, you are good."
"I thought that
is why you hired me?" Sheridan posed the question to him.
but, you know… I'll get dinner ready." Kevin split out
of the office like his pants were on fire. 'Close call Kevin,
you need to start thinking with the right head,' he swore under
his breath at his own carelessness.
"You are a sneaky
man, Kevin Richardson." Sheridan worked until she heard
her name called. She saved the work and closed down the computer.
Coming out to the patio, she sat at the beautiful wrought iron
table. The table was set comfortably, nothing romantic or anything.
"This smells wonderful," Sheridan pushed her fork
into a roasted potato.
"Of course it
is; I can cook. If I didn't, I would be living on Chef Boyardee
be happy," Sheridan waved off the wine Kevin was pouring.
"Please, it will be a long time before I drink."
Kevin wondered if
she would partake or not, "What would you like?"
"Do you have
Laughing all the
way to the kitchen and back, he presented her with a very large
and cold glass of milk. "Your milk," he placed the
glass in front of her.
More movie talk and
financial talk followed dinner. They never got back on the subject
of her, no matter how hard Kevin tried to steer the conversation
in that direction. Walking her out to the car, he backed up
and squinted his eyes as she turned the car over. It sounded
like an off balance washing machine. "From now on, when
you have to pick me up, come here and get my Benz. That car
scares me. The key is on your key ring."
above the roar of the engine, if you could call it that. "Patrick
said it needed some work. I'll talk to him on our date this
week about it." Slamming the car in reverse, she pulled
out of the driveway.
What fucking date?" Kevin stood in his driveway staring
at the license plate on the beat up Ford as it drove down through
his secluded neighborhood. "You can buy a new car then
you don't need a fucking date with Patrick." Dashing into
the house, he dialed the phone. "NICK! NICK! NICKY! If
you're there, pick up the damn phone!"
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