too
eh?'
I felt the mutual relief you get when you
realise a colleague shares your bad opinion of someone else.
'I'm guessing you don't like him much either.
You've only had to put up with him for a fortnight. I've been here years.'
Mandy shuddered. ' Urgh ,
he's horrible. He always disappears when the shop gets busy and then he's
always trying to look down my top, dirty old sod.'
I laughed and looked her in the eye, my
glance momentarily dropping to her chest then back up. 'Well, you can't blame
him for that.'
Mandy smiled and shoved me playfully. I
thrilled at the pressure of her little hand on my bare arm. ' Oy you! I don't mind some men looking at me. Just not him.'
There was a pause as we both smoked. I
realised it was now or never; I needed to make a move before she disappeared
out of my life. The trouble was, I'd been so caught up with the IPO game I
hadn't even noticed a fit woman right on my own doorstep. I took the plunge.
'So, got a boyfriend at that college of
yours?' I guessed she probably had. She hadn't mentioned one, but girls that
pretty usually have a bloke surgically attached to them from the age of consent
onwards, if not before.
'That lot?' she sniffed. 'They're all geeks.
Or boys.' She paused then looked at me. 'I prefer men.' She ground her
cigarette under her heel.
I stubbed my cigarette into the aluminium
ashtray on the wall and was about to ask her out for a drink but the door
crashed open. It was Derek.
'I think you've had long enough for your
break, you two. The shop floor's getting busy. Mandy, can you come and help,
now please.'
Mandy smiled meekly and turned to go. 'Yes,
Derek.'
Derek looked down at the ground. 'And we
don't leave cigarette ends on the floor, do we. Pick it up please, Mandy.'
She started to bend down and I noticed
Derek's eyes flick downward to the short skirt stretched across her arse. I
stepped in.
'I'll pick it up, Derek, that one was mine.'
I bent and scooped up the fag end, sticking it in the ashtray with a violent
stab, looking at him with an expression of disgust.
He bridled, and then collected himself.
'Thank you Carl. You're needed now as well.' He turned to go in and Mandy
looked back at me, mouthing 'thanks' as I followed on.
Come closing time Derek had sent off the
other two staff and there was just me, him and Mandy in the back office. I had
a sneaking suspicion that Derek would have liked it to be just him and Mandy,
but he knew he couldn't do without me on the VAT backlog stuff because as with
most things he didn't have a bloody clue. Then there was a stroke of luck; I
heard his mobile go and he came out of his office looking pissed off. It turned
out his kid, Damien, had got sick or something and his wife was worried so he
had to go home. So with more annoyance than usual he told me to make sure I
locked up properly and made sure Mandy got home alright, and left.
It wasn't much of a job to get all the forms
filled in; Derek just panics about that kind of thing as he's the sort of slow,
pedantic type who wants all the t's crossed. By seven
o' clock it was all done. I decided to definitely take the plunge this time and
ask Mandy out for a drink, but it turned out I didn't have to.
'All done then are we Carl?' she said,
leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs slowly, in her short skirt.
'Yep, that's the lot. Listen, I was wondering
if you fancied going for a drink?'
There was a pause and I thought she was going
to start making excuses but instead she smiled and reached into her bag. 'No
need' she said, taking out a bottle of vodka. 'I was going to offer this around
tonight as it's my last night and I can't afford to take everyone out to the
pub. But now everyone else has buggered off it's just me and you.'
I smiled. 'Shame to waste
it. Pity I'm driving though.'
She laughed. 'I'm not. You're going to have
to give me a lift home so just a small one for