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shouldered black mini dress with gorgeous black high heeled shoes not the hooker kind, but tasteful, as tasteful as five inch heels could be. She actually looked tall. Hair up, with gold chandelier earrings and gold bracelet, fab-u-lous. 
    Girl, you look good. 
    You had to give yourself compliments because sometimes they were the only ones you were going to get. She was waiting for the elevator. This time of evening it always took forever, especially when you were anxious to meet up with friends. Or maybe she was anxious because half of her skin was showing. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed someone walking up from the direction of the office. Oh no.
    So unless Ellenor had put a man’s suit on, it was...of course it was.
     And Katrine was dressed like, well like she was dressed. She could not catch a break today.  She just needed to get a f-ing drink and end this day! Just then the elevator dinged. 
    Oh god, I have to ride down in the elevator with him. Maybe I could take those fifteen flights of stairs, I could take off my shoes. Or I could use my blouse as a parachute and jump off of the roof...
    “After you,” he said and used the hand gesture that went with that phrase.
    She had a hand gesture for him, but she kept it to herself.
    Katrine just put one foot in front of the other and picked a corner. He selected G1, the garage level where his parking spot was located, and L1, where the visitor’s parked.
    “Where are you off to dressed like that .” It did not sound complimentary. He was eyeing her in a judgmental fashion.
    “I’m meeting a group of my friends for dinner and possibly dancing. There’s this great restaurant around the corner with amazing food and even more amazing margaritas.” 
     Stop talking for the love of god! I’m sure he didn’t want details.
    “You people are really into margaritas around here.”
    “Yes, it kind of goes along with the whole Tex-Mex thing we’re all really into.” 
    Okay, that sounded just a tad bit sarcastic.
    “Well you ladies have fun. I am sure it will be a very fruitful evening.” The fruitful sounded very snarky.
    “Thank you kindly, Mr. Abbot. I a m sure it will be.” 
    She gave him her biggest smile and walked out as the door opened into the lobby.
    That’s right. Check out my legs, as I walk away you pompous wind bag....
    Drink please. Need an adult beverage, stat, for the love of god!!!!!!!! 
    He watched her as she walked away and a small smile formed on his lips. She was a spirited little thing wasn’t she.
     
    Katrine got into her car feeling very tense. ‘No Money’ by Kings of Leon came on right off the bat. She cranked up the volume and she let the upbeat notes drift over her. Her shoulders began to loosen. Good music always had that affect on her. She put on her sunglasses, put the top down, and cranked up the a/c, a must in this heat, even with the top down. Katrine was pulling out of the lot as a black motorcycle came out of the garage. 
    The rider nodded his head in way of a greeting or goodbye in this case, and took off.
    That’s just perfect. 
    Of course he rides a Ducati...
    Katrine had a thing for motorcycles. She thought they were sexy. All of that vibrating machinery between your legs. Not that she had ever been on one or anything. But that is how she imagined it would be.
     
     

Chapter 7
     Katrine pulled up to the restaurant and scoped out the parking situation. She arrived too late to find a parking spot, so she had to valet. It seemed a little ridiculous to pay them to drive her car two feet, but she would rather pay for valet then hoof it. Especially when you were wearing heels this high. It was just one of those things.
    Katrine scanned the restaurant for her crew. They had a large round table which was perfect when you wanted to talk to everyone. The salsa music filled the air and she could not wait to get her hands on a frozen margarita, with salt, the salt was essential in her opinion. 
    “Hey friends,