Magnum Tales ~ Q is for Question
By J.M. Hadley
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This ebook does not contain graphic sexual content. Sorry to disappoint, but, well, you can decide for yourselves whether you like it or not.
Some readers may find this subject matter romantic.
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Q is for Question
“Oh, Abby,” Merle, our receptionist, sang, “there is someone here to see you.”
“Send them back.”
“Oh no, Honey, I think you need to come up here.”
Irritated, I left my desk and walked to the lobby. What was so important? I was trying to get my work done so that I could go to lunch with Brian, and this interruption was annoying. I had a lot of work to do. As I entered the lobby, a good-looking young man was holding a bouquet of a dozen red roses in a beautiful crystal vase.
“Abby?”
“Yes.”
He handed the vase to me and I instinctively inhaled the piquant floral aroma. They were beautiful. What girl doesn’t like roses? Especially for no reason.
“Enjoy,” he said and turned to leave.
“Wait,” I suggested, “I’ll get you a tip.”
“Not necessary, ma’am. It’s already taken care of,” he said, then left.
“Abby’s got a boyfriend,” Merle teased, still singing. She was older, but lots of fun, and loved gossiping and teasing the younger girls about boyfriends and sex. She’d been married for twenty-five years but still had a raucous sex life with her husband. “You must have done something nice for him,” she said, smiling and winking. I’d made the mistake of telling her once that I’d once had a boyfriend who gave me flowers every time I gave him head.
“Maybe I did,” I teased back. It would probably melt her panties if she knew about last weekend’s escapades.
“What’s the card say?”
I opened the little envelope and removed the little card. Inside, in Brian’s script, was merely written “I Love You.” I smiled. What a great guy.
“Well?”
“It says ‘Thanks for last night, baby!’” I said, just to mess with her, then I turned back toward my office and shook my butt at her. I was wearing a professional outfit, but I also knew I was going to lunch with Brian so my outfit was sexy, too: short black skirt with black stockings and heels, a white silk shirt over a black lace camisole. My hair was up, but not tightly, just like Brian likes it. I sauntered down the hall, swinging my hips for Merle’s sake.
My law office is full of young women. Well, I guess it isn’t my office, but my firm has put me in charge. Merle is the oldest of us, but there aren’t any men. The managing partner is a man, but he works in the office downtown. Our little satellite doesn’t interest him much, but we do good work here. Sometimes it does get a little “hormonal,” if you know what I mean. We work hard, but we enjoy each other’s company. Some of my best friends work here and I feel fortunate to work with people that care so much about their work. They are an easy group to supervise. As I walked back to my desk with my flowers I noticed some of the other girls were heading toward the lobby. It wasn’t long before I heard Merle’s voice again.
“Oh, Abby,” she sang, “you have another delivery.”
What was going on? I walked back to the lobby. It was the same guy with another dozen roses. My friends were standing around Merle’s desk oohing and ahhing about what I must have done for Brian to deserve two dozen roses. Apparently the story of my ex-boyfriend sending flowers for blowjobs had gotten around. I was embarrassed, but I politely thanked the young man. I could tell he was embarrassed, too—not used to a group of women talking about blowjobs. He again declined a tip. The card again said nothing more than “I Love You” in Brian’s strong hand.
I headed back to my desk. I was going to have to hustle if I was going to get my work done before Brian got here to pick me up for lunch, but I was excited about seeing him. What a sweet thing to do! I could hear the buzz of conversation from the girls in the lobby. I set the flowers on my desk and before getting started with my paperwork, I walked back to lobby to tell the girls to get back to work. As I approached the lobby the door opened. For the third time, the same good-looking young man brought in a dozen red roses in a crystal vase.
My friends went crazy, teasing me about what I must have done.
“I’m gonna kill him,” I muttered under my breath as I took the vase from the young man. He was as embarrassed as I was. “Thank you,” I said to him. “This must not be an everyday thing for you either.”
“No, ma’am,” he said, smiling. “Definitely not your normal everyday delivery. I hope you like them.”
“Oh, I do. I love them, but it’s too much.”
The girls continued their teasing: “this must not have been just some ordinary blowjob. She must have done something really naughty.” I smiled at their ribbing. If they only knew!
“All right, everybody,” I said. “Time to get back to work. Why are you all standing around up here anyway? C’mon, let’s go.” Nobody moved. Even the delivery boy was standing there watching me. “What is going on?”
“Abby?” I spun around—holding my flowers to my chest as I heard a familiar masculine voice rise above the female throng.
“Brian?” He was wearing a tuxedo: a very amazing tuxedo with a black pearl pin in the collar and a single red rose in the lapel. He was beautiful. I had never seen him dressed so nicely. “What are you doing here? Where did you come from?” He simply nodded to Linda, the other attorney in our office, who smiled back at him—a huge conspiratorial smile. “What is going on?” Merle got up from her desk and took the vase from me and put it on the reception desk. I looked quickly around and I realized that all of the girls from our office were in the lobby, smiling at me. I suddenly became very nervous.
“Brian? What is going on?”
“Shh.” He held a finger to my lips then knelt on one knee in front of me. I gasped and covered my mouth with one hand as he opened a small black box. Inside, of course, was a ring—a ring with a huge white diamond.
“Oh my God,” I whispered behind my hand.
“Abby, I love you. Will you marry me?”
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