I cleared my throat as she looked up and groaned at me. She placed a dog-eared bookmark in her novel and laid it beside her on the desk.
"Can I help you, sir?" she asked with all the enthusiasm of someone having their appendix removed with a rusty butter knife.
I feigned crying and then said with a shaky voice, "I'm...sorry...I just..."
I blubbered again. Her look changed to one of deep concern.
"Hey, now...," she said, coming around the desk to put her arm around me.
"What's this all about, honey?"
I laid it on thick. "It's...my fiancée!"
Neville Hunt over 8 years ago
Love it. (Did he lay it on thick with the rusty butter knife?).
Christopher over 8 years ago
Ha-ha! He may need one before he's done buttering up this woman to get what he needs from her.
Christopher over 8 years ago
And thank you, Neville.