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    Kaelyn - So, did you go for it, did you offer yourself up as a sex slave, to love and cherish til death do you part?  At the very least invite him to drinks with the group?
    Cora- Don’t you have actual work to do?  Besides I’m not here for drinks this week, so the less he knows the better, no one can poach on my turf
    Kaelyn - Yes, Mr. J is paying me to work as a yenta, or a pimp, whichever works.  If you want to stop poaching you need to mark your territory, go rub up on him, or pee on his shoes
    Cora- I did talk to him after everyone left, I complimented his beard, he thanked me for the budget support.  Apparently he bought a house and he’s been busy painting and last week was in Woburn fixing a water pipe server room destruction, as for the shoe thing…ewwww… you are twisted, how is it you are allowed to raise actual humans?
    Kaelyn - Yeah I noticed the beard, you removed all the oxygen from the room when you looked up and took a deep breath as you took it in, I know how you love beards, what is that about anyway?
    Cora- Oh fuck you, no one turned blue, but holy hotness, that beard made me tingly in parts I’d forgotten got tingly, we chatted a little, I said some stupid shit, blushed like an idiot and ran before I made an even bigger fool of myself
    Kaelyn - There is no way you made a fool of yourself, he was peeking at you during the meeting too you know, and not for the first time
    Cora- He was just looking at me because he was all grateful that I bought him stuff, Jim was probably looking at me like that too
    Kaelyn - Trust me, Jim might look at Adam in reception that way, but not you, sorry you don’t have the right bits and pieces
    Cora- Fine, fine, fine, we’ll talk about this tomorrow at lunch, you know I don’t like to use chat for this, and there’s really nothing else to say.  We’ll go out for lunch before I leave for the conference in Norwalk
    Kaelyn - Blargh, you are always pissing on my parade
    Cora- At least I’m not pissing on your shoes
    Kaelyn - Touché
     
    Cora closed the window and went about sorting through emails.  She was pretty sure that no one in IT actually read the chat logs but she wasn’t going to say anything else too foolish.  She had stuff to do to get ready to leave for the conference and she needed to buckle down and stop thinking about the handsome beardy IT guy on the fourth  floor who wanted to steal her strawberry candy.  And since she had hair the color of a ripe strawberry, she could pretend that meant any number of things, right?

Chapter 3
    While sitting in the booth across from Kaelyn at the local diner the next day at lunch Cora decided to throw caution to the wind and order eggs and toast and bacon and home fries. Oh, she’d track it, but she’d need some sustenance to go another round with Kaelyn on her relationship, or lack thereof with Daniel Santagata.
    “Before you start on me, one conversation, some compliments and a little flirting does not mean we’re headed towards some sheet melting sexy times, or anything more serious,” Cora keeping her face stern as she tried not to let her mind wander to said sheet melting, and scratchy beard goodness.
    “Flirting?!?” Kaelyn schreeched, “You didn’t mention anything about flirting yesterday. Why do you have to keep information from me? How can I plan your battle strategy if you withhold important data from me?”
    “ Keep your voice down, it wasn’t actual flirting. I made a stupid movie quote, he mentioned stealing my candy, I blushed, blah blah blah,” Cora nodded her head decisively and waived her hand dismissively. “See, it was nothing.”
    “Candy stealing is definitely flirting, and he was whistling as he walked past my cube towards the elevator.”  Kaelyn dug in to her double cheeseburger, doused with ketchup and mayo and bacon, seriously, where did she put it all?
    “I’m going to Norwalk and I’m going to discuss accounting best practices and audits and all