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moment. She went to her room and took the card from her pocket and stood there staring at it. Then she reached for her cellular phone and punched in the numbers. She placed the device at her ear and listened to it while it rang. As soon as she heard his smooth baritone on the other end, she panicked and hung up.
                  She threw herself on the bed face
-
first and pummeled the sheets with her little fists. “Why is this so hard?” she asked herself, but no response came. She rolled over onto her back and stared at the ceiling, and even when the phone started vibrating in her hands, she could not build up the nerve to talk to him. What would she do when she saw him next? Melinda groaned and buried her face in her pillow, anxious to talk to the man who had affected her this much this soon , but lacking the will to.

Chapter 3
                  The following days did not bring Melinda more luck or strength of wit. On several occasions she took out her phone to dial his number, but she was always unsure of what to say.
                  "Have you called him as
of
yet?"
asked Helen as she got into the office, two days later.
                  "No
,
Helen. I can't seem to. Last night I tried again
,
and I clammed up."
                  "You must be joking. A man like that passes you his number
,
and you actually hesitate to call? You know what, give me his number. Let me call him since you have no use for him."
                  Melinda laughed. "It's not that. It's just that it has been so long since I've dated anyone. I'm a little shy you know," she admitted.
                  "And it is that same attitude that will keep you alone for the rest of your life."
                  Melinda held her head down, absorbing the truth as it left Helen's mouth and into her consciousness like a wet sponge. "I know, but I can't be something I'm not, and I'm not used to being with a man like him , or having to make the first move technically. Now I wish I had been the one to give him my number first."
                  There was a thud in the direction of the main entrance
,
and when the women paused and directed their attention there, they saw Wayne stumbling through the door, having struck his foot against the object as it was being closed.
                  "Why don't we find out then?" Helen asked her, although she was not sure Melinda had heard as she sat there dumbfounded.
                  "Good
m
M orning," he said to her as he walked up, staring her directly in her eyes.
                  Melinda's hands trembled
,
and her knuckles grew white as she gripped the edge of the desk. "Good
m
M orning," she however managed to say. "Mr. Walker has been expecting you."
                  She got up then to direct him to the office, but this time she let him pass her for fear he would see what a nervous wreck she was slowly becoming. He turned and smiled at her
,
and it took all her mental faculties to not melt onto the floor like
a
Popsicle on a hot day , and return his smile. Once he disappeared behind the door she gripped her chest, right where her heart was pounding like a hammer , and hastened back to her post. She sipped some of the water from the glass at her desk and fanned her face with the other hand to rapidly calm her nerves.
                  "Get a hold of yourself," Helen whispered as she passed. "He will be coming back."
                  Melinda wanted to visit the ladies' room but didn't for fear she would miss him when he returned. The task of concentrating became rather difficult for her, and she transferred several calls to incorrect extensions. She received a few curious looks from the members of staff, what few there were that she interacted with, and had to make several apologies as the calls were returned to her.
                  By the