The Eternal Intern (Contemporary Romantic Comedy) Read Online Free

watched her earlier on. She moved like she was in ecstasy. The music was her drug. I kept my hands low and was trying to move my hips. I was thinking of the recent Ricky Martin video I watched. But I didn't really move like him at all. As we were dancing side by side our eyes met frequently. I wanted to dance closer to her but didn't have the confidence. Suddenly her hips moved towards me. She pushed her head slightly forward and rested her forehead on mine as she was still moving her hips to the rhythm. I felt her sweat drip down my nose. In a rapid move she brushed her backside against my pelvis. Now that was dancing as well, believe me. She moved her hips intensively left and right. I had to concentrate and focus or something very shameful would have happened down there. I could see my friends smiling over to me making nasty hand gestures. I hoped Loretta doesn't see this . We kept dancing in this position for at least the next three songs. Then she turned around bent forward and shouted “I AM DYING OF THIRST. LET'S HIT THE BAR!”
    I nodded and followed her back to the bar like a dog that is being taken for a walk. As we were standing at the bar waiting to give our order she was still moving to the beat. She was having the time of her life. I ordered us some water and 2 shots of Tequila. That was rule number two in my flirt guide book: If you drink with a woman, get shots. They make them drunk really fast and make you look like a man with taste. Loretta loved the idea. We were pounding one after another. My throat was raw from the alcohol. I tried to hide it. Loretta seemed very practiced in having shots. After about four shots each we were looking at each other. No one spoke a word. The beats were filling the room with noise. Loretta had a bleary look in her eyes. She was drunk. Absolutely drunk. I know this will not sound very respectful but I took advantage of the situation. I leaned forward, getting closer and closer to her full red lips. I was about an inch away as she suddenly pulled her head back glared at me and shouted “WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM?”
    “NOTHING, I ONLY WANTED TO LEAN FORWARD TO SAY SOMETHING INTO YOUR EAR!” I said in shook trying to save myself.
    She didn't believe me. She turned away and walked back into the crowd. I stayed a little longer at the bar thinking that I blew it. Eventually one of my friends approached me and said they were
    heading home. A few hours later I was lying in my bed staring at the ceiling thinking how awkward it’s going to be at work tomorrow.

Chapter 3
    A new day
     
    I could hardly sleep that night, twisting and turning in bed thinking about how I messed everything up. Loretta will never talk to me again. Why did I try to kiss her? The flirt book stated clearly that she has to initiate the kiss or at least give her the feeling she did . I felt stupid.
    As I entered work later the following day , I got scared. I hoped Loretta wasn't in. I entered the office and saw Marc sitting behind his desk making some phone calls as usual. There didn't seem to be anyone else in the office. My desk was in a side room right beside Loretta's, where she was selling advertisements to be placed in the magazine. I opened the glass door and could hear her voice. My heart stopped beating, I took a deep breath, and stepped inside. She looked at me quickly and carried on talking to the customer on the phone. I walked to my desk, put my backpack on the floor and sat down. I felt so uncomfortable. I wanted to quit the internship right away and never come back. She eventually hung up and said hello to me as she was typing something into her computer.
    She didn't even look at me as she said it. I assembled all my bravery and said “Loretta because of what happened last night, I -”
    “ Don't worry. We both were drunk and got a little crazy. Today is a new day!” she interrupted me smiling.
    I felt so much better. The sad thing about it was that I wasn't drunk last night.
    I survived the day