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Em: Pete Wentz?

Allie: Ha Ha Em. Why would Pete Wentz be in my office?

Allie: No he isn’t although with those muscles he could be

Em: NO WAY..THE GUY FROM THE GYM?!??!

Allie: YES! HE WORKS HERE!

Allie: Idk what to do.. Do I say anything or just pretend I don't know who he is?

Allie: My anxiety can’t handle this

“I think I have it fixed for you. It seemed like there was a recent update that went out, but for some reason, it didn’t want to go through on your computer. Just needed to be pushed through manually, so it should be good to go now. Easy fix.” Spencer said, startling me out of my mini freak-out. I almost threw my phone at the poor guy because I was so focused on texting Em.

“Oh! Okay, great! I’m glad it was something simple. You’re amazing. I mean for fixing the computer. Not that you aren’t amazing as a person, I’m sure you are amazing… I’m going to stop talking now before I embarrass myself anymore. Thank you.” My face was on fire from blushing so hard. I never felt this out of control around someone, but there was something about him. I was right, he truly was more gorgeous in person.

Snap out of it, Allie. Do not check the hot tech guy out at work; it isn’t polite.

He slowly stood up, keeping his eyes glued to mine as he pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose again. Why is that so hot?

“It’s not a problem at all. I’d like to think I’m pretty amazing, but hey, what can I say?” He let a little crooked grin show with the faintest pop of a dimple.

Of course, he also had dimples.

He slowly walked toward me and extended his hand. “Just to properly introduce myself. Hi, I’m Spencer.”

I looked up into those crystal blue eyes of his, my face still hot from blushing, and reached out to shake his hand.

“Hi, I’m Allie. It’s nice to formally meet you, Spencer.”

“Allie,” he said my name as if he was tasting it. He said it like he wanted to savor it. His eyes had darkened ever so slightly, and he looked as if he wanted to savor more than just my name. “I’m sorry if this is weird, but—” A shrill ring interrupted whatever he was about to ask me. He pulled his cellphone out of his back pocket and tightened his grip on it when he looked at the screen. “I’m sorry, I have to take this.”

“Oh no, that’s okay, I understand how crazy work can be.” I tucked a stray hair behind my ear to keep my hands busy. “It was really nice to meet you, Spencer. Thank you again.” I smiled sheepishly at him and moved around him to the breakroom.

Why was it that the one man who caught my attention had to work here? That was like rule number one: you don’t date where you work. Everyone knows it leads to trouble. However, I was a glutton for punishment and couldn’t help but glance back at him as I walked away and saw his gaze fixed on me as he talked to whoever was on the other line, his eyes darkening. I was going to get myself into big trouble. I could already feel it.

I walked into the breakroom, completely forgetting that Rachel had ditched me and came back here.

“Finally. What was that about! I could cut that tension with a damn teaspoon,” she all but yelled when I walked in.

“What in the damn hell!” I slapped my hand against my chest, trying to slow my breathing, “Jesus Christ, you’re going to give me a heart attack, you little red-headed gremlin!”

“I’ve been sitting back here on pins and needles waiting! Now SPILL! What’s with the hot nerd?”

“Me and Em went to the gym the other day, and I saw him there. I couldn’t look away from the man. I mean, you saw him, he's gorgeous, but I didn’t think I’d see him again so soon, let alone at work, of all places! We didn’t even really talk. He was going to say something, but his phone rang, and I used it as an excuse to run because my brain is short-circuiting and not computing with my mouth.” I ran my hands through my hair while I let the word vomit flow. I wasn’t sure what to do.

“Well, you do have some issues with not being in control, but that’s beside the point.” I shot daggers again at her. She waved her hand dismissively at the look and continued, “And I also don’t blame you for checking him out either, the man is fine as hell. Those forearms? The hands? Goodness. Do you think he’s interested?”

“I don’t know. Like I said, we really didn’t talk. He had this look on his face that made me think he could be, but I could’ve been reading the situation wrong.”

“Maybe you’ll run into him again. I mean, the company isn’t super huge, and we’ve gone out before and run into other people from different departments. Plus, you just said you saw him at your gym too, so you could very well see him again. If it doesn’t work out, though, let a girl know cause I’d like a shot at that.” Rachel laughed and fanned herself.

“It should be against the law to look that good.” I giggled in response, but then sighed as I ran my fingers through my hair. “Not to mention, we work together too. I dunno about that, but yeah… yeah, you’re right. I need to get my shit together. Besides, he may not even be interested, and I’m reading into it wrong. Also, didn’t you tell me earlier you were swearing off dating?” Rachel shrugged, and we both headed back out to our desk.

I needed a serious girls' night with Emma to talk this out because I did not want to end up in another shitty relationship.

I was twenty-nine years old, and while that wasn’t old, it was older than I always thought I’d be before I got married. Every little girl plans their dream life. Married to Prince Charming, a gaggle of kids, and in my case, all of the dogs we could have room for. Except that wasn’t how life panned out for me, despite all the planning I did.