Hope you are still enjoying the first page posts from Finding Alana. We’ve made it to Chapter 7. Tomorrow I’ll post from chapter 8. In honor of a dear friend’s birthday, you get another bonus scene on Wednesday 2/3. Stay tuned!
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I never thought this week would end! It has been quite the rollercoaster. I’ve been in the clouds one minute, and in the gutter the next. Someone who doesn’t know me might think I was manic. I’m excited to see Justin tonight. He’s coming to my place since Kate has practice and setup for their bout tomorrow night. It’s a once a month thing, so everyone is required to help out.
Dee still hasn’t made her hiring decision, but I got a chance to size up my competition. Her resume was left on the printer. She’s my age, but she has a bachelor’s degree from U of M. My degree is just an Associates. She’s been working in the field for a development company her uncle owns. It seems a little silly to note that your uncle owns the company you work for on your resume.
I’m trying to break into development. My self-confidence is shaken, I can’t lie. I’m intimidated. I keep my nose to the grindstone and try to keep the Dragon Lady happy. Looks like I may be with her a while longer. The thought is depressing.
Several times throughout the day I think the clock has broken. It has been an uphill battle reaching the end. I end up leaving fifteen minutes earlier than I normally do.
Friday’s are more relaxed around the office, and I’m actually excited about tonight. Dare I hope that this could be something? Something real.
While I’m driving home, all I can do is think about that night at the bar. My nerves are crawling under my skin in the most delicious way as I think about how he kissed me. How his hand explored my body. His skill evident by the way he’d made me feel exquisite.
I had felt beautiful, confident, and safe. Part of me can’t help but wonder how different it will be now that he knows. Does he even still want me? Tonight may be the end for us. The thought is chilling and depressing at the same time.