New story. It's a cougar tale. Tonya is being stalked by a vindictive ex-boyfriend who is determined to ruin her life. Then there's Will, a sexy young attorney, who as a divorce lawyer is as tantalizing to women as garlic is to vampires because of his profession. A match-making friend is anxious to play cupid. Things don't go well. Discover why.
Today's prompt is right. Tuesday Tales will be going on vacation for the month of August.
The blinking cursor hovered over the delete button. Most of the time, she trashed his messages, never reading them. Technically, the message shouldn’t have even made it to her mailbox due to being blocked. Then again, her misfortune lied in having a mean spirited ex-boyfriend who also was a computer genius. The right term was private investigator. Yay me, I sure know how to pick them.
Her shoulders hunched forward. God, she didn’t need this now. Her company was looking at personnel to cut since they failed to make projected goals this year. It didn’t matter she worked harder than almost anyone in the department, no company wanted an employee with a stalker ex. News stories illustrated that they tended to come in guns blazing taking out not only the object of their obsession, but a half dozen people in the process.
Her first instinct was to send the email to the cyber dumpsite with the many dozens he sent the past year. Something stopped her. This one was different. Couldn’t explain why she knew, but it felt different. It felt like ice water poured down her back on an already frigid winter afternoon.
Wincing, she decided to open the document that was tying her insides into knots. An impressively long list of things to do, left her with no time to dither about a whiny letter from her ex. Besides, she knew what it would say. Wrinkling her nose, she glanced around the empty room noting absence of her co-worker.
Michelle’s starting time had to be in a different time zone, a much later one. Oh well, she rolled her eyes. This one time she didn’t mind her tardiness. The woman moved in her own fruity fragrance atmosphere. A quick glance at the open door assured her that she’d either smell or hear Michelle before she’d hit the door. Tonya opened a work file ready to switch the screen when Michelle finally arrived. With jobs on the line, there was no one she could really trust.
Clint's document mocked her with one sentence. I bet your boss would enjoy seeing this, as would everyone else in your company. That was it? Where was the platitudes about her letting go of the best thing she ever had. How she’d never find a man as wonderful as him. Wait. See what?
Michelle’s voice floated down the hallway as she stopped to talk to the custodian. Tonya’s eyes flicked down to email. It had an attachment. Damn. Her heart jumped up into her throat. She’d have to know what bomb Clint was going to drop on her. Her co-worker’s cheerful chatter continued showing no sign of winding down. Click.
An image of her looking beautiful and festive wrapped in holiday greenery and Christmas lights filled the screen. It was from more than two Christmases ago, back when she wanted to do something special to celebrate the holidays. An ad for boudoir photography sounded like a perfect gift. Who knew it would come back to haunt her?