"Say, Valerie, would you like to have lunch with me tomorrow?"
"Sorry, I'm busy," she lied.
"How about Friday then?"
"Busy then too."
Burt just fell silent as he looked away. His mind though, raced busily along.
'The haughty bitch,' he thought, 'she's so stuck up! Who does she think she is, the Queen of Sheba or something?'
I'd show her a hot fucking thing or two. I why the snotty cunt won't give me a tumble! She doesn't like my job, the greedy little slut! I've seen her kissing the asses of some of those moronic lawyers, just because she can get a fancy dinner at some overpriced, snobby joint. If she went out with me, once, just once, I'd show her that money has nothing to do with being a man!!
Valerie looked away for the rest of the ride and as she stepped out of the elevator, she didn't even give him a backward glance. He stood there, watching her shapely ass wiggle away from him, his mind repeating, 'Bitch, bitch, bitch,' in time to her seductive walk.
Back at her desk, she put her things away and went in to see if her boss wanted anything from her.
Blair Eldridge was, at forty-two, a very handsome man. Lots of jogging and tennis kept his body lean, youthful and hard. Expensive clothing covered that sleek, muscular torso. Summers, he spent long week-ends in the Hamptons with his wife and two kids, so on this July day, deeply tanned face smiled up handsome and appealing, at Valerie when she stepped into his plush office.