Professional Boundaries(90)By: Jennifer Peel
I wasn’t sure how long my window of opportunity would be, so I walked over and sat on the other end of the bench. She tried to ignore me by turning away from me, but I wasn’t having it. “Ms. Manselle …”
She wouldn’t even turn and look my way.
“Cat got your tongue? Well … no matter. I don’t need you say anything, but you will listen to me.”
She turned and glared at me. Her face was beet red.
I narrowed my eyes at her. “I’m sure they’re in there cutting a deal right now to keep Chandler’s lawsuit against you from going forward, but just know that if you even think about causing harm to Ian again, you won’t even know what hit you. And if I even see a hint of my software design anywhere, I’ll make sure you see prison time.”
Her mouth fell and her eyes widened. She looked like she wanted to hit me or at least scream at me, but she knew better.
I smirked. “That’s right, I think orange would suit you quite well.”
Without a word, she stood up and marched away in her hooker heels and short, tight skirt. Was it evil for me to wish she would slip and fall on the gleaming tile floor?
She never returned, so I took the time and texted my sister while I waited. I didn’t even have to hear her voice to know that she was completely amused with my report. I couldn’t wait to see her next week where we could have a face-to-face conversation. I sure did love her. Within a half-hour, one of my other loves emerged looking quite pleased. I couldn’t say the same for Miss Boobs and her Daddy. I wanted to yell out, “Cheaters never prosper!” and “Take that!” but when Ian put his arm around me, I suddenly couldn’t have cared less about anyone else at that courthouse.
We didn’t say a word until we were outside. Then he let me know that the ridiculous lawsuit had been dropped. “You’re a genius,” he kept repeating over and over. Apparently, Ian had also warned his ex-family that if any part of Chandler’s software showed up, they would be very sorry. I told him of my conversation with the “contractor.” By this time, we were to his car, and before he opened my door, he made me see stars. And like always, I knew how he felt by his kiss, and this kiss felt very hopeful.
I, too, was hopeful about our future. I especially looked forward to the near future and our weekend in Glenwood Springs. It was so hard to keep my mind focused on our presentations over the next couple of days. By the time we were done on Friday afternoon, I was more than ready. The only thing that stood between us and the glorious mountains was rush hour traffic. Thankfully, my view inside the car was excellent. Ian looked great with his tie and suit coat off and white shirt slightly unbuttoned. I found even though I missed the Clark Kent version, I more than liked the sexy boardroom version in front of me.
When we finally made it up the 1-70 corridor into the foothills, I sighed. I missed my mountains. I was thankful to have the early evening sunlight during our drive; it was so beautiful. Nothing compared to the Rocky Mountains, in my mind, from the pine tree lined mountains to the tiny waterfalls that cascaded down the rock walls near the highway. It even smelled like heaven. There was a crispness and freshness that filled the air. I think I took at least a hundred pictures with my phone as we drove. I texted several to my sister and told her we needed to take a family vacation here. She agreed.
It was around seven-thirty when we arrived in Glenwood Springs. Our first stop was the hot springs. Neither Ian nor I could wait to revisit that beloved place together. I even brought extra chapstick and lotion for the occasion.
“I haven’t been back here since the last time I took you here,” he said as we walked in.
That did my heart good.
We entered the water just as the sun was starting to set and the cool air highlighted the steam rising from the naturally hot water. It was breathtaking. No picture could do it justice. It was something that had to be experienced, not seen through a lens. As soon as I hit the water, I was taken up by Ian, and I sunk into his arms and stayed there for the next two hours until they closed.
There wasn’t a lot of talking, but what was said, I found quite interesting.