be all.”
“Have a nice day, ma’am.”
“You, too.” Tiffany snapped her phone closed and began to power up
her laptop.
It took Tiffany only a few moments to transcribe the notes from
her tablet onto the office drive. She even added in some spur of the moment
ideas she had while inputting the information.
Tiffany knew if she didn’t write the ideas down right then and
there, she would have forgotten them later on.
She smiled as she reviewed the contents of the electronic folder.
Tiffany made a few corrections, and then saved the file.
The screen went black.
Tiffany’s eyes became round as saucers as she looked down at the
mechanical device, wondering what had gone wrong. Afraid to breathe, she held
her breath, knowing if she couldn’t figure out what happened soon, she would
lose all of her information.
Tiffany tried not to create a scene while she banged on various
keys in hopes that one of the combinations would cause the computer to start
again.
“Looks like you’re having a problem. Can I be of assistance?”
Tiffany could feel the wisps of heat circulating from the person’s
mouth. She didn’t have to turn around to know it was Trevor who spoke.
“I don’t think so.” Tiffany tried to sound annoyed, so he would
get the hint and leave.
She was already frustrated by the possible loss of her document
and didn’t feel like battling her emotions for him.
“What seems to be the trouble?”
The heat moved to her neck.
Tiffany swallowed several times to combat the sudden dryness of
her mouth.
“If you must know, my laptop seems to have decided now would be a
good time for a nap, and I can’t get it to wake up.”
Not seeming to be put off by her tone, Trevor asked, “Have you
tried plugging it up?”
“It has a charger.” Tiffany shook her head at the man’s ignorance.
“Maybe it needs to be recharged. Every now and then, all of our
juices need recharging.
If it only happened once in a lifetime, think how boring it would
be.”
“It’s new,” Tiffany spoke through clenched teeth.
“Then it’s defective and you need another that won’t quit until
the job is complete.”
Trevor moved to stand beside her chair. “At any rate, do you have
your cord with you?”
Tiffany considered what Trevor was saying and believed it was
entirely possible he might have been right about the computer, but she
refused to ponder the underlying points he made.
Tiffany reached down in her case and produced the cable.
“May I?” Without awaiting a response, Trevor took the cord and
laptop, then walked over to the headwaiter’s stand.
Left with no other choice, Tiffany followed.
She watched as Trevor plugged the computer into the socket and the
equipment came to life.
A smug look crossed Trevor’s face.
“So it’s on. I’ve still lost my document since it wasn’t saved.”
Trevor turned back toward the mini tablet and began punching in a
series of commands. Moments later, he asked, “Is this what you were working
on?”
Tiffany stared at the screen in amazement. “How did you find it?”
“I guess it’s a gift I have with computers. What would you like to
call it?”
“Marsha Leigh.”
Trevor executed the command to name and save the document, then he
shut it down and unplugged it.
“You just saved me a lot of time in re-writes. Thanks.” Tiffany
took her laptop back from Trevor.
“No, problem. People usually pay me for my time.”
Tiffany could feel the change in the atmosphere, something that
happened too often when she was around Trevor.
“Will you take a check?”
“No. Dinner.”
“Dinner?” Tiffany tried to stifle the laugh that began to bubble
up. There was no way she could be seen out in public with him, especially since
recently she was becoming aware of how many people hired him for his talents.
“Yeah, it comes after lunch, but before a night cap invitation.”
Trevor smiled beguilingly.
The urge to trace his lips with her tongue overwhelmed her.