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managed to squeeze in a chocolate sundae for dessert.
“ Utterly luscious,” she groaned as she sank back in her chair, patting her now very round stomach.
Suddenly, the elderly woman passed the girls' booth, presumably on her way to the toilet. “Prostitute,” she muttered, looking directly at Rachel's ample bosom.
“ That's it!” Liz shouted, slamming her spoon forcefully down on the the table. “I've had about enough of you and your attitude, granny! What is your malfunction with my friend?” she yelled at the elderly woman who was completely taken aback by Liz's sudden outburst.
“ Well, um, I think she should cover her chest,” granny stuttered.
“ She is covered. She couldn't be any more covered. How dare you abuse my friend, just because she has bigger and better tits than you? Get a life, grandma!”
The old woman scuttled back to her table, looking utterly crestfallen.
“ Wow!” Jen exclaimed. “I feel like applauding or giving you a standing ovation, Liz. Have you ever considered a career in acting?”
“ The old biddy deserved it,” Liz responded, “she's been hassling Rach all night and I'm tired of looking at her cranky face. I thought I should give her a reason to whinge, and now she has a good one.”
“ Thanks, Liz,” Rachel smiled at her friend. “It does annoy me sometimes when people stare and comment on my bust. But I've never met anyone who was actually offended by “the girls”.” She patted her chest gently and grinned at her friends.
Rachel laughed to herself, remembering that incident in the restaurant. It made her even more resolute to just upload a head shot on to her dating profile. Finally, all was complete, photo and profile were authorised and successfully uploaded on the website. She was now a fully- fledged member of Maybe Love.com. All she had to do now was sit back and wait for the man of her dreams to contact her. Let's hope it's just that simple, she thought, as she shut down her computer for the evening.
Chapter 10
Rachel was feeling cross-eyed from all the hours sitting in front of her computer screen. She'd spent most of the morning sorting out her team's holiday requests and trying to organise cover. She liked to do her best to give her staff the holidays they'd requested as she was a firm believer that a happy team lead to a more productive team. She was up to her eyeballs in paperwork and spreadsheets and felt she had earned a mini break. She decided to check her mobile to see if anyone had called or texted her in the last few hours. She'd put her phone on silent as she was tired of trying to avoid Brian's incessant calls.
She hadn't realised when she'd agreed that they should be friends that he would take it literally. She was only being polite. Yes, just as she had expected, a text from Brian. She didn't even bother reading it, let alone responding, and hit delete. She had another message from Maybe Love.com, letting her know that someone liked her profile. She smiled at her phone and looked forward to checking her account later, but for now, she had to get the holidays organised.
“ Anything interesting?” Bettina asked, as Rachel popped her mobile phone back into her desk. “Just checking my messages,” Rachel said shortly, mustering a fake smile.
Bettina Mortensen was supervisor of the Scandinavian team. She was very tall, about six feet, and had long, poker straight platinum blonde hair, which she claimed was natural whenever anybody asked her where she got her hair done, but which Rachel was convinced was a dye job.
Everyone in the office thought she was stunningly beautiful but Rachel thought she looked too technically perfect to be beautiful, and she was very aware of her looks, which Rachel found most unattractive. Of course, most of the men in the office drooled over her. Rachel had had several conversations about Bettina's very obvious attractiveness with Greg Smith, one of her colleagues, with whom
“ Utterly luscious,” she groaned as she sank back in her chair, patting her now very round stomach.
Suddenly, the elderly woman passed the girls' booth, presumably on her way to the toilet. “Prostitute,” she muttered, looking directly at Rachel's ample bosom.
“ That's it!” Liz shouted, slamming her spoon forcefully down on the the table. “I've had about enough of you and your attitude, granny! What is your malfunction with my friend?” she yelled at the elderly woman who was completely taken aback by Liz's sudden outburst.
“ Well, um, I think she should cover her chest,” granny stuttered.
“ She is covered. She couldn't be any more covered. How dare you abuse my friend, just because she has bigger and better tits than you? Get a life, grandma!”
The old woman scuttled back to her table, looking utterly crestfallen.
“ Wow!” Jen exclaimed. “I feel like applauding or giving you a standing ovation, Liz. Have you ever considered a career in acting?”
“ The old biddy deserved it,” Liz responded, “she's been hassling Rach all night and I'm tired of looking at her cranky face. I thought I should give her a reason to whinge, and now she has a good one.”
“ Thanks, Liz,” Rachel smiled at her friend. “It does annoy me sometimes when people stare and comment on my bust. But I've never met anyone who was actually offended by “the girls”.” She patted her chest gently and grinned at her friends.
Rachel laughed to herself, remembering that incident in the restaurant. It made her even more resolute to just upload a head shot on to her dating profile. Finally, all was complete, photo and profile were authorised and successfully uploaded on the website. She was now a fully- fledged member of Maybe Love.com. All she had to do now was sit back and wait for the man of her dreams to contact her. Let's hope it's just that simple, she thought, as she shut down her computer for the evening.
Chapter 10
Rachel was feeling cross-eyed from all the hours sitting in front of her computer screen. She'd spent most of the morning sorting out her team's holiday requests and trying to organise cover. She liked to do her best to give her staff the holidays they'd requested as she was a firm believer that a happy team lead to a more productive team. She was up to her eyeballs in paperwork and spreadsheets and felt she had earned a mini break. She decided to check her mobile to see if anyone had called or texted her in the last few hours. She'd put her phone on silent as she was tired of trying to avoid Brian's incessant calls.
She hadn't realised when she'd agreed that they should be friends that he would take it literally. She was only being polite. Yes, just as she had expected, a text from Brian. She didn't even bother reading it, let alone responding, and hit delete. She had another message from Maybe Love.com, letting her know that someone liked her profile. She smiled at her phone and looked forward to checking her account later, but for now, she had to get the holidays organised.
“ Anything interesting?” Bettina asked, as Rachel popped her mobile phone back into her desk. “Just checking my messages,” Rachel said shortly, mustering a fake smile.
Bettina Mortensen was supervisor of the Scandinavian team. She was very tall, about six feet, and had long, poker straight platinum blonde hair, which she claimed was natural whenever anybody asked her where she got her hair done, but which Rachel was convinced was a dye job.
Everyone in the office thought she was stunningly beautiful but Rachel thought she looked too technically perfect to be beautiful, and she was very aware of her looks, which Rachel found most unattractive. Of course, most of the men in the office drooled over her. Rachel had had several conversations about Bettina's very obvious attractiveness with Greg Smith, one of her colleagues, with whom
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