Fill Me Up Buttercup

Gen went out on her terrace to water her plants. Between plants, she sexted Matt and Duncan. Both dates had gone very well, and even though she did not want anything serious with either of them, she did want to keep flirting and having sex.

Fill me up Buttercup, she texted, the song coming into her head out of nowhere in response to Duncan.

Excuse me?

Gen looked down at her phone and saw she had not texted Duncan; she had texted her colleague Kent.

What don’t you want to fill me up? She smiled at her phone, watching the dots populate her screen, sticking out her tongue. They got along well, and she could not resist teasing him.

Are you serious?

Nah, just fucking with you. I meant to text that to someone else.

Phew! Then someone else can work on filling you up!

:P. I just read your text. Thanks for your help. You should not be working on the weekend anyway, that is how you got that wrong text!

Mental note: Never help a co-worker out?

:P, thank you so much. You are the best — I owe you.

Her laptop had been out of commission, and she had filled out the form for a ticket, but Kent had fixed it for her. He was cool like that; he always helped her when she needed it. And because she worked a lot on the weekends, she and he started to chat about other things and became friends outside of the office.

But they never flirted. She was happy that she had managed to blow off her sext. She could have said more to Duncan and been more specific, which she was glad she had not been! But she was really happy Kent had helped her. Now, however, she did not feel like working at all.

So Buttercup, what are you doing now?

:P

Do you feel like going to Slim’s. You can pay up for my hard work there?

Why not, after all of this? I do not feel like working on such a sunny afternoon.

Gen did not need to do much to go out. Her hair was already twisted up, she had on a camisole with jeans, and she threw a sweater on, not bothering to take off her house slippers.

Kent had moved into her neighborhood — she had told him there was a vacancy nearby, and Slim’s was not far from either of them.

When she got there, Kent was sitting typing on his phone. He looked up when she got there and then down at her slippers.

“You did not have to get all dressed up for me,” he grinned and took his sunglasses off.

“I didn’t!” she said. “What are we drinking?”

“I ordered us both the craft beer we like, and you are not paying, so put your wallet away.”

Gen smiled at him.

“But I owe you…”

“Another time, Buttercup.”

“You are never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Not any time soon,” he grinned as the beers were placed on the table.

Right then, she saw Duncan walk by, and she spit out her mouthful of beer. It was clear he had seen her and was pretending he had not. Gen wiped Kent’s bicep with a Slim’s napkin and acted like she did not see him either.

Two could play that game.

This is the tenth story in a series. You can read the first story here and the last story here.