I woke up in the middle of the night ( Read more... )

What had started as a minor roller blading accident with a few days off had turned into a full blown bed time for me ( Read more... )

I called Alan's voice mail at the office.

I had already spoken with Denny, who assured me that someone would fill in for me.

I left Alan a message, hoping it was coherent enough with the painkiller.

"Alan, it is Tara. I won't be in for a few days. I am afraid that I had a bit of an accident. I am fine, but I need a few days off. Denny knows

I arrived at the office the next morning, got my coffee, and sat at my desk slamming files around ( Read more... )

Yes. I have a date. Will wonders never cease ( Read more... )

When Alan came after me the other day, he said the single nicest thing to me that I ever heard from him.

"No one could possibly replace you, Tara. No one."He has such a way about him. I remember the discussion we had once about making the first move. I still get a shiver when I recall him leaning over me, his voice in my ear, telling me how he ( Read more... )

Alan and I had our verbal tiffs now and then, but we understood each other. And now, on the orders of Brad Chase via Denny Crane, I have been re-assigned from being Alan's assistant to being Denny's. To be honest, I would have preferred to hear it from Denny, instead of that smug Chase ( Read more... )

Repulsive ( Read more... )

I know...it seems unlikely that I would indulge in a bath with Alan. What was I thinking?

However, I can think of worse ways to spend an evening. Especially since my dates have been bland and disappointing lately.

Alan is many things, but never bland.

I rather dislike this sort of thing. Attempts to explain myself fall on largely deaf ears, anyway. However, I am fairly certain that once I pass the bar and do not have to wear this lovely uniform, people will be forced to pay attention.