Find some way to amuse yourself...

You sit in one of your comfortable chairs for a while reading a book, which is one of the things that you understand normal people do when they have spare time. Unfortunately, you're not a normal person, so the only books you have around are on finance, and it's not that you don't love finance, but for some reason, it's not quite doing it for you. In your boredom, you glance at Jennifer's phone and momentarily think about taking a peek at it, but good judgment stops your hand. Instead, you pick up your own tablet and start perusing the internet. You read some blogs. You don't care about sports, but you check sports scores anyway. You start looking at some porn, but given your morning, you're not feeling all that into it.

You get up, walk to the kitchen and start making yourself a simple sandwich. Then you sit back down and eat it. You look around and listen to hear if Jennifer sounds awake. You consider going and joining her in bed, and then wonder whether she would mind. Then you hear a distinctive ring tone coming from Jennifer's phone. You look at it, and the call is coming from "Boss Bitch". Must be work, you figure. Pretty confident in your professional skills, you figure you might as well take a message for Jennifer. You pick up the phone and swipe to answer.

"Good afternoon, this is Jennifer's phone," you say in a smooth professional tone.

"What? Who the hell is this? Did Jennifer hire an assistant without asking me?" a stern female voice comes through on the other end.

"No, I'm actually a friend of Jennifer's. Jennifer sprained her ankle this morning running and I was helping her recuperate a little. She's just resting now," you say matter-of-factly.

"Oh... well... ok then. She should have called me, but I guess princesses do what they want, don't they. Look, tell her to get her scrawny ass down to the office as soon as she can walk on her own two feet. I've got an assignment for her," says the voice before abruptly hanging up.

Just then, you hear footfalls from your room, and Jennifer steps into the door frame in her naked glory. She smiles and rubs her eyes with the backs of her hands.

"Was that my boss?" she asks.

"Boss Bitch herself," you reply.

"Oh, hahaha, yeah, she's actually a really good boss, but she can be a lot to handle. What did she say?" asks Jennifer.

"Well, mostly she said to go into the office because she has an assignment for you," you reply.

"An assignment?! As in a reporting assignment? It would have to be. This is great! I've been clamoring for my own reporting assignment for almost a year now! Shit... ok, I've got to get there, but I can't go in dressed like this. I've got to get back to my apartment and change. In a hurry! Do you think you could call me a cab?" she asks hurriedly, limping around to put on her jogging clothes.

"Yeah, I'll call down to the doorman and ask him to flag one down for you," you reply. "Actually, do you want me to come with you? You're still limping around, and it might go faster if you have someone to lean on."

"What? You want to come with me? To work?" Jennifer says, pausing to give you a funny look.

"Ahhh... well... I mean... is that weird? I'm not really doing anything, and you're nice, and you seem like you could use a hand," you say wondering whether you've overreached.

"You know, honestly, it is a little weird, but who cares right? You're super sweet, and I really could use a little help. Are you sure?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah! Whatever you're doing is probably more interesting than what I have planned for the day," you say.

And so the two of you get ready to go. You call the door man, and then put on some jeans, a t-shirt and a casual button-down, and the two of you head out the door and into the elevator. Just like that, you're in a taxi on your way to Jennifer's apartment uptown.