Eric Gets a Proposal

“OK, Eric,” Gemma said. “Sabrina and I have asked you here today because we have a proposition for you.”

Eric was clearly suspicious, and you couldn’t blame him.

Nothing else had happened yesterday, other than a whole lot of work, after the latest Joy incident. Bellagamba hadn’t come back into the conference room, but neither had Garrison. The three of you had decided to end up taking your usual lunch and getting back to work since you were on a deadline, and dinner had been order-in Chinese food.

Now it was lunchtime on Thursday and Gemma had summoned Eric to come eat lunch with you three in the conference room without Andy.

“Why do I feel like I’m being led into a trap?” Eric asked.

“It’s not a trap,” Sabrina said. “Seriously, it’s a good thing.”

“Then why are you two acting so weird?” Eric asked, then looked over at you. “Why are they acting so weird?”

“Just listen to them,” you sighed and gestured back to Gemma and Sabrina.

“How have your matches been going on the apps?” Gemma asked.

“I dunno, fine,” Eric said.

“Any more than usual after we helped you out?” Sabrina asked.

“Maybe a few, but they haven’t gone anywhere,” he said.

“OK, that’s fine,” Gemma said. “Actually, that’s probably good. How would you like to go on a blind date?”

“Um…” Eric said. “I dunno. I’ve never been on a blind date. Is she hot?”

“She’s pretty,” Gemma nodded. “And she dolls herself up like a princess when she’s meeting a guy for the first time.”

Eric narrowed his eyes. “So she wears a lot of makeup?”

“Oh my God,” Sabrina scoffed. “Please tell me you aren’t an ‘I like a natural look’ guy.”

“Well, what if I do?” Eric frowned.

“Eric, would you say Gemma or I are ‘natural look?’” Sabrina asked.

“I mean, other than eyeshadow…” Eric said.

Gemma sighed and shook her head. “That’s why, Eric,” she said. “You think we’re mostly makeup-less, and you’re just wrong. I’m wearing foundation, concealer, blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner, and lipgloss. I just apply it well and don’t cake it on.”

“Pretty much the same, except add fake lashes,” Sabrina said.

“I thought fake eyelashes give you big lashes though,’ Eric said.

“Yeah, they can,” Sabrina said. “But I’ve got thin natural lashes, so I get small fake ones to not look like I’m going out slutting it up for work.”

None of this was a surprise to you - you’d spent more than enough time with both of them to have seen them taking off their makeup at the end of the day, or putting it on in the morning. To be fair, your favourite version of them both was when they were naked-faced (and naked in general) and in bed after a long bout of sex, but you also appreciated both their day-to-day makeup and when they really went all out for a fancy date night. Well, maybe the ‘naked face’ being your favourite was more about the warm afterglow of sex, with their hair wild and plastered to the sweat on their foreheads and shoulders and not actually the makeup.

“Seriously, Eric,” Gemma continued. “There’s almost no modern woman who you would look at and think ‘Damn, she’s at least a seven’ and she isn’t wearing makeup.”

“Fine, fine,” he sighed. “I get it.”

“OK. So her name is Lucy, and she’s my roommate,” Gemma said. “She likes when a guy treats her sweetly and pays attention to her, but isn’t overbearing. You’ll meet her tonight at 7 PM at the Cat and Fiddle. It’s an upscale pub, the prices aren’t wild, but it’s nice enough to dress up for a little to impress each other. She’ll be wearing a blue and red dress, and you need to bring a yellow flower with you.”

“Why a yellow flower?” Eric asked.

“So she knows it’s you, and because bringing one flower is a sweet gesture without being too much,” Sabrina said.

“Do I really need to bring a flower?” he asked, looking over at you.

“He did it and got me,” Gemma said.

Eric sighed. “Fine, a yellow flower.”

“And her name is Lucy,” Sabrina repeated.

“I got it, I got it,” Eric said.

Eric still got an earful over the rest of lunch about all the things Gemma and Sabrina thought he needed to hear about how to have a successful first date. In the end, you surreptitiously took a couple of notes on your phone since you weren’t sure if you were meeting everything on their rambling list of expectations yourself.

After lunch, Eric went back to work and the three of you got back to the last push on organizing all of the files. You were close, and the finish line was in site to hit the deadline, but there was still a lot to do.

Garrison checked in at four, and you promised him it would be done and ready for him and his Associates in the morning. Gemma went and found Eric at five to make sure Eric remembered the pub name and time he was supposed to meet Lucy.

Then the floor emptied out, and it was just you three and four associates. Then two associates.

You ordered dinner, sushi this time to celebrate the work almost being done.

Then it was just you three in the office, and the light was dimming outside as the sun dipped below the nearby buildings but hadn’t set yet. It cast an orange glow across the glass windows of the building opposite.

The sushi was good but not great. The office was quiet. You had, at best guess, an hour left of work to do.

Sabrina dropped her chopsticks on the floor. “Oops,” she said, then disappeared behind the lip of the table.

“Well, I guess we’re not waiting,” Gemma said to you with a smirk.

“Guess not,” you said, and you felt Sabrina’s slender hand slink up from your knee to your crotch as a happy giggle filtered out from under the conference table.

Gemma grunted, and you looked over and saw Sabrina was sliding a hand up Gemma’s pantyhose-covered thigh as well, reaching under her business-appropriate skirt.

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