Natalio’s name was selected in my phone book and my thumb hovered over the call button. Nervousness washed me. But I needed that job, so I needed to get my act together, put my lust aside and focus on what’s important. Taking a deep breath, I pressed the call button. His phone rang out and went to his voicemail that simply said “Leave a message.” I did no such thing. I hated voicemails. Frowning at my Blackberry, I decided to try again. He answered on the third ring in the briefest of tones, “Speak.” “Natalio?” “Natalio it is. Get to it.” Sheesh. Was he always this grumpy? “Um, it’s Sadie…” Need I say more? He’d know exactly why I was calling, right? “Sadie,” he said in a much softer tone. “I thought you’d changed your mind.” “No, I didn’t. When we last spoke, it was the starting of a weekend. I presumed a more appropriate time to call about this would be on a weekday day.
