True romance is always an adventure...


"I'm sooo unsexy." Angelina Rossi's voice echoed off the walls of Multi-Med's boardroom, bringing all ongoing conversation to a sudden halt.
That was the last thing Trey Landers expected to hear when he'd hit the conference call button on the newfangled phone system he'd just had installed that week. When his secretary had said the call was urgent, he'd assumed it was from the group of investors his medical imaging company had been courting. The men had gotten stuck in traffic just outside of the Fort Pitt tunnel on their way in from the Pittsburgh airport, delaying their scheduled lunch meeting.

Her response was a long, drawn out sigh, followed by, "What am I going to do? I can't even get my gynecologist to check out the merchandise."

Muttering a curse, he scrambled for phone. Snatching up the receiver, Trey brought it to his ear, naturally expecting the speaker phone to switch over to the handset.
It didn't.  It had all the bells and whistles he could ever want, according to the sales rep from the phone company. That might be good if he knew how to work the damn thing.
Trey jabbed at buttons, trying to get the speaker to shut off, but all he succeeded in doing was turning up the volume.
"What's wrong with me, Trey? Okay, so he was called away to deliver a baby, but that's not the point."

He lunged halfway across the desk to muffle the speaker, grateful the investors hadn't yet arrived. The men already there were both his business associates and friends.

"Angel, this isn't a good time."

"Tell me about it." Her sigh seeped out from under his splayed hand. "What does a girl have to do to get her boyfriend to make love to her? It's not so much even the getting part. It's my not wanting to."

Trey turned his head to find a half dozen stunned faces, mouths agape, staring at him from across the room.
"It's not me," he mouthed in his own defense as heat surged up his neck.

"I'm going to become a virgin again if this dry spell keeps up, Trey. I just know it."

He straightened and tugged at the tie Angel had given him the Christmas before. The same one that seemed to be choking him right now.  "Angel..."

"You've got to help me," she pleaded.

Not the Angelina Rossi perfected pout, he thought with a frown. That always got to him. Sweat beaded up on Trey's already tensed brow.  "This really isn't a good time, Angel. I'm in the middle of a meeting right now."
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