Page 24 of The Office Games

“What did they say?”

“That I was lucky they didn’t take my name because they’re ban and trespass me for life for lying.”

I hold back a laugh.

Ahead of us, a bright yellow sign features a stack of fluffy pancakes, waffle sticks, and perfectly layered hamburger.

Pam’s Pancakes.

“We should stop there for lunch,” James beats me to the punch, and I immediately move to the exit lane.

“What type of traditions does your family do for the holidays?” I ask. “Well, when you used to go home, that is.”

“Before my dad passed away, we had tons, but in the years since...” He pauses. "If we all manage to get to the same house, we play nice for half an hour before someone starts arguing and then everyone joins in. If we're lucky, three people will stay to eat dinner."

"That sounds terrible."

"It could be worse."

"How?"

"Someone has never gotten angry enough to burn down the house. That's a silver lining."

I guess…I park the car in front of the diner and James holds the door open for me.

As I walk past him, I glance at his sweatpants and notice his cockprint.

Oh my God…

“Welcome to Pam’s Diner!” A woman in a bright blue apron smiles at me. “We have a holiday breakfast special that you’re sure to love if you find our menu overwhelming.”

“Thank you,” I say, looking up at the large screen.

My eyes fixate on the jumbo sausages, wondering how James’s cock compares.

Cut it out, Taryn. Focus on the FOOD.

“Oh, now wait a minute!” She says. “You’re both standing under the mistletoe!”

“I’ll have the waffle and strawberry combo.” I refuse to address that subject. “Then I’ll have your burger special—no raw garlic or onion, to-go, please.”

“You’re our very first lunch couple.” She beams. “If you kiss, your meal would be free.”

“We’re fine paying full price.” I look at James. “Isn’t that right?”

He doesn’t answer me.

“Awww, so you’re shy about showing a little public affection with your boyfriend?”

“No, but as a fellow business person, I’m sure you’d prefer our money over a kiss.”

“I’ll go grab our camera!”

“No, really—” I nearly stumble forward trying to prevent her from leaving. “We don’t need…”

James looks at me with his eyebrow raised, but I can’t read his expression.

Seconds later, the woman returns with a camera that looks like its from the eighties.

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