Page 4 of Gina's Fantasy

That was, after all, how he had treated her the few times they had crossed paths in public in the past. It had been especially hurtful when she had seen him with his roommate, a woman Gina was crazy jealous of even though she could never tell Flynn.

Or maybe she had by slipping her digital recorder into the pocket of his jacket when he had given her the good-bye hug she always demanded as he took his leave. She savored those hugs and their memories stayed with her long after the other reminders he had left on her body had faded.

Turning from the front window, she forced herself to walk into her office, sit at her desk, and try to work. She was behind on her work, but her thoughts stayed on Flynn. No matter what she tried, she could not focus on the story she was currently writing.

Finally, she gave up, closed that file, and opened a new, blank one. Sometimes it would help her creativity if she got all the extraneous thoughts out of her mind. Since Flynn now had her recorder, she would have to type them out of her head instead of talking them out.

An hour later, she closed the file without saving it. There was nothing in those pages that she wanted to keep.

Sadly, she had also come to no decision about what to do about Flynn either. Once again, she had placed all the power in his hands. All she could do was sit back and wait for his response.

“And that fucking sucks,” she muttered as she pushed from her chair and stalked into the kitchen.

At least she had gotten the words out of her brain, so maybe she could get back into the story. If she was going to catch up on her work, it was going to be a long night of writing, and she needed an infusion of caffeine.

Pulling a can of soda from the refrigerator, she returned to her office and forced herself to work. She knew she would not hear from Flynn anytime soon, if at all, so she might as well lose herself in a story that she could build a happy ending for, even if her own story did not.

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