National Fast Food Day
Disclaimer: Sadly they are not mine; if they were we'd always get a Babe ending.
"Ranger, please," I begged.
"Please what Babe?" he asked in a low sexy voice, his breath against my ear. He was standing so close I doubt there was any light between us.
"Please," I moaned.
"I don't know Babe. You'd have to give me something in return in order for me to do this," he whispered in my ear.
"Anything, please," I moaned.
"White girl, I swear the two of you are about to have sex right here in front of us," Lula squealed.
The mood was broken, I pulled away from Ranger. He looked down at me and said, "Okay Babe I know how much this means to you, give me your order and I'll have one of my men deliver it to you."
We all began talking at once. He whistled and everyone stopped. "Text your order to Lester, he'll enjoy this and bring something back for himself. However," he continued, "I better not see evidence of National Fast Food Day or McDonald's in my office when you arrive to spend the afternoon doing searches."
"What, searches? Why," I cried.
"Babe, I told you I require something in return. Would you like to repay my kindness another way?" I watched him glide out of the office as I furiously began texting our order to Lester. I should've known he'd find a way to get even. Maybe I can surprise him with a much better form of repayment plus I'd get some exercise to work off the Big Mac and supersize fries. This could be the start of a great day.