Flirting with the Enemy

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>All is fair in love and promotions...</strong></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Until you flirt with the enemy.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Seth Taylor is a thorn in my side. I can't stand his cocky smirk know it all demeanor but most of all I can't stand those ridiculous bow ties he wears. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But the number one reason I hate him...</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>He's applying for my promotion.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Well it's not mine yet but he's certainly ruined my shoo-in chance.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>When we're told interviews will be held during a conference in Colorado I pray our hotel rooms are on different floors.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Of course things never go according to plan.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>A failed connecting flight a road trip and a blizzard force us to seek refuge at an isolated roadside motel in the mountains. When my only option is to share a room with Seth I'm expecting the bow tie wearing clean cut black rimmed glasses Seth. Not this guy standing in front of me wearing only gray sweatpants that hang dangerously low on his hips and a cocky grin. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Maybe it's the high altitude or perhaps it's Seth who's causing this lightheadedness. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Because when a game of twenty questions turns naughty it doesn't take long for the burning rage to turn into fiery passion.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>All I know the longer we stay here lines blur and feelings become real.</span></p><p><br></p>