Jenny Lopez Saves Christmas: An I Heart Short Story. Lindsey Kelk

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      ‘Oh God,’ I whispered. ‘He’s gay.’

      ‘Let’s go find out,’ she said, her eyes bright with the kind of courage that only came to married women who had nothing to lose. I had forgotten how much she liked to play wingman, and apparently I’d also lost my balls. Suddenly, I was petrified.

      ‘Hi, wow, those are some nice pieces.’

      Erin propped herself up on the glass counter beside the man. I peeped over her shoulder sheepishly, fully aware that while he might not be able to see my face, he could definitely see my hair. Today was the day it had decided to be huge, and today was the day I had decided I didn’t care enough to do anything about it. So of course this was happening.

      ‘Who are you buying for?’

      It was brazen. It was brilliant. It was straight out of the Jenny Lopez playbook.

      Or at least it used to be. I couldn’t remember the last time I had hit on a guy. I could barely remember the last time I’d had sex, and in all honesty, I kind of wished I could forget it anyway. It had not been good.

      ‘Um, my assistant,’ the man replied, waving his hand over the counter. No wedding ring. Score. ‘But I’m not sure which one he would like the best.’

      Erin considered the four almost identical black leather wallets on the counter.

      ‘Straight or gay?’ she asked.

      ‘Wha … ahh … I’m straight?’ the man said, tiny spots of red flushing in his cheeks. Oh, le swoon.

      ‘Not you!’ Erin gave a tiny laugh that would have put Tinkerbell to shame and rested her hand on the man’s forearm. ‘Your assistant.’

      ‘Oh, sure, of course.’ His stammer only made him cuter, I thought, as he pushed his hand through his expensive haircut. Blond, tall, tan in the middle of winter and shopping at Barneys. Just how I liked ’em. ‘He’s gay.’

      ‘You know what, I am really bad at choosing gifts for other people,’ Erin said, stepping back and pushing me in front of our new friend. ‘But Jenny has the best taste. She used to be a stylist, actually. I bet she could pick the right one.’

      Oh, she was so good.

      ‘Hi,’ I said, trying to comb my hair down and shake his hand at the same time. ‘I’m Jenny.’

      ‘Joe,’ the man replied. ‘Joseph. Although no one calls me Joseph any more.’

      ‘Would you like me to?’ I asked, wishing I’d had time to put on lip gloss. ‘Make you feel all important?’

      He blushed again and I felt Erin pat me on the ass before sneaking away to look at the Philip Lim bags.

      ‘So, we want a wallet for your assistant,’ I said, looking over the shop assistant’s selection. They were all pretty nice − Fendi, Saint Laurent, Dries Van Noten. ‘Can I ask a sensitive question?’

      Joe smiled. ‘Please do.’

      ‘When you say he’s gay,’ I asked, ‘how gay are we talking?’

      ‘We work in a pretty conservative law firm,’ he replied. ‘And everyone knows.’

      ‘Great, he’s out and proud, that makes this easy.’ I pointed towards the black studded Saint Laurent billfold. ‘That’s the one.’

      ‘You’re sure?’ he said. ‘You don’t think the one with the chain?’

      ‘You want him to know you appreciate him and totally support who he is, right?’ I said, nodding to the assistant to fetch a new, boxed-up wallet. ‘You don’t want to suggest he come into the office in a leather gimp suit and spank you.’

      Joe’s eyes widened for a moment.

      ‘Unless you do?’ I stopped breathing, my heart pounding and sinking at the same time.

      ‘Oh, no-no-no!’ He waved his hands at me so fast they were just a blur. ‘I mean, at least not in the office anyway. I’m a partner, it’s frowned upon.’

      ‘Shows what I know,’ I said, exhaling loudly. ‘I thought that was the kind of thing that would get you boosted up to senior partner.’

      ‘Maybe that’s where I’ve been going wrong.’ His big green eyes sparkled. But then everything sparkled under the lights in Barneys. ‘Any more career advice?’

      ‘Hmm.’ I looked away for a moment and then looked back. Got him. ‘Usually it’s a two-drink minimum.’

      I could feel myself bubbling up. I remembered this! This was flirting! It was fun!

      ‘That sounds fair,’ he said, handing a black Amex to the assistant and a white business card to me. I kind of wished it was the other way around, but hey, baby steps. ‘This is me, but maybe I should take your number? In case I have any urgent questions?’

      ‘Okay, but only if they’re super urgent,’ I said, my hand shaking a little as I dived into my purse for a business card. ‘It was nice to meet you.’

      ‘Likewise.’ He tucked my card into his wallet and showed off his pricey orthodontic work. I was a sucker for a killer smile. ‘I’ll speak to you soon, Miss Lopez.’

      Without another word, I smiled, shrugged and turned to walk away. It would not be cool for him to see how ridiculously excited I was.

      My very first Christmas miracle.

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