By the time he got to the resort, Doug was full of plans for their future in the past. But he hadn't yet settled on how to confront Kelly. He suspected she somehow knew it wasn't a dream, but without knowing for sure he concluded it was best to let her address the matter. With that settled, Doug busied himself with his office duties until she arrived just before the restaurant opened for lunch. Though he did his best to concentrate on work, the memory of Kelly's beautiful body and the brief welcome she had given him last night made for a constant presence alone with him in the office.
Kelly was at her post just inside the dining room when Doug went out for the walkthrough. She gave him a cordial smile and was all business as they prepared for opening. Just before the doors were to open, he finally gave in and broke the ice. "I'm planning on another trip tonight," he said.
"Where?" Kelly asked innocently.
"To the jukebox."
Kelly looked at him in shock. "No! Oh my God..." She crossed one leg behind the other as if to hide something.
"Don't tell me you didn't know it was real," Doug said.
"You guys on an acid trip last night or something?" Mr. Sanborn demanded, appearing out of nowhere in the kitchen doorway. Doug turned around and opened his mouth to reply, but Mr. Sanborn beat him to the punch. "I don't know what the fuck you guys are talking about, but it sounds totally inappropriate for our dining room, okay? Keep it in private."
"It's not --" Doug began.
"I don't want to hear it, Doug. And Kelly, if you're going to mess around, you should stick to an old hand like me. Let me know if you're interested, I'll show you a lot more than a prep like Doug could."
"You bastard!" Kelly snapped.
"Any more of that and you're fired," Mr. Sanborn said with a sugary smile. "Doug, I want you to put that comment on her file, got that?"
"Yes sir." But of course Doug had no intention of doing any such thing. He hoped for the chance to tell Kelly as much, but she turned defiantly and opened the dining room door to the first waiting customers before Mr. Sanborn disappeared back into the kitchen. Doug had no choice but to retreat to his office.
Kelly banged into his office without knocking three hours later. "You didn't really write me up, did you?" she demanded.
"How could you even ask me that?!" Doug replied. He realized an instant too late that her attitude deserved "yes" for an answer, but lying never came naturally to Doug.
"That doesn't answer my question," Kelly said, near tears of rage. "That man is a pig, and he deserved what I said! You know that!"
"Haven't denied that, have I?" Doug reminded her.
Kelly took a deep breath. "You also haven't answered my question."
"And I won't," Doug said. "You ought to know the answer. Or else what kind of bastard do you think
I
am?"
"The kind I made a fool of myself for last night," Kelly whined, flopping down now in the chair before his desk. "Doug, I'm so embarrassed about that, now that I know it really happened. I'm not that kind of woman."
"What kind? The kind who would date a working class kid like me?"
"No!" Kelly replied a bit too vehemently, and Doug could read the truth all too well between the lines. She continued, "the kind who..." she looked behind her to be sure his office door was closed. "...goes around naked outside with a platonic male friend! I take my body seriously and I don't act like a sex object! Usually."
"Did I treat you like a sex object?" Doug asked.
"No," Kelly admitted. "And thank you. But still, Doug, you're not really my type. You're just not. You're the goofy cousin who can make me laugh type, not the one I'm going to fall in love with and
definitely
not the type I'm going to just fool around with, if I were ever going to do that."
"I'd noticed," Doug said.
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
"It's supposed to mean every time things start feeling like we're really close, you always have to say something nasty just to remind me that we're just buddies, and not even really very close buddies. I can't exactly not notice that."
"Then we're clear," Kelly announced, standing up.
"Not entirely," Doug admitted. "Let's face it, last night you did let your guard down for once and it was really sweet. The way you hugged me in the water was...I don't know,
delicious
. And remember, I didn't even know you were naked until you did that."
"Maybe I was just testing you," Kelly said. "Just seeing if you were a typical guy who turns into a drooling idiot every time he sees a vagina."
"There you go again with the nasty comments." Doug forced his voice to sound calm.
Kelly took a deep breath. "Look, we went too far. Don't expect me to let that happen again."
"I already didn't," Doug reassured her. "So do you want to visit the jukebox again tonight?"