Pink Bunnies, Big Hair and Tainted Love

I was working in my corner office on rainy Monday. Well, I wasn't 
really working. I was running on my treadmill trying to clear my mind. 
I had my headphones on listening to the Bangles "Manic Monday" when the 
phone rang. I have this neat feature in my office where a light flashes 
on my desk when my phone rings; it's mainly for when I'm on my 
treadmill. I climbed off my machine, accidentally pulling the 
headphones from their jack causing "Manic Monday" to go blaring through 
my office. I quickly turned the volume down and reached for the phone.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Miss Jackie, your three o'clock is here," came the voice of my 
assistant, Maria.

"Lead them to the conference room," I told her, "I'll meet them there." 
I hung up the phone and checked myself in the mirror. My blonde hair 
was up in a high ponytail on the side of my head and my bangs were 
about an inch and a half curled above my head sprayed with so much 
hairspray that they didn't even move while I was running on my 
treadmill. I quickly slipped a white shirt over my gray sports bra. As 
I was buttoning it, there was a knock on my door and slowly it opened. 
In walked the love of my life. He was tall, dark and handsome to say 
the least. To top it off he had this deep bedroom voice that drove me 
nutty. When the door opened, I jumped from the pure shock of it all and 
then I realized who it was. "Kevin, don't do that to me." Kevin 
Richardson, clad in deep blue jeans and a black turtleneck shirt, 
walked in and swept me into his arms. After spinning me around and 
kissing me deeply, he pulled back and looked at me.

"Girl, didn't you ever outgrow the eighties?" he asked just as my CD 
player started playing "Tainted Love." He laughed as the song played 
and whispered in my ear, "I love this song." The thunderstorm outside 
let out a lion-like roar and Kevin pulled me close to his chest. I 
pulled away from him quickly and stepped into a pair of LA Gear 
sneakers. Kevin once again looked me over from head to toe. Aside from 
the white button-down shirt, I was in gray stretch pants with yellow 
and blue puffy socks. He just smiled. Then he noticed the slippers in 
the corner. "Pink fuzzy tailed bunny slippers?" he asked me.

"Yeah," I replied. It's part of my new line of sleep clothes. I have 
pink bunnies, sheepies, and bears. The slippers match the pajamas."

"Mm hum," he hummed. "And you expect us to wear them?"

I grinned. "Only for the ad campaign, mainly print ad, but I'm thinking 
of a commercial too."

"And what do we get out of it?" he asked while planting his lips to 
mine.

I pulled away briefly and looked up at the ceiling. "Hm. Maybe tour 
sponsorship. Free night clothes."

He winked at me. "Come on baby, you know we don't wear anything to bed 
anyway." I giggled. "Now, let's not keep the guys waiting. They've been 
dying to meet my big haired, stuck in the eighties girlfriend." I 
grinned again and took his arm. I was just about to head out when I 
realized my CD player was still on. I stopped it just as it was going 
into "Do You Really Want To Hurt Me."

Kevin and I walked the short distance to the conference room only to 
hear "The Chicken Dance" coming from the very same room. I rolled my 
eyes, realizing that one of my interns had gotten to rest of the group 
before me. When I opened the door, I found Intern Stan dressed in a 
pink bunny suit leading the remaining Backstreet Boys in the Chicken 
Dance. I thought I was going to die of laughter and so did Maria, my 
assistant. "What brought this on?" I asked her, while laughing.

She shook her head for a moment, trying to stop laughing, and then 
said, "I have no idea. One minute, Stanley was parading around the 
office in his pink bunny suit and the next thing I know he's got the 
Backstreet Boys doing the Chicken Dance and the design staff is 
recording it for posterity." I glanced in the conference room again and 
there was my design team, video recorders and cameras in hand getting 
the whole thing on film, and Brian, Nick, Howie and AJ didn't even 
notice, or they didn't really care. Kevin however was in utter shock 
and disbelief, initially, but he overcame it rather quickly and joined 
in the hysteria. He wouldn't stoop to the level of his friends and join 
in though. Instead he wrapped his arm around my waist and waited until 
the song stopped to walk into the room, applauding.

"Hey guys, I think we should add that to our tour, what do ya think?" 
The rest of the guys slumped into chairs and stared at him.

"You saw that?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, who do you think was laughing at you idiots?" Nick blushed deep 
crimson. "What possessed you to do that?" Kevin inquired.

"Just a craving I guess," Brian told his cousin. "Stan here came in 
with it and asked if we knew it and of course we did so we decided to 
perform it for the design team."

I shook my head. "And they got it all on film, which I hope they plan 
on keeping here in the office and nowhere else." The team nodded at me 
knowing how secretive I was about the Backstreet Boys, being I was the 
girlfriend of the eldest. Kevin took a seat near me while the rest of 
the guys lounged in their chairs. "Alright, let's get down to 
business." I asked the team to show the Boys the designs for the 
pajamas and the ideas for the ad campaign. I heaved a sigh of relief 
when they all thought it was a good idea and accepted my offer of 
sponsoring their next tour.