following me.
“That was...awkward. I’ve never seen him like that before,” I’m confused and I say this more to myself than Marco.
“Is he a nosy old man or just rude?” Marco asks cocking an eyebrow.
“Neither of those usually. But then I haven’t had a man here...,” and almost say since Santino but I stop myself. There’s been enough weirdness for one morning already. I catch the inquisitive look in his eyes wanting to know what I was going to say but he doesn’t push me.
Marco closes me in his arms and my hands hold his waist as his lips lightly touch mine. I don’t care that I know Mr. Jones is watching us, I shouldn’t feel like I have to hide in front of my own home, it’s not like we’re doing anything inappropriate. I have to fight the urge to turn around to face him and stick my tongue out at him, seems like the perfect thing to do.
“Have a great day, baby. Call you later?”
“You too, Mr. Bond. Talk to you then.” And he smiles deliciously at me. I forget all about weird Mr. Jones and his beady little eyes.
About 11:00 Carol walks in to my office and plops down in the chair in front of me. I’ve got to admit I appreciate the fact this is a busy office and we never get an opportunity to be bored although we all complain about working our asses off. This is probably why none of us feel guilty for stopping for a minute and taking a break to catch our breath.
“You’re killing me. How was last night?” Carol looks exasperated.
I giggle, “Or do you mean how was this morning?”
She sits on the edge of her seat, eyes bulging. “He stayed over?”
“Yeah, he wanted to watch me dress...,” which was so hot, a crimson blush spreads over my face and chest as I remember it. I decide not to tell her about dessert, some things are just for me.
“That is so hot!” My words exactly, Miss Thing.
“Yes, it was.” I feel the heat instantly spread all over my body and I don’t think it’s from embarrassment and we giggle like two school girls.
“So, when are you seeing him again? It seems like he’s got it bad for you, Elizabeth.”
That nagging little voice in the back of my head gets a little louder and I just tell her to shut up and go crawl back in to her hole. The common sense side tries to reason with me telling me, ‘You’re going to have to listen to her sooner or later.’ Why does she have to be so damn right all the time?
I sigh, “I don’t know, we’re not ‘seeing each other’ seeing each other, it’s just sex I guess.”
“Common Elizabeth, nobody would go through all the trouble of getting your number like that if they didn’t want to see you, like in a formal sense. You’re lying to yourself if you think that.” Why does she have to be so logical as well, I can’t argue with that.
“I know, and you’re probably right, but I can’t do that, be that with him, or anyone else. At least not right now.” Reality check is starting to close in on me and I push it back again, this time having to do it with both hands. Please just let me have a little more time to be happy, just a little more.
“Well, just know what’s happening between you two and be honest with yourself...and him, you both deserve it.” She stands to leave and smiles warmly at me. She’s a good friend, the kind that gently tells you the truth even though you don’t want to hear it.
“You’re right, Carol. If we keep seeing each other I need to figure this out,” I say and smile back at her in a way that says thank you letting her know that I appreciate her honesty even though I didn’t ask for it but it’s exactly what I need.
I get a text from Janie about 2:00.
Yoga tonight?
Sure, meet you there at 7:00
I haven’t spoken to here since we went out and she has no idea about Marco. I know she is going to shit!
The rest of the day goes by and I can hardly remember anything because I’m still on my Marco high.
“That was...awkward. I’ve never seen him like that before,” I’m confused and I say this more to myself than Marco.
“Is he a nosy old man or just rude?” Marco asks cocking an eyebrow.
“Neither of those usually. But then I haven’t had a man here...,” and almost say since Santino but I stop myself. There’s been enough weirdness for one morning already. I catch the inquisitive look in his eyes wanting to know what I was going to say but he doesn’t push me.
Marco closes me in his arms and my hands hold his waist as his lips lightly touch mine. I don’t care that I know Mr. Jones is watching us, I shouldn’t feel like I have to hide in front of my own home, it’s not like we’re doing anything inappropriate. I have to fight the urge to turn around to face him and stick my tongue out at him, seems like the perfect thing to do.
“Have a great day, baby. Call you later?”
“You too, Mr. Bond. Talk to you then.” And he smiles deliciously at me. I forget all about weird Mr. Jones and his beady little eyes.
About 11:00 Carol walks in to my office and plops down in the chair in front of me. I’ve got to admit I appreciate the fact this is a busy office and we never get an opportunity to be bored although we all complain about working our asses off. This is probably why none of us feel guilty for stopping for a minute and taking a break to catch our breath.
“You’re killing me. How was last night?” Carol looks exasperated.
I giggle, “Or do you mean how was this morning?”
She sits on the edge of her seat, eyes bulging. “He stayed over?”
“Yeah, he wanted to watch me dress...,” which was so hot, a crimson blush spreads over my face and chest as I remember it. I decide not to tell her about dessert, some things are just for me.
“That is so hot!” My words exactly, Miss Thing.
“Yes, it was.” I feel the heat instantly spread all over my body and I don’t think it’s from embarrassment and we giggle like two school girls.
“So, when are you seeing him again? It seems like he’s got it bad for you, Elizabeth.”
That nagging little voice in the back of my head gets a little louder and I just tell her to shut up and go crawl back in to her hole. The common sense side tries to reason with me telling me, ‘You’re going to have to listen to her sooner or later.’ Why does she have to be so damn right all the time?
I sigh, “I don’t know, we’re not ‘seeing each other’ seeing each other, it’s just sex I guess.”
“Common Elizabeth, nobody would go through all the trouble of getting your number like that if they didn’t want to see you, like in a formal sense. You’re lying to yourself if you think that.” Why does she have to be so logical as well, I can’t argue with that.
“I know, and you’re probably right, but I can’t do that, be that with him, or anyone else. At least not right now.” Reality check is starting to close in on me and I push it back again, this time having to do it with both hands. Please just let me have a little more time to be happy, just a little more.
“Well, just know what’s happening between you two and be honest with yourself...and him, you both deserve it.” She stands to leave and smiles warmly at me. She’s a good friend, the kind that gently tells you the truth even though you don’t want to hear it.
“You’re right, Carol. If we keep seeing each other I need to figure this out,” I say and smile back at her in a way that says thank you letting her know that I appreciate her honesty even though I didn’t ask for it but it’s exactly what I need.
I get a text from Janie about 2:00.
Yoga tonight?
Sure, meet you there at 7:00
I haven’t spoken to here since we went out and she has no idea about Marco. I know she is going to shit!
The rest of the day goes by and I can hardly remember anything because I’m still on my Marco high.
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