[MF] An Office Affair – Part I

I’m late. Again. I close my laptop, grab my coffee and head down the hallway. Along the way, I pull out my phone to awkwardly check the time. My laptop, ever vigilant, sees an opportunity to hurl itself at the hard floor and ruin my day even more. Again. Shit. My left hand shoots out to grab it from behind just as it begins its fatal dive. I grab it, but in doing so end up dumping my coffee onto my pants. Shit shit. I put my laptop down on a table and grab some paper towels to try and mop up the coffee. As I do, one of the engineers on my team walks by in the opposite direction and giggles “does widdle poopy need a diaper change?”

Fuck you, I think. Again. I am a klutz, always have been and always will be. It’s who I am and what I am. I’m used to it by now, but I know other people find it annoying if not maddening. My wife long ago lost any patience with me and just rolls her eyes and turns away. She calls me her “retarded husband” to her friends. Fuck them.

I cruise into my meeting and head for the only open chair. Everyone has an annoyed look on their faces. Again. But you don’t. You actually shoot me a sweet smile and shrug. I stop for a minute and savor that moment. I feel that tingly feeling running up my spine. Hello, tingles! It’s been a long time. Since you started working on my team, the tingles have made a return after how long? Years? Longer? Hard to remember.

You have a warmth in your manner that is almost irresistible. Sometimes I’ll pop into your office to ask you a question, but really I just want to see that smile and inhale your fragrance. On top of that, you’re one of the most incredibly gifted designers I’ve ever met. Simply amazing. You’ve breathed new life into a project that had begun to stagnate, sharing your energy with the entire team.

Your recent presentation to the board was delicious. Skeptical old bastards, hard-headed and incurious, trying to look like they totally understood your sweeping plan. Fuck them. When you finished, there was a brief lull and some paper shuffling. You asked if they had any questions. More shuffling.

Finally, the Chairman turns to me and says “Well, Dr. Aaler, what do you think?” What do I think? How do I find the words? Brilliant, insightful, elegant yet concise. Hmmm….

Finally I say “I support this plan 1000 percent. I’ve never been more excited about the future of this company than I am now. I expect the board to approve full funding for this project. Full. Funding.”

I realize that I am not just smiling, I’m grinning. This is a moment to be savored. You and I leave the room while they talk it over, but really the decision has been made already. They just like to go through their little theater of pretending-we-know-what-the-hell-this-is.

As we walk down the hallway, you exhale loudly, like you’ve been holding your breath for hours.

“That went well, don’t you think?” you ask me.

“Better than well” I say. I look at you and smile that silly smile, taking in the soft lines of your face, the play of light on your hair, the sparkle of light reflected in your eyes. Your eyes. I can’t stop looking at them. They are magnetic, drawing my consciousness towards you. I want to reach out had caress your face. I want so badly to reach out and caress your face, your hair, your lips, everything. My tingles are so intense that I feel like I’m starting to float above the floor. Your lips part slightly as if to receive a kiss. So close to me, so close. I lean towards you ever so slightly….

Desire pulses through me in delicious waves, lifting me up, consuming me. I want you so badly right now, like I’ve never wanted anyone. Ever. I want you. You.

At that moment, your phone buzzes and you fumble to extract it from your briefcase.

“Sorry” you say, “it’s my husband.”

As I look at you, I see that your cheeks are flushed as you turn away and take a step towards the window.

Poof! Tingles gone. Desires, dreams, hopes swirl in my head. What now? Yes, what the fuck now? I feel like some kind of powerful energy beam has passed through me and changed every single molecule, every atom. But then the beam fades and I suddenly feel like I can barely fight simple gravity, barely stand up.

You finish your call and turn back towards me. You reach out and take my hand and hold it tight.

“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me” you say. “I don’t really know how to explain it, but right now I feel such an intense connection to you. I can’t put in words, but I feel it. I just do.”

We pause for a moment and I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop when you look me in the eyes and say

“I told my husband I was working late tonight and not to wait up.”

“Maybe we can grab a bite to eat,” I say “just to celebrate.”

“Yes!” you say, “Yes! Yes!”

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To be continued……

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