Addicted To You
I felt sure it was going to be a bad hair day! In fact as far as my hair was concerned, it already was a bad hair day… but you know what I mean… once things start off like that, everything else seems to go wrong too!
Then I couldn`t decide what to wear. My favourite pink blouse had been ruined the other night with a huge curry stain I was having the Devils own job removing. I did have a similar one in white, but I always feel my bra shows through that one far too much. I get enough attention at the office without inviting any more with provocative clothes…. And besides, I like them to look at my face when they speak to me, not my chest!
I chose a comfortable black satin top… and then begun my daily hunt for my car keys. Why, oh why I cannot get into the routine of hanging them on the peg I do not know. But I come home, drop my bag somewhere near the door, sling my sunglasses on the kitchen top (if it`s been a sunny day of course) and just seem to throw my car keys down in a randomly different place every day. My mind is on that first (large) class of cold white wine you see – not on leaving for work the next morning!
So, what with all that, the traffic, the usual struggle to find a parking spot (because I am late… because it took me ages to find my keys… because of that (large) class of cold wine) – well lets just say that even Alex, who likes nothing better than to flirt with me, caught something in my eye and simply said “Morning Ann!”… Not a hint of a come-on or anything! My face must have looked like thunder! Ha ha.
I got to my desk and turned on the fan and my computer (in that order). It was a hot one today… or was it just that I was somewhat flustered by this point? The bloody air conditioning never works in this building anyway… hence more desk fans within sight than office workers, computers and telephones combined (OK, I exaggerated a little there! But you get the point.).
If anyone seemed to mind that I was late, they didn`t say so. I decided to do a furtive check to see if anyone was looking at me, without it being too obvious. I placed my handbag on my lap, and began to rummage through it the way us women do when we are suddenly looking for something life-savingly important. It`s a brilliant tactic that confuses 100% of men, and 50% of other women! No man – company director, solicitor, accountant, whatever, will try to interrupt a woman when she is doing this. I`ve seen a few smart arses try… “Lost something?” – a withering stare suddenly makes them develop a strong interest in their fingernails, computers or shoelaces! It is also a great thinking-space generator if you have suddenly been asked a difficult question!
Anyway, it was while I was doing this, discretely looking round to see if anyone was whispering about me being late in again, when I looked across to where Claire sits (God I hate that bitch!) – straight into his eyes!! They were dark, moist pools I could have lost myself in for days! He also had the most beautiful jet-black hair that I have ever seen…. And he was sitting next to Claire! The BITCH!
To make matters worse, he seemed to be hanging on her every word! But he had looked at me. And I could not take my eyes off him! He was gorgeous!
As I sat there, my handbag suddenly forgotten, it`s contents strewn out half across my lap, half across my desk, my computer still not logged on to, the fan un-noticed (as was the broken air conditioning) – he looked at me again. He stared. I stared back. My mouth went dry. And still he stared. I knew I had to tear myself away and go and get a glass of water.
And as I did so, I swear he made a move to get off the chair and follow…. But then, the bitch, Claire said something to him and he sat back down with what I know was a look of apology to me.
When I returned to my desk with a glass of cold water, he looked across at me again. I took a sip, and as he watched I nearly fell off my chair at his reaction… he licked his lips! I suddenly wanted to go over there and ask him if he wanted some water… But my stupid pride stopped me from approaching Claire (I hate that bitch – did I mention that?).
I called John across. “Who is THAT?” I asked.
John laughed. “His name is Max.”
“Why is he here?”
“It`s ‘bring a child to work day’.” He explained. “And before you say it, I know, I know. He`s not her son. But he is a LOT younger than her. And, well, you know how she is!”
“Yeah,” I thought. “Bitch!”. But then I looked across at him again, and now that I looked past those gorgeous dark eyes, looked at more than that beautiful jet-black hair – I could see he obviously was a lot younger than her.
After that I decided to try and concentrate on my work. But it wasn`t easy! I did keep glancing up, and sure enough sometimes he would look across at me – other times he was looking at HER, hanging on her every word!
The hours dragged. At lunchtime I heard her say to someone that her and Max were going to take a stroll. I want to go over and smack her one, I swear. She didn`t deserve him! And just as I was thinking how they don`t breed them like that very often, I realised… within a single morning, with never even having spoken to him…. I was addicted! It was scary!
I even began to get jealous! That VERY day! I heard some of the girls saying, “Oh isn`t he gorgeous”, and I just wanted to scream at them, “Hands off!”. Mad, eh?
Then it got worse. I decided I wanted one like that!!! So… I got on-line and looked at an agency! Honestly! I did! And you look at the photos, and you read about them, and you find this is wrong with this one, that is wrong with that one – and basically…. Well none of them were HIM!!!
I glanced up again, and he was looking at me again. He had a kind of grin on his face, and it was then that I also noticed he had absolutely perfect teeth too! This was getting worse. He sat there on the chair, next to Claire (bitch, bitch, bitch!). His back was straight, his gaze calm and confident as he looked at me as if saying, “Yeah, good looking, aren`t I?”
And yes, he bloody was!!
When it was time to go home I met it with mixed feelings. He wouldn`t be there tomorrow! That meant I wouldn`t see him sat next to HER! But it also meant I might never see him again… or get to even speak to him! I`m just a woman… and such things tear at you.
So that was when the real torment started!
I knew if I wanted to say a word to him, to be close to him, even for a moment, I would have to swallow all that pride, to ignore the fact I hate that bitch like no-one else on Earth…. And I would have to go over and speak to her! YUK!! Could I do that??
Well I decided I could! I was a grown woman. I could be mature (sometimes). But anyway, I wasn`t doing this to make friends with her… I was doing it to meet him. The fact that she was with him just happened to be very, very inconvenient!
But then it occurred to me… I really didn`t know the situation with them! Did he live with her? Or was he just a friend of a friend? Was it possible that I could…?? No, I didn`t dare hope for that. I would just have to speak to her and find out.
I saw as she shut her computer down and rose to leave, then I headed off to intercept her.
“MAX!” I called, somewhat embarrassed at shouting out his name when I had never been introduced. BUT… he stopped and looked round at me!!!!
Claire (bitch from HELL), stopped and looked at me questioningly. I approached them both, now unsure what I was going to say.
“Sorry Claire,” I said (NOT sorry at all of course!)… “I just wanted to meet Max…”
Claire smiled. “He`s beautiful isn`t he? I bought him 2 months ago. His dad was a Crufts winner!”
BITCH! I want one… But I`m not allowed dogs in the flat! I needed my (large) glass of white wine!