Page 56 of Just for Fun
And finally, the cherry on top. Kyle drove me to work and walked me inside the building. The gossip mill has never been as active as today.
Now, it is five minutes to five, and my leg is bouncing under my desk as I wonder whether Kyle will actually show up on time, or not show up at all.
“Knock, knock!” Mitzi, the gossiper in chief is way too cheery. “Honey, your boyfriend is here to pick you up.” Her eyes are literally glowing when she speaks. “We had a pool going, and I won. Again!” She claps her hands gleefully. “You are my little goldmine!”
I get an instant headache. “What kind of a pool?”
“Well, we have a couple of pools going at the same time,” Mitzi informs me. “But you are at the center of our attention. You are actually part of a couple of other ones, and you lost me some money.”
I stare at her, unsure of how to react. I had no idea that all this was happening around me at the office. Everyone’s always been very nice to me, albeit polite, but I always appreciated them giving me my space. However, it looks like that was just a front. They were all talking about me behind my back.
“Mitzi, I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything, honey.” She pats me on the shoulder. “I’m just happy that this boy is as predictable as I was hoping. So, wrap it up in here and go, because he’s waiting for you.”
I turn away from her and stare at my computer, not ready for the day to end despite the fact that only minutes ago, I couldn’t wait to get out of here. Knowing that Kyle is out there, most likely surrounded by my nosy coworkers, makes me want to findan alternate route to get out of the building. The fire escape doesn’t sound so bad right now.
Knowing that I don’t have a choice, I close everything on my computer and lock it, then grab my bag and stand up. I sigh and brace myself for the worst.
When I walk out to the lobby, everything is as I had expected. Just about everyone in my office is here, smiling while listening to Kyle, who is talking up a storm.
He looks different from before. He’s wearing a pair of dark washed jeans with a pressed shirt, and his hair is smoothed back, not a strand out of place. To be honest, that’s a bit disappointing. I think I like him better with his hair messy.
But, my favorite part… He is wearing glasses again. They make him look like the hottest nerd I’ve ever seen in my life. It speaks to my heart.
“There’s my girl!”
His eyes light up as soon as he notices me. Meanwhile, I just want to die on the spot because I can’t look away. I am completely taken with everything that is him. There is no way I’ll be able to show my face in here tomorrow. Like I didn’t have enough problems, now I have to search for a job as well.
I can’t move or speak. The only part of me that still works would be my eyes. They widen more with each step that Kyle takes as he comes to me. He puts his hands on each side of my face and pulls me in for a kiss.
The instant his lips touch mine, I am a goner. My mouth opens, eager to receive his tongue as he dips it in once, then for a second time, my lips following him when it looks like he wants to pull back.
“I hope you had an amazing day, baby,” he whispers, a mischievous glint in his eye.
“What are you doing?”
I’m not even sure whether the words came out because I can’t hear my own voice over the loud noise in my head.
“I’m picking you up. As promised.” Apparently, he can read lips.
He grabs my hand and pulls me with him as he walks toward the exit. When he is in front of Mitzi, he winks at her, and I swear she’s having heart palpitations.
“Have a good night, everyone,” he calls out. “Don’t call, we’ll be busy.”
The implication in his words about stop my heart from beating in my chest. I don’t look back because I am mortified by what’s happening to me in such a public setting. So, I follow Kyle to his truck, then wait patiently as he opens the door for me. With the gentlest touch, he helps me up.
Just as I am about to sit, his hand skims over my buttock, and I jerk forward, on instinct. When I drop in the seat, his hand is right there.
“Easy there,” he chuckles.
He pulls his hand out, and I swear he does it ever so slowly, to the point where a small whimper escapes my mouth.
With a much quicker squeeze, he finally frees his hand from under me, then slams the door closed. I remain in my seat, scared to even breathe, and mostly scared that none of this is real.
“I was thinking we could go out to eat,” he tells me when he’s in the driver’s seat.
“I…” My mouth open and closes, words refusing to form. “I don’t go out on week nights.”
