Page 10 of To Feel Like This Again
Okay, I kind of lied earlier when I said her tits are the only thing she has going on. I just don’t want to fuck any colleague, I can’t emphasize that enough, so I have had to talk myself out of it.Big deal.
Do I give her a hug or not? From her glassy-eyed expression, I can see that she’s thinking the same thing. I take another sip and put my free hand in my pocket. Problem solved.
“Hey, Nick. No, I haven’t. How’re you doing?”
I’m doing the same as I was yesterday when you asked the very same question. Damn, she has a nice ass.
“I’m good, thanks for asking. I’m going to go do my rounds and catch up with you later,” I lie for no reason — I definitely have no plans to “catch up” with her.
As I take off to dodge the awkwardness, a waitress almost bumps into me. “Would you like to try?” she asks, casually shoving a tray with sushi in my face.Shit. I love sushi. My stomach growls. But I can’t unsettle my muscles. “No, thanks,” I tell her.
Okay, now I’m being just as ridiculous as the models who starve themselves before their bikini shoot.I almost give in. I’m about to grab a spicy tuna roll from the tray when I see Lisa entering the venue.
There she was… in an elegant pink halter dress.Beautiful.
From thirty metres away, I admire everything about her magnificent body.Enticing.
And when our eyes meet, she smiles in the distance.Gorgeous.
I later find out that the colour of her dress is fuchsia, not pink. But that’s beside the point.
As Lisa makes her way through the room, she cordially greets everyone with a firm handshake and exchanges pleasantries. Attached to her side is the one and only Andre Grant. Needless to say, the donut maven had waited in the parking lot for her to arrive, before making his grand entrance. Some things, like soft skills, just can’t be taught.
By my calculation, she has one more group to meet and greet before she reaches the open area… and is in the clear. And, based on her previous interactions, it will take around fifty seconds or so for her to get there. To burn time, I reach for my phone in the back pocket of my skinny jeans, unlock it and begin responding to unread messages on WhatsApp.
Glancing up after every message I send, I gauge how much time I have. After the fourth glance, I see her nodding to the coterie of ladies and although I’m not a lip reader, I’m certain without a hint of doubt, she is saying, “Nice to meet you ladies.” Time to make my move.
While sending my friend a WhatsApp message, I saunter at a calculated angle to meet her at around the middle of the open area or thereabout. After twenty-five to thirty steps, I look up from my phone. She is less than six meters away. Our eyes meet. Perfect timing.
“Hi Lisa, nice to see you.” I extend my right hand to greet her. Did she notice my biceps?
“Nice to see you as well, Nicholas.” She smiles while shaking my hand. Yup, her eyes drift to my biceps for a fleeting second. My sacrifice is definitely worth it.
“Good to see you, Andre,” I say in a firm tone.
“Good to see you, Nicholas.” We shake hands and I firmly pat him on his upper arm. Just my way of reminding him that I run things. After all, it’s an open secret that I will be the next regional head. That is, I will be his boss. And this makes him uneasy.
“Lisa, you have to try the sushi — it’s easily the best I’ve ever had. I should get a roll for you.” I turn around and scan the room, hopingnotto see anyone serving sushi. Perfect, no server in sight.
“You know what… let me go get the sushi and—" I set the bait for the ass kisser.
“No, it’s fine… I’ll get the sushi. Excuse me a moment please.” I watch as Andre bolts off to catch fish.
With her four-inch heels bringing her eyes perfectly in line with mine, I stare into them. “You look beautiful,” I tell her, taking a sip of water and giving her just enough time to process what I have just said. In that moment, I study her, and she studies me… we both know that her response will set the stage for what we will become.The ball is in her court.
“Thanks, you look very handsome.” Perfect.
“What’s your number?” I ask matter-of-factly, knowing Andre will be back any second now with the sushi.
“718 ...” She pauses, “Are you going to save the number in your phone?”
“No… just tell me, I’ll remember it. I don’t want people to wonder why I’m taking the number of the Global CEO when I’ve just met her.”
“718 587 9856.”
“Cool. Save your appetite for later. Hope you can manage spicy —”
Before I can finish, Andre reappears. “I selected three options for you,” he begins while handing a plate to Lisa. “Let’s see if it lives up to the hype.”
