There was Daniel, in my flat. My brain was running at a million miles a minute and I kept getting distracted by thoughts like, “Oh crap is that a dirty bra on my kitchen floor?”
That’s when I realised that I wasn’t talking (so I made up for it by saying a bit too much.) “Sorry about the mess, it’s not usually like this. (lies) Can I get you anything? Coffee? I have some biscuits if you’re hungry, D’you want to sit down? I was about to make a sandwich, d’you want one too? Can I take your coat? Or are you just dropping by quickly?” (Why did I offer him a sandwich?)
As I was rambling like a nutter he slowly stepped towards me and my brain started to slow to a screeching halt till he was very close and I finally managed to say. “Why are you here?” He didn’t answer, he just kissed me again. This time it was a real kiss, like it was leading up to something. (Something that I knew I shouldn’t be doing but couldn’t bring myself to care.)
Everything was moving a bit fast, I could see where this was going (not that I objected to the idea) and as usual I started to get nervous and over think. I mean I work with him, also what if it was just a sex thing (and do I care if it’s just a sex thing?) not to mention the fact that he has a pretty unique and terrifying skill set. I pulled away gasping for air and backed away towards the bathroom needing time to gather my thoughts (and check if I had shaved my legs) I told him I’d be right back.
I got into the bathroom, splashed some water on my face and checked my legs (whew) then peeked out of the bathroom door (not brave enough to face him again yet.) That’s when I saw something.
Something really awful…
I saw him reach into his pocket and pull out a small card. Then he went into my bag and pulled out my purse putting the card into it. I realised what it was, it was my computer card, (the one that tells the computers at work who is using them and what clearance they have.) Then I thought back; he had been the one who suggested to Director Moore that I go home early, he had approached me on my way out and kissed me (he could have easily have lifted it off me there.)
But why? This was bad, I was frozen to the spot, afraid to breathe and most definitely afraid to move. There had to be an explanation…right?
Okay bed time I’ll tell you the rest tomorrow am still a bit upset about it anyway and would rather leave it till the wound is a bit less fresh.
Night.
