A Little Variety

Saturday (Late) [cont'd].

The passion from our kiss must break the curse, though, and I instantly reel backward.

"I, um, sorry...I don't know," I start backpedaling.

"You don't have to be sorry," he says, his hand at his mouth, as if he can still feel the kiss.

I know that I can, and my legs feel all wobbly. He's still holding onto my arm, and his touch is making my skin tingle.

"So, what are you doing here?" he asks me.
I want to ask him the same question.
"I'm working. Well, I mean, I was. But now, I guess I am just drinking," I say holding up the drink in my hand. "What are...what are you doing here?"
He smiles, "Catching pretty girls from falling off their stools it seems."
I realize now how much I've missed him. When I don't see Matt, I know that I miss him too, but it's nothing like this.

My mind and my body miss him.

I can feel the thrumming sensation between my legs at the memory of us together, and that is all that I want in this particular moment.

I smile at him, and he continues, "I mean, I was, wasn't I?"
I nod. He makes me feel so different. Like, I'm special. That I mean something.

"Well, besides that, I'm working too."

I look at him with a confused look, "You are? What do you mean?" How have I not seen him at all?

"We did the set up for this event. I worked on the lighting."

I look down at his clothes. He is wearing the same suit as the guys I had seen before walking to the elevator carrying the lights. It's all clicking together. And boy, can I see that he cleans up well.

He already was handsome, but in the suit; it looks as if it were made for him. I can feel myself swooning.

"Oh, um, well...the lights, they look...awesome," I sound like an idiot.
But, he doesn't seem to notice. The way he is looking at me makes me feel like I am equally the most sophisticated and sexiest person he's ever laid eyes on. Even in the dim light, I can see his pupils dilate as he's looking at me, and he takes his bottom lip in his teeth.

He breathes deeply before speaking again. "Thanks. How was your work?" he seems genuinely interested.

"It was pretty good. I'm getting paid overtime, plus I get free drinks until midnight," I say, finally feeling a little in control of myself.

"Well, I guess my gesture doesn't mean as much," he jokes and laughs.

I giggle too, and it feels just like it used to.

"It meant a lot actually. So, are you heading home after this drink?" I ask, fully wanting to know the answer, and knowing I shouldn't.

"Depends," he says with a grin.

"On?" I am intrigued by this.

"Your plans after this."

I feel giddy and excited. I was hoping he'd be free and want to hang out with me. I realize how hypocritical this sounds, considering the last message that I sent to him was basically telling him that I was backing out of our so-called friendship and that I was fully focusing on my relationship with Matt. But, when I think about Matt and the photo he sent me, I think of the whole scenario that I've created in my brain where he is doing the exact same thing as me in this precise moment with some girl in a costume, and the culpability seems comparable.

"Well, I am very much enjoying this drink, and I have about 30 more minutes to have another one, so would you like to join me? Drinks on me," I flirt. "More on my boss, really, but we can pretend."

He lifts his glass up to clink it against mine and with his devilish smile says, "Sounds like a swell plan."

"What about after?" I ask, feeling desire pooling in my stomach.

He leans in and whispers in my ear; his breath tickling me and sending chills down my spine, "After, I'm going to make you come for me."

I practically do exactly that while sitting here at the bar, just from what he's just said, and am no longer sure that I want my next drink.

I look at him, and his eyes are as lustful as I feel.

He finishes his drink, and before he can order another, I place my hand on his arm. I gesture to the door, and he nods. He grabs my hand and helps me from the high stool.

"Just a second. I have to say goodbye to my boss. I'll meet you at the door."

He nods again, and I briskly walk towards my boss.

I reach him and thank him for the lovely evening.

"Please," he says sweetly. "I must thank you for all your help. Enjoy the rest of the evening with your boyfriend," he says signaling his head towards the door.

"Oh, he's not my—," but, I stop. One, not only does my boss not need to know my social situation, but I also kind of liked hearing that. "See you Monday!" is all I say as I leave.