Unintentional Heart's Desire

Inescapable reality.

It had been a week, he hadn't fired her.
Nor did it seem like he even remembered her.

He hardly ever looked in her direction, and when he did, it was because he was looking at someone behind her. She wasn't exactly expecting him to jump for joy at her presence but acting like he didn't know her left a bad taste in her mouth.

Sure it was much better to not have him remember her, especially if her job depended on it, but did
their night of passion mean that little to him?

She initially was ok with it, it didn't matter, he was appalling anyway, but lately she wasn't sure if she preferred it anymore.

The reason was simple.

Ever since the evening they'd spent together, there hadn't been an hour that passed that she hadn't thought of him.

Every inch of his god-like physique, the way his voice sounded against her skin as she was melting at the warmth of his proximity, and the way he felt inside of her.

It felt like he was perfectly molded to fit her.
It was as if his creator had her in mind.

She could remember the taste of his lips, it felt like ice cream on a hot spring day. He reminded her of the clouds and the stars, all the things that were magnificent to her.

He was magnificent.
Or at least his lovemaking was. It was the only reason she could explain all that she'd been feeling concerning him.

Despite the fact that he'd been incredibly rude to her, she just couldn't get him out of her mind, she didn't understand why but she hated it, she hated him. Or at least she thought she did.

But how could she not?

He was the epitome of the type of men she detested.
He was what was wrong with the men in that generation, the perfect representation of toxic masculinity. If the term had a face it would look like him.

"So how many followers do you have now? Tina's kids are always telling me about you. They want to know how you managed to get where you are."
The conversation that was happening in her proximity barely succeeded in getting her out of her daze.

It wasn't like they were talking to her anyways, they rarely ever did.

She took a bite of the risotto that still filled the entirety of the plate that was set a little further from her person, and then she went right back to her favorite place to be; her mind.

Jason was a few people her senior at work and even though she rarely got to see him, it didn't stop the flutters in her tummy every time he would make an appearance.

He was nonchalant.

His chin was always above his shoulders and his walk made you certain that he owned the building. He clearly thought everyone was below him, she found herself rolling her eyes to the back of her head at the thought.

Every time she would think romantically of him she would be reminded of how displeasing he actually was.

"Almost half a million. I should reach a million by the end of the year."
She gave a smile at her sister's response just in time to make herself seem present in the moment.