The Office Curve

He Said, She Said...pt. 1

"I don't think I'm going to get any sleep tonight," Kaim said as he slipped on a pair of black boxers.  Even though his gorgeous blue eyes were glassy with tired tears, he still managed to smile.  I just wanted a nearby stiletto and knock him out.  Never mind that he'd probably have a hell of a headache in the morning.  Right now, he needed sleep.  "Wish I had a sick day."

"Kaim, we don't have to talk about this now, if you don't want to," I assured him.  It wasn't a completely selfless act - I was damn tired as well.  Chair sex is hot but exhausting!  "I shouldn't have said anything in the first place nor should I have let my emotions get to me.  Hell, I shouldn't have even let her tell me."

"No, we might as well get through this now."  I traded black lace for kitty-patterned cotton pajamas yet the lust in his eyes never wavered.  "Granted, my mom shouldn't have ever told you in the first place, and I'm sure she and I will have to talk about it again, but I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.  For now, I guess question period has begun."

"Question period?"  I gave him a funny look.  "What do you mean by that?"

"You can ask me anything you want, Zara."  On cue, a million and one possibilities began to dance in my head.  "You can ask me about the picture or anything else you want.  Nothing is off-limits.  I'll answer whatever you throw at me."

Does not compute.  "You're kidding."

"No, I'm not."  In his eyes, playfulness gave way to seriousness.  The fluttering in my stomach was so intense, I wondered if a butterfly family reunion was going on in there, distant cousins visiting from far and wide to show off and to enjoy free food.  "You've told me a lot about yourself.  Why shouldn't I return the favor?"

"Hmm..." He definitely had a point.  Still, I felt very apologetic.  "It's just that I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do, especially since you're tired."

"Zara, I'm fine."  Kaim gave my hand an encouraging squeeze.  "Besides, this gives me the opportunity to gawk at your cute pajamas.  You how I love your pussy...cats, that is."

I nearly fell out of bed.  "Kaim!"

"Don't be like that, baby, you liked it."  He leaned back, giving me a flirty wink.  Go on - ask away."

"Ah...okay."  I knew I could ask whatever I wanted, but that didn't make me any less nervous.  "So, tell me - have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?"

Flirtatious eyes gave way to annoyed once.  "Zara."

"Okay, okay, I get it.  Can you blame me for testing the waters?"  Taking a deep breath, I bracing myself for...whatever it is I needed to be prepared for.  "So, was that really you in the picture she showed me?"

"Well, that depends.  What picture did she show you?"

"You're not going to answer my questions with other questions, are you?"  Once again, he gave me the stink eye.  "Ugh, fine.  She showed me the one where you're in between your parents.  She said it was the last pic you ever took with your dad."

"Ah, that one," he sighed, wistful.  "Yes, that's me all right - the old me.  Well, I should say the 'old' me - I think 'me of a different size' is better.  That was a long time ago, though."

"So, she wasn't kidding with me then?"  I felt like a gale force wind threw me off-balance.  "That was really you?"

"I just said it was."  His voice grew even quieter.  "Are you surprised?"

"Hell yeah, I'm surprised!"  I looked at him in utter disbelief, even after such a confession.  "I mean, it's a hell of a transformation, you have to admit."