ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ

Chapter 2

Amelia

So the otherwise infamous Monday got a lighter note today. By the end of the working hours, everyone was working with a kind of infectious enthusiasm. I, on the other hand, tried to immerse myself in work as much as possible so that I wouldn't have to think about a certain someone.

I could indulge in fantasy, relax a little, but the sad truth is that I didn't know how to do that. I didn't like the fact that some newborn feeling dragged me into its lair with its sharp claws. And with every hour that passed, it seemed to me that it was pulling me deeper and deeper into his stone chambers.

I blame my character for that to some extent, but also the circumstances that led to the formation of my character as it is today. Somewhere halfway through my debate on the topic of my life attitude, I asked myself if I really, truly liked any man I was with. 

When I say liked, I mean the feeling of despair to which you are led not so much by his distance and absence, but by his very closeness. When someone awakens insatiability in you, the ability that, even from miles away, the mere thought of him, awakens dormant volcanoes, eruptions, the fucking end of the world in you. That only his voice is a sufficient instrument that will take you to the greatest heights and the deepest bottoms with the same intensity.

The answer is no.

I wonder if someone liked me that way, ever?

Probably, not either.

Then I wondered if just one encounter with a person could have caused this much self-examination?

The answer is obvious.

I turned off my laptop, tidied up my desk and left the office. Gabriel had already called the elevator and was waiting for me in front of it.

"We did it. I told you there was no need to worry.''

He put his arm over my shoulder and squeezed me in approval.

"I don't know how you were so confident that we would succeed. I must admit that even I had my doubts. You on the other hand, were convinced that we would be able to close the deal from the beginning.''

I told him twitching my mouth when the elevator bell rang and the shiny doors opened. Gabriel's facial expression changed in an instant, took on a more serious note with slightly slanted eyebrows, and the next moment a bright white smile shone on his face.

"Let's leave it for now. . . Tell me, are you up for a drink, as we agreed?''

I sighed not really interested.

"Honestly, I'm not for anything right now. I would like just to go home and after a long bath to threw myself into bed. Is that ok with you? But I'm up for a night out if you're up for it? Maybe on Friday?''

At the moment I needed time to compose myself but I was definitely in for some fun. . . just not now.

"I'll call Brooke too."

I said, squirming and punching him in the shoulder wanting to tease him. Brooke was my best friend who worked at a coffee shop near our firm.

"I've noticed you get a little clumsy with words when she's around?"

"Come on Amelia, it was only once."

I burst out laughing.

"Yeaaah, tell that to someone else. You were so lost that instead of ordering espresso, you said sexspresso. God, what a mess.''

I choked with laughter, spilling some tears too, remembering that unpleasant but somewhat sweet situation.

"Please don't remind me. It seems like the amount of dirty thoughts I had about her came out at the worst possible time and situation. I don't think I've recovered from that yet.''