Brazen Fantasies (One shots)

HER

I pull into my parking spot a whole thirty minutes early. I'm always early. I grip my steering wheel and stare into the rear view mirror, getting myself in composure for a talk-down out of the nervousness I was feeling.

Everything is going to be okay. I thought. I just need to make a good presentation and make sure I don't mince any words, as I hoped.

My colleagues were all friendly and nice to me, except Joan, who somehow happens to have bad blood with me, ever since I started working with her.

I can do this, even though the entire room will have their eyes on me. His eyes would be on me.

I shivered at the thought of my boss staring at me too. He was something! C'mon, Amalia, don't dwell on the thought. I can do this.

I grabbed my bag and laptop with my right hand and stretched my other hand to adjust my feet into my stilettos, which I had removed while driving to work.

As I walked through the service entrance of the lofty reception, I was immediately inundated by the smell of fresh papers and perfume fragrances from several people, but my brain picked up the scent of specific cologne in the air.

It was Hal's, my boss.

He wore that cologne every Friday, as if to say thank God it's Friday in cologne language. He was highly classy and was the constant thought I had in my mind since I had stepped out of my house.

If only he knew how often I thought of him. His smile. His voice. His warmth. His existence. Him.

My father would be livid if he knew how I felt about Hal. The first time I mentioned I was interested in someone at my place of work, I can remember the look on my father's face when he pointblank said he hoped it was not his best friend, Hal. I had lied and said it wasn't him. I never imagined that my thoughts would come to revolve around the one person my father didn't approve of.

Why did it have to be that the one person in the whole of San Francisco I happened to fall for since my breakup with my ex, Nathan, was the person that my father was best friends with? I not only fell for him; I am hopelessly head over heels in love with him, and I know it.

Every single time I'm in the same room as him, the butterflies in my stomach seem to be having a parade.

He looked at me and I felt my eyes widen. He has the perfectly symmetrical face of a model, with a strong, chiseled jaw, sculpted lips, and hooded, dark brown eyes. His olive skin is exceptionally sun-kissed and flawless. He is simply gorgeous.

"Good morning, Amalia, How are you today?"

He greets me with that alluring accent.

"I'm fine Mr. Hal. Good morning." I replied, still struggling to recover from my blurry vision of him. He was looking too handsome today.

"Are you ready for today's presentation?" He asked.

"Yes, I am," I replied looking aimlessly at the empty corridor behind him. I knew I would still have him stare at me during the presentation, but now he was just so close. I was drowning in his cologne.

"Okay then. We should be at the board room in two minutes." He stated while walking slowly away from where we had been talking.

"Alright." I managed to say.

I had to pull myself together in his presence. I could sense a smile forming on his mouth when I replied his greeting. He knew he made me uneasy but I didn't know how I made him feel. How unfair.

At the board meeting, every departmental head was present, with Hal impeccably seated at the far end of the table, with his legs crossed and his fingers interlocked on his knee.

As I began the presentation by first introducing the new project idea I was trying to pitch, I noticed my hard drive which I had left in my office was malfunctioning and there were glitches in-between my presentation. I froze mentally. Then I saw Joan smiling at a corner and realized something was fishy. Did she have a hand in my mishap?

My hands balled into fists as I fumbled with my words for some minutes before noticing Hal giving me signs to chin up and round up successfully, which I did. His eyes were on me through out. He never looked away, which made me at ease and tense at the same time.