My Guilty Pleasure

7. This is a strange night

Three hours later...

I'm currently at Zachary's beach house. I have to admit that this place is not exactly as I expected. It is so much nicer. Who knew Zachary have such a great taste, he always seemed too serious and... Well, you can say old-fashioned. Not in a matter of behaving, because his behavior towards me is anything but old fashioned. Except for that part he seamed like a workaholic and like he doesn't know how to just relax and enjoy. I guess I was wrong. His house is beautiful, and it got a feeling like it's a home.  Much of the house is made of glass and it looks like there isn't much privacy, but it's still nice. The bottom side of the house leads to the beach and there's also a swing attached to a tree. The house has plenty of flowers and lamps. It's very romanticly done I can see that. Basically, there are a lot of paintings, a piano, the furniture is modern but not too much. The whole house is refreshing.

 I noticed Zachary talking to a few people from the company and I slowly approached him. He noticed me and he just turned to me with an expression of astonishment. His eyes darted over my body without missing a single inch. I looked down and blushed at the sudden attention that he's checking me out. I stood in front of him and smiled.

- Good evening Zachary. I must admit that your house is not half as bad as I imagined, and you were right about the music. It's not that terrible. -The atmosphere is very interesting. Zachary laughed out loud and took my hand and gently kissed it. So I was surprised but I got over it. He's probably just trying to act like a gentleman.

- You look beautiful Desiree. Really different from the usual work outfits. I'm just sorry that I don't have to see you privately more often. - I blushed even deeper at that and looked at my dress. I'm wearing a long simple green dress without sleeves with a heart-shaped neckline. My hair is wrapped in curls and I decided to put some makeup. I must admit it has been long since I've been to such a fancy event. I go to parties, but this is more of a formal type gathering than a party. Since my parent's death, I mostly focused on work.

- Thank you, Zachary... -

- I'm just saying the truth, Desiree. I'm not saying you're not beautiful at work, but... Basically, you're hiding your curves. - He winked at me and I frowned at him. Of course, men only look for the curves. They don't understand the effort we put into our look. There is hair, and makeup, cosmetics, nails, clothes, jewelry... At the end of the day, from us is expected to think like men, behave like ladies, and be sexy and dirty just for the private eye of that special someone.  

- You always have to ruin everything, don't you Zachary? - I crossed my arms and continued to frown at him.

- Come on Desiree... Well, that's true. Just accept the compliment. Isn't it nice when someone notices that you're hot, I don't see how I turn out to be the bad guy here? -

- Of course, you don't. You couldn't compliment my mind or commitment. But no... You had to compliment my curves, you men only see that in women. You don't know how hard is it to be a woman sometimes. We need to work as twice as hard as any man to prove ourselves. - He looked at me with raised eyebrows, a confused look on his face. Well, that's the truth. Instead of my traits, he had to compliment my physical appearance.

- Desiree... Everyone's life is difficult. Do you think my life is easy because I am a man? I had to prove myself too, and nothing just came to me, I worked hard.-

- Yeah ... You don't always have to dress up and look good, you don't have to worry about your reputation. When a man sleeps with more than one woman nobody says anything, but when a woman sleeps with many men then everyone classifies her like a whore. You don't have periods and don't need to give birth to children. And now you're telling me that men have a harder life than women. – Zachary's now watching me with some thoughtful expression. Well, he realized that I'm right. Of course, there are exceptions. I have no doubt that some men had difficult lives. But Zachary's not one of them, that's what I'm trying to say.