Twice the Love

11

I walked over to the mini kitchen in Mr. Fane's office. I started making him a cup of hot chocolate. Judging by the way he liked his coffee I guessed he had a sweet tooth. Finishing up I brought the mug over to him.

"Aren't you drinking one?" he asked.

"No, I'm not thirsty," I said. He stood up and dragged his chair over to my desk, where I had sat down to work. He turned his chair and sat on it backwards resting his arms on its back. This was out of character. He sipped from the mug, making a loud slurping noise. He was staring at me.

"Here," he said, holding his mug out to me. I wanted to tell him about the dangers of saliva transmitted diseases, but decided against it since this was the first time he had tasted something I made, and not insulted it.

Shutting my laptop, I took a sip of the hot chocolate. I pulled away immediately, burning my tongue. Suddenly a warmth covered my lips, and a slightly darker shade of hair, than my own, covered my field of vision. I leaned in as an arm gripped each side of my chair.

Then it was over. It came out of the blue, and left out of the blue. Mr. Fane dragged his chair back to his desk somewhat aggressively and sat down. He opened his laptop and downed his hot chocolate in one shot. Slamming it on the table, cracking his glass desk. He glared at for a little while, before getting up and leaving the room.

The elevator left. Snapping me back to my senses I ran after him. Jumping out of the room elevator I see Mr. Fane shoved some woman holding a file up to him and leave. What was that? What was ANY of that?

I stood there for a moment. Before silently walking out. I didn't care about my laptop or my bag. I started blankly out the window. I was Katherine Bell, age 24, an employee at Daylight. Kirt Fane was the CEO of Deluge, age 26, and saw the sunset at the beach with me for the first time two weeks ago. Kirt Fane, the dude who forces me to cook and make coffee for him every day just so he can critique it. Kirt Fane, the person who had randomly kissed me today.

I walked to my apartment door. Today was one of those bad days. I gave up on my key and jammed a bobby pin inside the lock. Slowly I moved it pushing up and down until the door opened with a click. Slamming it shut behind be I sank, face down, into my bed.

*ping*

*1 new message* It was Mr. Fane.

*Excited for tonight. Can't wait to see you.* Oh, yeah. We were going to the club today. Why did he seem so normal, so unfazed. No, there's nothing normal about him. He was like two different people. Yet, that wasn't a bad thing. I didn't mind.

Wanting to calm my self off I walked to the bathroom. I filled the bathtub with water, and poured in some bubble bath liquid. What was more calming than a bubble bath? Throwing my clothes off I sank into the warm water.