Silently Falling in Love: Race - #Wattys2017

Chapter 40 - November 1996

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Alex:

I hung up the phone after a long conference call exhausted. It was Saturday night and this was not how I wanted to spend it, but the company I was working with was in the Middle East and their weekends were Thursday and Friday so our weekends were the beginning of their workweek.

I un-tucked my shirt and ran my hands through my hair. I was exhausted, hungry and tired. I stood their wondering whether I should pour myself a drink, take a shower, eat or just skip it all and go to bed. It was already 1am in the morning.

As I was debating my next plan of action when I heard a knock. It couldn't be my door it was so soft, plus who would be showing up at my door at one in the morning.

I stared at the door too tired to do anything, but then someone was putting a key into my door and slowly unlocking it. Within seconds the door was open and my guest was staring at me.

I was shocked to see Anjali standing there. She slowly closed the door behind her. "Hi," is all she said.

She was wearing a light fall jacket with ruffles down the front and a belt tied neatly around her waist, a long skirt with a slit up the right side, long brown boots with heels that made her at least another three inches taller and her hair was straightened out making it even longer. Her hair tumbled down her shoulders and over her breasts. I don't know how long I stared at her, but it must have been too long because she said "Hi," again.

"What are you doing here?" I asked curtly. Watching Anjali had caused all professionalism and manners thrown out the door.

I walked back to my kitchen table where I had all of my paperwork spread out to try and ignore the betrayal of my body. Of course as Anjali was walking in I noticed that the slit on her skirt revealed she was wearing a garter belt. I couldn't help but think what the hell was she doing here and that too dressed like that?

Anjali smiled at me in agreement but still stood near the door as if she wasn't sure if she really was going to stay.

"What are you doing here Anjali?" I asked again.

"It was girls' night out at a bar in your neighborhood, so I thought I'd take my chances and stop by and say hi before I headed home," Anjali cautiously stated.

"You decided to stop by at one in the morning?" I asked.

"Yeah, I was in the neighborhood," she repeated herself.

She looked so sexy in that outfit and thank god my shirttails were hiding the erection developing. I had to stay mad at her or I would lose it.

"Why are you really here?" I asked not moving an inch.

"Oh come on Alex," Anjali said as she placed her clutch on a side table and walked closer to me, "how long are we going to ignore each other. I haven't heard from you in weeks, you don't return my calls, we don't go to lunch anymore, how long are we going to do this?"

"You know why," I said simply.

"So we're going to just throw away our entire friendship over one incident?" Anjali pleaded as she walked a little closer to me but keeping her distance.