The Broken Function - Paused

【02】Just a Whim

Time passed strangely fast, probably due to the fact that I couldn't focus on the task for more than half a minute at a time. Eventually, I noticed that she was reaching the end of the script, and it helped me get my mind back on track.

I checked my watch and saw that she only had about a minute left. From what I'd seen, she had only missed one thing, earlier in the script. She would have spotted it, had she had enough time for one last sweep. Without the thirty minutes I had taken away from her, following her bold remark, she would not get the chance to do it.

We arrived at the end of her time, and I reached for her headset, lifting it away from her ear. The incoherent muted song became louder for a second, but I ignored her strange choice of music. "Time's up, Andrea," I told her.

She lifted her hands from the keyboard, and turned to me, curious to see if she'd nailed the test. Her effort was commendable, which I made clear with an agreeing expression. "Not bad," I conceived. "But, it won't work as it is." With efficient moves, I took her place in front of the computer and scrolled up the script to change the one mistake I had spotted earlier.

She grunted her frustration, and a few of the guys around us seemed disappointed too.

"It still was quite impressive, though," I decided to add, to make her feel better about that tiny mistake. "We'll have to run some tests, but I don't see why it wouldn't work. I guess I misjudged you. Welcome to the dream team, Andrea." I removed my glasses and tucked them back into my shirt.

"Andy," she answered, asking me to use her nickname. No, that wasn't happening. I wasn't a nickname person, and I associated Andy with Andrew. She was Andrea, and I would stick with that.

Well, now I needed to get out of there, to get away from the sweet temptation she offered. Hoping that the slight bulge under my jeans wasn't too noticeable, I stood up and went for the door, before turning around, half out of the room. I gave the guys a few orders to get things started with the new recruit, and left them.

On my way back to my office, I tried to understand what exactly had happened down there. Yes, she was pretty, but she was far from being the most gorgeous woman I'd ever seen or had. She had some spine on her, which maybe was one of the reasons for my enthrallment. That, and the lack of proper sex. Once in the hallway that led to my office, I took out my phone and quickly went through the contacts list. I found Celeste, determined to send her a message. Her enjoyment of sex, her flexible body, and her gifted mouth would undoubtedly distract me for the night. By tomorrow, the little brunette downstairs would have lost her appeal.

"Hey, bud," said someone behind me, catching up with my fast pace. I turned around to look at Kevin, my oldest friend, co-owner of the company. We were opposite in so many ways, but he was one of the very few people I kept appreciating over such a long period of time. We'd known each other for over twenty years, and there was frankly no one else than him with whom I could spend so many hours in the same room.

"What's up?" I asked him, still typing my message for Celeste.

"Not much, how about you?" he asked back, glancing at my phone's screen. "Celeste? I thought you weren't seeing her anymore," he noted.

I grimaced, not certain how I should explain it to him. Knowing that my very romantic best friend would frown upon my absent love life, I simply shrugged my shoulders, before putting my phone away, deciding that I would finish my message later.

I wasn't looking for a relationship, and I had taken the habit of stopping things as soon as the woman decided she wanted more than casual sex. I didn't have time for the whole dating, caring, and being there shenanigans. I wanted something simple, with an accessible woman looking for the same thing a few nights per week. It seemed impossible to find, though.