Surrendering Affair

Chapter 5

When I looked into the bedroom, Ricky was sitting on the bed quietly. The bed had a canopy style, with dark green drapes to match the window curtains. I wondered what was on his mind. Something in inside told me to give him space, and so I left the old apartment without saying a word.

The next day after awaking, I fixed myself up for work. The thought of yet another day in that old office slightly agitated me. But it was how I got my bread and butter, and so I dealt with the aggravation of typing all day.

After typing the silky bow collar of my blouse, I stepped into my pencil skirt. My tights bent as I lifted my foot onto a chair, slipping on my shoes. Looking up I could see I had an observer, Enriqué once again had been looking on. He was pulling his white tank top over his head. His pecks were prominent under the fabric as he pulled the shirt down. He noticed I was watching too, and that earned me a dimpled grin from him.

Once I finally exited my building, Enriqué was outside himself. He was standing in a circle of his friends, but when his eyes hit the wiggle of my pencil skirt he immediately jetted after me. "Buenos dias, hermosa!"

"Hola." I answered back, continuing to look forward as I walked down the sidewalk.

"How is it possible for one woman to look so beautiful every single day?" Enriqué sweet talked. "You always put yourself together nicely."

"You never look too bad yourself." I smirked back at him. He stopped for a moment, looked down at his outfit and did a spin. I shook my head with a laugh at his showing off.

"I see you saw a little show this morning." Enriqué rubbed his hands together. "I didn't mind my view either."

"I didn't see any show. All mi ah see was you put on your shirt." I rose a brow, still looking forward without paying him much mind.

"That's just the climax!" Enriqué shouted out. "You should've saw the rest. The pants, the undershirt... the sock garters"

"You don't wear sock garters." I chuckled at him.

"How would you ever know? You didn't even have the decency to peep through my window!" He held out his arms with a smile.

"Enriqué, I'm not sure if you've noticed but I'm trying to get to work. Not discuss your peeping tom fantasy." I stopped on the sidewalk and held out my hand for a taxi.

"Ai, one moment." Enriqué slowly lowered my hand. "I was thinking..."

"You were?" I sarcastically asked. He huffed for a moment with a smile.

"I want to invite you out. There's a little gathering we're having in Washington Square and I think it's right up your alley."

"What does this gathering entail?" I crossed my arms, my patent leather purse hanging off of my forearm.

"Nothing much. Just some time in the sun with some groovy people." He smiled charismatically, moving his shoulders. "Some music, some laughs, some marijuana."

"I dropped kush." I told him. "It made me lag at work."

"Oh I see, you need your fingers to go a thousand miles a minute." Enriqué laughed. "But it's only one day. And then I promise you if you don't fall in love with me by the end of the day, I'll leave you be."

"So that's what this is about." I popped a hip out. His efforts were charming. He'd always tried to take our relationship to the next level, but I never gave him the time of day. After a moment thinking about it, I finally agreed. "Alright then. I'll go."

"Great. Saturday when the sun rises, but there or be square." Enriqué winked. Then he held out his hand toward the street. A cab immediately came up to the curb. With a grin, he opened the door for me, allowing me to get inside. "I'll see you there!"

At my workplace, I road inside the old industrial elevator up to my floor. The building was once a factory that made arrow collars. My station was right in front of the hallway that led to the elevator. I was the first person you saw upon entering. Not many people passed through. In that time when I worked there, it was businessmen who rented the space.

I constantly had to type up things, make didos and clamp down stamps. My job was tedious, and the musty smell of the building was nauseating. Still, I stayed in that old job with the hopes that one day, I'd get a chance to quit and move on. In the wide hallway where my desk sat, large factory windows covered one wall. When we were lucky, golden light that was mingled with the grey slog of the city shined through. The rumbling of the old industrial elevator could constantly be heard.

Sometimes I'd look out on the empty space of the hall and imagine the many women who worked in that factory. Their old sewing machines spinning along with the rhythm of their foot stepping on the petal. Maybe a few men over looking their progress. Nothing but a bunch of robber barons—

"Are you working?" My boss asked, noticing my blank staring out at the blank space.

"Sure I am." I nodded. Looking down at my typewriter, I still couldn't concentrate. All I could think about was the few moments I spent in Ricky's apartment. Having him up against the wall, under my grip. I wondered if I'd ever have him in that position again.

I wondered if he'd ever fully be mine...