Bombay Mixx

Bombay Mixx - Chapter One - Part Seventeen

Chapter One – New Pastures?

(Part Seventeen)

He looked around to make sure the coast was clear, moved closer and put his hand on my hand which was positioned on my knee, ‘Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!’ I panicked as I wondered if his next step was to be repulsed by holding my sweaty hand. He gazed into my eyes, which seemed larger than a deer’s, if the animal just realised he/she was in the middle of the M1 on a bank holiday!                       

‘I wanted to see your face before you left to see if this feeling was real,’ he said quietly. ‘I’ve only been here for a day and a few hours so what’s going on? Is this some kind of prank? Is this how he tests the new comers?’ I deliberated. I was starting to feel uneasy as more thoughts of initiation jokes and pranks entered my mind as it all felt very unreal.

I began to edge away to avoid being absorbed in the forceful, passionate atmosphere and he realised that I was feeling apprehensive about the nature of the conversation, ‘I’m sorry if I’m making you feel uncomfortable. It’s just as soon as I saw you I knew I would be in trouble. Just tell me I’m wrong about this attraction between us and I’ll leave you alone,’ he expressed as he stared at me intensely making me feel like he was stroking my entire body with just one glare. ‘I’m sorry but I’ve been here for a day so I find it hard to believe any kind of feelings I might have at the moment,’ I stated as thoughts of him trying this with all the new ladies of the company flooded my already futile mind.

He backed away as though offended by my response and started to walk towards his desk. ‘So you do have some kind of feelings then?’ he questioned as he glanced through some unimportant papers. I couldn’t take anymore of the banter as I couldn’t see where the conversation was heading.

He was married and this was my second day at work! I had to stop the conversation and get out of the office before I said or did something I would regret. ‘It doesn’t matter what I’m feeling at the moment. You’re married and my boss and I’m not going to do the cliché of sleeping with my married boss because that’s just sad! Anyway, I have to go because I have made plans and I can’t be late,’ I pronounced as I walked to the door, feeling very confused about what just happened.

I reached for the door handle and thought I was free from the overbearing atmosphere but just as I was about to walk out the door, he gave his departing declaration, ‘if this feeling is real then I won’t give up and it won’t be a cliché’

With that I walked out the door thinking this man was insane and feeling a mixture of emotions.

The journey home provided me with no escape.

Thoughts of us two together in compromising situations, him leaving his wife and settling in a nice country manor with me and our two sons, were all ideas that teased my mind until I opened the front door of the flat to see our front room littered with more burly men than the England Rugby team. ‘Nita, I tried to call you to get some champagne but you must have missed my call,’ Gabrielle purred as she stroked the arm of one of the enthusiastic husky men sat with her on our now sagging sofa.

I was in no mood for Gabrielle’s man incarceration routine so I made my excuses and left my sister and what can only be called her female domination squad/friends to continue with there flirting rituals.

I got ready for bed and poured a glass of red wine as I reflected on the events of the day. I tossed and turned as I tried to go to sleep after I came to the conclusion that it was all a joke and anymore thought about it would give me a migraine (which was already happening from the bottle of red wine I had just massacred!).

As I lay awake, I eventually heard the noise, from my sister and her acquaintances disperse from the front room and the sounds of Anya throwing her heels into the darkness came a few moments after. As I wished that I could deal with my love life as sternly as Anya, I heard fumbled keys in the lock and hushed, drunken laughter from Amelia with a male associate. I tried to detect the man’s voice but he was new and most probably a, ‘booty call’ so wasn’t important to do the introductions.

As I longed to be more sexually free like my friends in the next room, the wine started to do its work and I finally fell into an inebriated slumber.