Fireworks: The Party
The weeks following that incident at the office has been full of teasing moments and sparks. I know I can’t hold myself for long, and I also know that I’m not imagination all the signals coming from Jay’s side.
I think he’s actually flirting back!
The side glances, the smirks and the ‘accidental’ body contacts. We’re starting to form a ritual between us, complimenting each other at any chance we got, but in a flirty way. I sometimes wonder how these things bloom, how one moment you feel really awkward staring from a distance, then you’re blushing each time you make eye contact and say something like ‘nice shirt’.
I guess when I tell he’s got a nice shirt, I don’t exactly say it the way I’d say it to anyone else. I may be reserved and shy most times, but I know how to tap into that wild, almost slutty side of me — and that’s the part I reach into when I compliment him. Which means the words come out soft and slow, almost as a moan. And then, I wink. It’s not conscious, but it happens.
He compliments me back, most times when we’re working so close together. He whispers the words, teases me with it.
I’m starting to crave that now.
‘Nice perfume,’ he’d whispers sweetly, locking gaze with me.
I was getting bolder with each day, but I wasn’t expecting it when he came to me and told me about his upcoming birthday party.
“I don’t want a party, but the guys”
I wanted to ask who ‘the guys’ were, but I was too mesmerized by his voice to remember how words work. I also wanted to ask if his partner would be at the party, but that would be a strange question, right? Of course, his partner would be there.
I remember being frozen for a while after he invited me to the birthday party.
“It’s a small one,” he repeated. “You don’t have to worry about a lot of strange faces showing up.”
Those words made my heart thump. He knew I hated being around strange people. Heck, I wasn’t always happy when my office got crowded.
Still, there were so many doubts.
His eyes were on me the whole time. I wanted to give him an outright ‘no.’ That would be the best response; it had to be.
I shouldn’t be going mixing my work with personal stuff; going to a colleague’s party classified as personal stuff to me, and that was a big line to cross. And it wasn’t just any colleague; it was him. With those dreamy eyes and sexy lips.
What if I went over to the party and things got out of hand? what if I lose control and mess everything up?
So many fears popped up in my head. What if I ran into his partner and she turns out to be one of those feisty, insecure ones? She’d probably pick up the signals immediately, then things would get awkward and I wouldn’t be able to face Jay at work anymore.
The thoughts were all over the place. But Jay’s voice filtered through them, causing an instant calm, the moment he spoke.
You don’t have to worry about anything, he assured, as if he read my thoughts.
Then he leaned closer, his voice honey-like and smooth (yes, I know it’s cheesy, but the). His eyes pulled me in, and his next words came out slowly.
“I could show you around,” he started. “And don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to be alone together.”
My heart skipped when he said that, and my imagination kicked in.
Alone…together. I pictured just that. Sipping wine and laughing, and talking about everything and nothing. There’d be no one to disturb us; just a romantic atmosphere full of soft music, fine scents and the taste of his lips.
He would tempt me with his body and that sparkling gaze, and I’d give in to the temptation. His hand would slide down my back and I would moan and probably ask, ‘what if she comes in and sees us?’ and he’d shush me with a kiss and whisper. Forget about it.
His voice interrupted my imagination.
“You know, so you don’t have to feel alone and without a friendly face around,” he added casually. That did nothing to stop the flames already spreading through my body.
I smiled, exhaled deeply, my mind already made up.
“Alright, I’ll come.”
It’s just a party with the one guy that sets my body on fire. What’s the worst that could happen?
