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don’t have a lover to tie you to the bed and feed you honey off the tip of his cock. It was the weekend; in my memory the empty office was glowing yellow from the rays of the spring sun shining through the blinds with all the furious heat it possesses after a long dull winter.
As I remember it, it was a successful morning; I’d completed my report, scored a new personal best at minesweeper, and resisted phoning my lover to plead with him to fuck me stupid.
Then I heard a sound behind me. I wasn’t alone. I’d got to know the evening cleaners pretty well since the separation from my lover, but none of them came in on Saturdays. I turned around and saw Joe standing there. He stood to an awkward attention and his eyes roamed to every part of the office apart from me.
‘Stand easy, soldier.’ I winked at him.
His shoulders relaxed a fraction and he managed to look at me with a shy smile.
‘Why are you acting all strange? Hard night partying? Have you been training to be the first man to run up Ben Nevis with your hands wrapped in barbed wire carrying the world’s heaviest person on your back, or whatever other madness it is you get up to when no one’s looking?’
He forced a laugh. I gave him a half smile, and was about to swing my chair back to face my computer screen when words bubbled out of his mouth.
‘What are you doing here? I’ve noticed that you don’t come to the pub so much any more, but you’re working ridiculous hours. There are rumours that you’re seeing Marcus.’
‘People are gossiping that I’m spreading my legs for the boss? Saying I’m the type of slut who sleeps with married men? And you’re listening?’ I giggled at the idea. my best days were when Marcus was away on one of his frequent (but not frequent enough) overseas trips and I could spend happy hours chatting to the girls, take my time over lunch, even pretend I was a smoker and pop out with my friends when they took a break. Once I’d even brought vodka into the office in water bottles and we’d got merrily drunk over our sandwiches and done some of our finest work ever in the afternoon.
Joe continued speaking. ‘I mean, if you want to put in overtime, why are you here? You could work from the comfort of home like everyone else does?’
‘Who wants to work at home?’ I raised my eyebrows at him. ‘Home is for vegging in front of trashy television and ordering takeaways.’
‘You’ve never been that ambitious or diligent at work before, why now?’
I gave him a look of mock hurt, but when I spoke my voice came out raw and honest. ‘Because my lover doesn’t want to see me and I’m fed up with how lonely my flat feels. And I don’t want to go out right now because I’ll get drunk, start crying, and end up inviting all the girls back for an extremely ill-advised lesbian orgy at my place.’ I tried to smile, but my heart was heavy in my chest.
Joe blushed. ‘Look, I can see this isn’t a good time, but I’m not sure when will be a good time. I wish you were still coming out, though, because this would be so much easier with a bit of alcohol, but you’ve trusted me with the truth so I’ll trust you too. I’ve always felt there is a connection between us, I’ve been – been in love with you since the moment I saw you. You’ve probably guessed.’ He lowered his eye.
Oh God, I thought, don’t be sweet.
‘When everyone was saying you were with Marcus I thought I’d missed my chance. I’m sorry I didn’t realise that you had a boyfriend already; you’ve never mentioned anyone so I thought you were single. But I thought I should say something anyway. I don’t know if you feel anything for me, but a girl as beautiful as you doesn’t deserve to be worrying about going back to an empty flat.’
‘And if I was ugly I would deserve to be a lonely old spinster collecting stray cats for company?’
He gazed at me for a moment, unsure whether I was teasing or serious. I stared back at him, unsure
As I remember it, it was a successful morning; I’d completed my report, scored a new personal best at minesweeper, and resisted phoning my lover to plead with him to fuck me stupid.
Then I heard a sound behind me. I wasn’t alone. I’d got to know the evening cleaners pretty well since the separation from my lover, but none of them came in on Saturdays. I turned around and saw Joe standing there. He stood to an awkward attention and his eyes roamed to every part of the office apart from me.
‘Stand easy, soldier.’ I winked at him.
His shoulders relaxed a fraction and he managed to look at me with a shy smile.
‘Why are you acting all strange? Hard night partying? Have you been training to be the first man to run up Ben Nevis with your hands wrapped in barbed wire carrying the world’s heaviest person on your back, or whatever other madness it is you get up to when no one’s looking?’
He forced a laugh. I gave him a half smile, and was about to swing my chair back to face my computer screen when words bubbled out of his mouth.
‘What are you doing here? I’ve noticed that you don’t come to the pub so much any more, but you’re working ridiculous hours. There are rumours that you’re seeing Marcus.’
‘People are gossiping that I’m spreading my legs for the boss? Saying I’m the type of slut who sleeps with married men? And you’re listening?’ I giggled at the idea. my best days were when Marcus was away on one of his frequent (but not frequent enough) overseas trips and I could spend happy hours chatting to the girls, take my time over lunch, even pretend I was a smoker and pop out with my friends when they took a break. Once I’d even brought vodka into the office in water bottles and we’d got merrily drunk over our sandwiches and done some of our finest work ever in the afternoon.
Joe continued speaking. ‘I mean, if you want to put in overtime, why are you here? You could work from the comfort of home like everyone else does?’
‘Who wants to work at home?’ I raised my eyebrows at him. ‘Home is for vegging in front of trashy television and ordering takeaways.’
‘You’ve never been that ambitious or diligent at work before, why now?’
I gave him a look of mock hurt, but when I spoke my voice came out raw and honest. ‘Because my lover doesn’t want to see me and I’m fed up with how lonely my flat feels. And I don’t want to go out right now because I’ll get drunk, start crying, and end up inviting all the girls back for an extremely ill-advised lesbian orgy at my place.’ I tried to smile, but my heart was heavy in my chest.
Joe blushed. ‘Look, I can see this isn’t a good time, but I’m not sure when will be a good time. I wish you were still coming out, though, because this would be so much easier with a bit of alcohol, but you’ve trusted me with the truth so I’ll trust you too. I’ve always felt there is a connection between us, I’ve been – been in love with you since the moment I saw you. You’ve probably guessed.’ He lowered his eye.
Oh God, I thought, don’t be sweet.
‘When everyone was saying you were with Marcus I thought I’d missed my chance. I’m sorry I didn’t realise that you had a boyfriend already; you’ve never mentioned anyone so I thought you were single. But I thought I should say something anyway. I don’t know if you feel anything for me, but a girl as beautiful as you doesn’t deserve to be worrying about going back to an empty flat.’
‘And if I was ugly I would deserve to be a lonely old spinster collecting stray cats for company?’
He gazed at me for a moment, unsure whether I was teasing or serious. I stared back at him, unsure
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