Deliciously Frowned Upon
The first few times I saw you around or even heard your voice I became instantly annoyed. I thought you were a snobby little shit. You wouldn’t even look me in the eyes when we passed one another. Not even a casual hello or a head nod. Such a dick. I learned to ignore you in all your comings and goings.
Then fate threw us together for a week. That bitch knew exactly what she was doing, and I was not amused. I was told to be on my best behavior around you. I said I’d do my best, but this mouth of mine liked to step in at the most inopportune times.
You picked me up from the airport and you didn’t look like the man who held his head higher than everyone else’s. Your features somehow were softer, your smile seemed genuine, and you grabbed my suitcase and put it in the car. You kind of took me by surprise. The stick that had occupied your ass had somehow been removed. Or maybe this is who you were outside those walls. I had a week to figure out which you, you really were.
A lot was on my shoulders that week and I was told that I needed to do everything possible to ensure the projects success. So, I tried to stay as focused and on task as possible. However, in between moments of work you would casually appear to check in on things. Walking in and out of the room, pretending to care about what was going on and sometimes just staring at your phone. I knew what you were doing, you were watching me and I have to admit that I liked it.
You liked that I was there. I could see it in your eyes and in our interactions; playful, light but cautious. The entire week you catered more to me than your own duties. Maybe you were always this kind and attentive, but I knew that couldn’t be right. You were typically cold, to the point and douchey.
Once my time was done I went home to my empty apartment and my cat. I had a pleasant week, but I knew once I was home you’d just be a memory. I was wrong, because you never let a day go by without making sure you were on my mind. With professional phone calls and emails that for the most part were not necessary, but I always took the calls with a smile on my face and responded as promptly as I could.
I never thought we’d ever be in the same state again, but the constant flirtation was making an impression on us both. Whether you’d ever admit to it or not, you were as intrigued with me as I you. It would be the better part of a year before we were in the same place again. You didn’t even tell me you were coming, you just showed up with a smile on your face. I was pleasantly surprised but curious. Why the hell were you here? I guess it didn’t matter, but at least I was on my game that day.
As luck would have it I looked irresistible. Every time I walked away from you I could feel your eyes on my back; watching how my legs looked in those heels. I wondered if you even knew what to do with a girl like me? You were a hard read, but I was getting familiar with your pages.
I was told to help you, so that’s what I did. The more time we spent together the more I was certain you wanted to discover every inch of me. After a few days of meetings and dinners I knew that one way or another I’d make you mine. Your will power didn’t have a fighting chance.
Call me cocky, but I wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to see how right, wrong could feel. I had let someone in my life slip through my fingers before, because of a bullshit technicality. I didn’t want another “what if,” weighing on me. Our fate could be different, and if it was truly wrong it would at least be fun trying to figure it all out.
It barely took a week to break down your walls and to ease the tension your body felt when we happen to brush past one another in the hall. You started to open up and see me for what I was; a woman who knew what she wanted and who could not be ignored. The tension was thick and delicious.
I did what I was told. I helped you navigate the city and with each meeting I wondered whose will power would falter first. Your body gave me tiny clues that you were mine before we even touched. At this point I didn’t even care if we crashed and burned, it was going to feel so good on the way down.
We hung out on a weekend. We were getting comfortable with one another, but things still remained innocent. Besides sharing a few drinks or talking over a meal our desires were solely being fed by copious amounts of flirtation. We both let our guards down when we found ourselves buzzed on booze and laughter before the sun had even gone down. Which lead to take-out and a movie back at your place. We decided on Ironman, and you sat a respectable distance away from me. However, as the movie played our bodies seemed to be shifting closer and closer together.
While Ironman was struggling to reach his original Arc Reactor, my head found a spot on your shoulder and my hand made its way to your chest. You didn’t move an inch, but I could feel your heart beating in my hand. We sat like that for a few minutes until the words that were lodged in my throat finally made their way to my lips.
“I really want to kiss you,” came out of my mouth in a breath.
You looked over to meet my head on your shoulder and said, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
But, I heard the uncertainty in your voice.
“Maybe, we should just try.” The second those words left my mouth your hand was reaching for my cheek and your lips came down to meet mine. It took my breath away. The way your lips felt against mine, the way you tasted; months and months of tension and build up. It was well worth the wait.
Whether your head was still uncertain of how to deal with our little situation, your hands and body were in charge now and they knew exactly what they wanted. Everything between us was out in the open now, but you and I would remain a secret for years to come.