Bombay Mixx (5 page)

There was a brief moment where I thought he was going to move in for a kiss (and believe me I would have obliged!) but Ann interrupted us, ‘the refreshments are ready for the meeting Mr. Maguire and Nita you need to read through the agenda of the meeting before you go in
.
’ I felt as though she was subtly telling me off, ‘but she couldn’t have known what we were talking about as we were talking quietly’ I wondered as I left
the kitchen still with
unanswered
questions
and a sense of unknowing about the new state of affairs that had occurred between us but I tried to remain professional and continued with the working day ahead.

The meeting was very long and I tried not to think about how I wanted to devour a
ll the biscuits that were neatly
displayed next to the tea and coffee on a silver plate.

After this (which took up most of the morning) it was the usual menial tasks; testing passwords to the systems I will need in the future, calling advertising to follow up receipts that we had not received in the department, understanding why shares were not bought immediately or in batch on the same day, organising Angus’s meetings with managers and potential clients, along with daydreaming about how our children would look and where we would live once he got a divorce.

Just as I got into the Sage system, which seemed to fill Daniel with delight, I started to get ready to go home, ‘Nita, could I see you for a second please?’ it was Angus and he was looming over my desk in a determined manner, ‘yes Mr. Maguire. I will be right in
,
’ I responded to make sure Daniel knew that his witty jokes about every computer system he knew we’re no longer needed.

He was leaning back, relaxing on the leather sofa looking at me and I wondered if he regretted telling me about his marriage
.
‘
C
ome sit Nita
,
’ he purred and I didn’t decline the offer. I sat next to him and the leather made a squelch sound beneath my bottom, I flushed scarlet and could feel the sweaty palms making a reappearance, ‘it was the…’ before I could finish my plea, he waved his hand in the air, ‘I hate these things but I guess it’s just for the image
,
’ he chuckled. ‘So he wasn’t a flash
London
man who was all about appearance’ I pondered as he was beginning to make me more interested in him and his life, ‘I hope I’m not holding you up? I just wanted to see your face before you left for the evening’

It felt like my salvia had given up on me and decided to join the sweat which was now not only in the palms of my hands but contemplating making an appearance on my forehead
.
‘
W
hat was this man doing to me’ I thought as I quickly pretended to wipe my hair from my face, ‘errrm, why did you want to see my face before I left?’ I asked nervously.

He looked around to make sure the coast was clear, moved closer and put his hand on my hand whi
ch was positioned on my knee, ‘O
h 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
.
‘
S
o 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 w
as 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
.
‘
I
t 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 giv
e up and it won’t be a cliché’

W
ith 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.

**********

As the alarm clock rang, I was jolted out of my dreamless sleep.

Although I knew I wanted to call Ann and tell her that I wouldn’t be returning to AG Cathal because I had met the man of my dreams last night and he’s actually a billionaire, who wouldn’t take no for an answer, my day dreams quickly fled my mind and
I
released myself from the warm, cosy utopia which was my double Ikea bed and headed for a surprisingly quiet bathroom.

My morning routine was unusually fast today as I was trying to think of every excuse to call in sick
.
‘
W
ow, the
y are
lucky to have you Neets! You nearly g
ot
the reception staff fired, could potentially ruin a marriage and look like Marilyn Manson with the black Goth eye make up and you wan
t to call in sick on your third
day…hats off to you chick!’ Amelia sarcastically chuckled whilst she devoured her hot buttery
peanut butter
toast.

Although I wanted to tell her that her love life was no better, she was indeed correct about my current situation
,
so instead of trying to argue back
,
I greeted her with a quiet chuckle and set off to see what delights Ann had planned for me to make sure I wouldn’t leave on time today.

Going into the office was like army troops going into enemy territory; slow, cautious and
with
precision. I made it to my desk without stepping on a bomb
.
‘
A
hhh safe to get settled and make a cup of tea and nick someone’s bickie’ I thought as I had a quick scan of the agenda Ann had left on my desk, ‘this woman is like some corporate robot! Wonder if she has a
secret
husband?’ I pondered as I got more confident in my stride and headed to the kitchen.

I peered in first to check that the coast was clear then I entered. I was mid way into choosing the biscuit that would go nicely with my tea when enemy borders were invaded
.
‘I’d go for the chocolate one, unless your one of these diet fad females and I hope not because we don’t want you fading away! Men like something to grab onto no matter what the catwalk and magazines say
.
’

His voice was as smooth as the finest Chinese silk and I almost got wrapped up in the velvety compliments until I heard bellowing footsteps which
could only belong to
one person, ‘
G
ood morning Miss Patel and Mr. Maguire. Nita would you mind coming with me as we have a lot to do today and we may as well start it now since it is nearly the start of the business day
,
’ Ann said as she regarded both of us with a suspicious eye.

‘Not a problem, Ann. Ready when you are?’ I answered sharply to try to regain some kind of professionalism.

As we left the kitchen, I couldn’t help but look back to get my final fix. I did it slowly as though I was only turning back to shut the door
;
to not look to suspicious and as I did he
slowly came closer to the door
and whispered, ‘I know that you’re feeling
the same as me,
so it’s only a matter of time
,
you can keep up this façade but keep it up as I’m enjoying the chase
.
’

I was in disbelieve at his arrogance and wanted to tell him where he could shove his chase but just as I was about to give him a sharp tongued respon
se
I realised he wasn’t looking at my face anymore but a little further south. I investigated what he was looking at and wish I
hadn’t
.

It gets very warm in the office so I thought a white shirt and black skirt outfit would be okay for today…however
,
I didn’t take in
to
consideration air conditioning (which is very close to my desk) and sexy Irish bosses trying to seduce m
e
in the kitchen.

I was glad that I wore a flesh coloured bra, however
,
it was thin and my shirt was even thinner and it wasn’t due to the temperature in the kitchen (although it was
heating up by the second).
‘
W
as I really turned on by this egotistical speech?’ I thought to myself as the pointer sisters decided to make an appearance.

I flushed post box red and crossed my arms to try to hide the evidence rush
ing
out the kitchen before I did something else to show him that he could actually be right about the situation.

Ann continued the day
by
making sure all her troopers were in position and
carrying out their tasks
.

As I filed, phoned different departments to check for missing receipts, shares certificates and more mundane jobs that I wouldn’t want to bore you with, I came across a nice voice on the last call I made.