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The Contradiction

Would you look at him,; if he was chocolate, he’d eat himself! With his sharp haircut and shiny shoes, he thinks he’s the bee’s knees. All the women in the office fancy him for some reason; I wonder why. I mean, just because he’s tall, dark and handsome, and he’s very gentlemanly when he speaks to everyone. I’m sure this is all a front, and he’s a total bastard in private, when nobody can see him.

My colleague Jane absolutely adores him, and she always makes his coffee, just the way he likes it. He always thanks her, but I’m sure he thinks she is pathetic. He’s a real go getter, so how come he hasn’t made a move on Jane? After all, she is very beautiful, and single. Every time he passes me, he gives me this smarmy smile, as if he knows something I don’t. Well, stuff him, I’ve got better things to think about than this six foot hunk, who thinks he’s God’s gift to women.

He gets promotion in another department, and we organise a leaving do, and a small gift. He appears genuinely surprised, and thanks us all for this lovely gesture. I have to leave, as the last bus is in thirty minutes. He approaches me and offers me a lift home, as he’s going my way. I look at him, surprised that he even knows where I live. I accept, and we get ready to leave. When he stops the car at my house, he says that he always looked forward to seeing me every morning, and that he would miss that. He pauses; ‘We could meet for a drink if you’re interested. I didn’t want to appear too cocky and ask you out, when you were my boss.’

Well, my face must’ve been a picture, and he smiled awkwardly. I heard myself agreeing to meet him on Saturday night, for a meal and a drink. He walked me to my door and kissed me on the cheek. Maybe he’s not so bad after all.






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graham.gordon31
graham.gordon31
24 de nov. de 2020

Mmmm ..... taken in .? Sequal in the making ...?

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