It's a good thing, my boss is such a kind one. I'd never thought of baking something with my old boss. He was such an egoist. A real idiot for being so cruel to his workers. Now it's understandable, after clearing my brain, why so many did a quick quit.
Now, once I did see Georges real face and comprehend it with Oliver's, they're totally opposites. One was the demon, the other one is the angel in form of a human being. And maybe I'm a little crazy to draw these conclusions.
"It tasted really fine, Oliver. Thank you very much for buying and preparing the meal, even if we did it together, you have done the most, mainly." He only smiles. He seems to smile very often, maybe it's an expression of his inner angel? "No need to thank me, Wanda. You helped me with the kids, it's the least I can do for you. So, we did help each other, it's even."
Something touches my knees. I guess, his knees are pressing against, because his legs are very long. Actually he's normal sized for a man, around six feet and one inch. One head he's taller than me, I'm around five feet and seven inches. To the earlier question, why did his knees touch mine? Maybe, it was a misunderstanding and he only stretched his legs out? Or does he want more? Questions over questions my brain is not compatible with. I'm an expert in working as a personal assistant and being there for others, but I can't comprehend the real meaning lying behind his gesture. But I shouldn't loose my happiness for these questions, rather I should enjoy the evening while it lasts.
"I have ice cream for dessert. Better, do you even want dessert?" Oh, I can't withstand such a great offer. "Yes, please. I would like it very much." I smile with all my teeth appearing. What must he think of me? My extra pounds didn't come from healthy food, more likely from dessert, so called ice cream. A creamy heaven.
Oliver hands me a teaspoon and places a Stracciatella ice cream between us. It looks pretty good. Guilt overcomes me, but I can train harder, after eating ice cream. This shouldn't have an excessively, long lasting effect.
We're spooning the dessert slowly. I don't know what to say, so I hold my tongue behind my teeth, so I don't make a mistake and say something Wanda-like. I have a talent, it's called: "Creating embarrassing moments."
"What have you planned this weekend, expect helping me with the babies. I can understand, if you must leave me, because you want to do something with your family, boyfriend or friends." I guess, he wants to make sure, I have time for Alice and Sarah tomorrow, too. Should I say, I have a lot to do, then? But it really makes a difference, if I'm alone in my home or be with him together in this big apartment. I'm feeling more alive here, like a whole new person.
"Actually no. While working under Mr. Roland, I didn't have time to make friends or forming a relationship. I didn't even plan to, I must confess. For real, such thoughts didn't even cross my mind. And my family lives far away, in a little community with roundabout three thousand citizens. Not big in relation to Big Apple."
"You must feel very lonely then. But I can understand this emotion. As I told you, I was alone very often in my childhood and in my teenagers." He takes my hands in his own warm ones. Little butterflies are buzzing through my belly. A weird sensation. Should I take my hands back? It's inappropriate to be in such a situation with your boss. I'm no easy girl to use and to cast away after she seems to boring. I hope he knows that.
To ease this odd situation, I tell him something about my private life. "Actually, I do some sports, like gymnastics and HIIT. It's very fun." I shrug my shoulders and want to take my hands back. But against my retraction, he starts to massage my right hand. He kneads and circles every corner and I can't stand his treatment altogether. It's so awkward. With around the age of thirty I don't even know to handle this. God bless me. I haven't ever been interested in something just like this.
"Do you mind, if I can accompany you there? It seems very interesting to.... I mean you doing sports.... Actually, it's funnier together. You know, like team work." Never ever! At first, I must swallow those thoughts. I don't want to make sport with my boss. Really, it couldn't be weirder.
What do I have to answer him? "Oliver.", I begin my little speech. "My words are not meant to be hurtful, but I don't like to make sports with other. In this way, I am a lone fighter. It's my physical compensation for my work. I hope you can understand", I'm giving him a desperate smile. Hopefully, he doesn't persuade me. I really don't like the imagination of my sweaty self against his muscular, toned body. I like to handle my own things alone. My prior trainer Tom was enough intimacy for a few years.
"I understand. But it's not excluded, I visit you some time in the future. I do really like to sport my body in higher layers. To feel your body living is the greatest thing you can do for yourself." He let my hands go. Good. Now, I can breathe freely again.
"Do you want to show me maybe some exercises tomorrow? I'm curious, what you have learned by doing your activities. It doesn't hurt to show them to me, does it?"
"Yes, I can show you some." I hope, I can leave his apartment, before he remembers my consent. His penetrating questions are to much for me.
"That's great. I'm very excited to see your experience and maybe we can do some exercises together. We will see, for sure." I really hope, he forgets about it faster than fast, even before the earliest bird awakes.