Sharmaine sighed as she typed the last activity for the whole month. A secretary like her was getting fed up by the immense workload though her pay was higher than anyone else's. As she printed out the schedule, the telephone rang.
"Hello?" she gently said.
The other line was silent though she could hear, barely, the sound of people talking. She sighed quietly and decided to drop the phone if no one answers her curious tone. She greeted the nameless caller again; this time, someone answered.
"Hello?"
She was intrigued by the sweet voice of the woman who answered.
"How may I help you?" Sharmaine asked. She heard her sigh as she dropped the phone, irritation fuming against Sharmaine's mind.
"How disrespectful," she noted and stomped towards her empty boss' seat. She dropped the folders onto his desk and partially stared at the lifeless seat. She sighed and turned just in time to see Denzel—the man whom she desperately avoided.
Today's not my day, she thought.
They both stared at each other, thinking almost the same thing; why won't she/he speak? They both knew what they did that day, but they still could not wrap their heads at the fact that they both slept together without being drunk nor intoxicated. Because of this, they both knew how they felt towards each other—they both loved the sex and each other.
Sharmaine took her time to examine the man's features even though she did it frequently and subconsciously. He had a sharp jaw, a lovely build and the most handsome smirk ever. Denzel, on the other hand, frequented her presence. As long as she was in this very office the moment he arrived, he was refreshed in a way.
He leaned over the door frame, examining his secretary's movements. She was shy; that's for sure. Her face was beaming red and her hands, although barely perceivable, fidgeted. They both wondered who will talk first, but they remained stubborn.
Sharmaine sighed; she had to start the conversation. "Mr. Suarez, you're back."
Denzel nodded silently and walked over to his desk in quick and light movements. He seemed so dashing.
"It so appears that there would be another event—"
"Do you not like it?" he abruptly cut.
Sharmaine paused to wonder; was this about last night? She laughed it of and asked Denzel to clarify. To her surprise, it was about last night. She bowed her head, unable to look for the right words. It's not like she did not like it. It was just she was afraid to admit that she herself enjoyed it too.
"I-I was swayed," he broke. His eyes were filled with worry, so Sharmaine wanted to tell Denzel the truth, yet she remained foolishly silent and brought up Mr. Diz's invitation.
"Do you mind if I go?"