Poem: In Lust with you

Lust

Short story: Write about the first time you saw your crush

I am at my desk, reading a review of this new book I already have plans on buying. My manager walks by with a man and a woman, I click down the tab and begin to click my mouse. Next to me my colleague, Benji, does the same except he has the football results up. I glance at him and we both smirk, then put on our professional faces. My manager walks by and my mouse hovers down to my tab again, I’m wondering if I can click and collect it. The trio walk back to my desk.

“O yeah Amy can do that for you, she is our tech girl,” my manager says smiling at the two people she is talking to. “This is Dorian and Lysa.”

I want to roll my eyes, but such actions could get me fired and I have plans to spend money, so I smile genially. The guy, Dorian, is handsome, looks like Tom Hardy my analytical mind points out, the woman, Lysa, standing beside him looks like Yara Shahidi.

I look back down, my finger inching to go back to my page, as I spy Benji who has shrank the footie results to a micro-size, so he can keep reading them.

I get an email from Benji. [You may be the tech genius but I’m the real clever one muwaha]

I burst out laughing then try and style it out as a cough, my manager who has been going on about my skills looks at me in concern as does her companions.

I email Benji a picture of a middle finger. Dorian who has just shifted, glances at my screen sees this and smiles, I am utterly mortified and look at my manager before meeting his gaze, he shakes his head smiling.

Something passes across his features as he stares at me and I am sure I haven’t drawn breath for a solid minute because my mind starts to haze over as I absolutely stare at him. My mind must have short-circuited because I can’t look away and I feel a strange energy build between us.

His companion, Lysa makes a comment and he looks away and so do I. That my face hasn’t caught on fire at how warm it is must be some kind of miracle. I look back at my monitor, my emotions in revolt, I take in a shallow breath, my heart jack hammering in my chest.

I can feel his eyes on me again and I want to look up, but strangely I am afraid, angry at how one look has done so much to me, but clearly some illogical part of my mind disobeys and I lock eyes with him again; electricity erupts between us once more as though by looking away we broke the circuit and our eyes need only meet again before the circuit was complete again.

A part of my brain notes that Lysa looks at him then at me but again I can’t look away for several long moments before sanity returns to me again and I look away.

Short Story: Aggressively dating: The End

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“So let me get this straight you didn’t go home with or even get his number?” Sedra asked leaning forward from her position on the floor.

The girls had gathered at Sedra’s house to help sort out her ever expanding wardrobe, but it had as usual turned into a gossip session. They were all sat in various parts of Sedra’s beautifully decorated bedroom.

Angie smiled, feeling confident at how well she had hit it off with Donato. Her happiness and new found confidence was less to do with him and more to do with how she saw herself.

“Yeah, I left the bar alone, since Jamie went home with someone,” Angie said.

“I get it,” Savy said with a smile, “you finally learnt how to flirt without being tipsy or drunk first.”

Angie laughed, “basically yeah.”

“Basically?” Jamie said with a laugh, “you lot should have seen her, when I came back from the bathroom she was talking to two different guys at once. I’ve never been prouder of you Angie,” Jamie raised her cup filled with her favourite smoothie in the air and the other girls followed.

“To Angie, better late than never!” Sedra said.

Angie laughed along with them, then turned to Sedra.

“So where are you taking me?”

They all laughed.

 

Short Story: Aggressively dating: Mixing Mixers 2

Mixing MixersJamie smiled, “we’ve got drinks, but you can give us your names?”

“I’m Riley,” the American said.

“Donato,” his friend said softly with the barest hint of an Italian accent.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Alana Jameson, but everyone calls me Jamie,” Jamie said with an easy smile.

“Angelina,” Angie said feeling a little shy by the focused look Angelo gave her.

“Beautiful names for beautiful women,” Riley said, then laughed as Jamie gave him a look, “sorry that was over-kill, I said I wanted to experience London, but the only who was free was Don here, he’s from Italy –”

“You thought; close enough,” Jamie said with a laugh.

“Don’t judge but I thought since he is European he must know something,”

“That’s not even acceptable.” Jamie said shaking her head.

Riley laughed, “well what can you do? Not every day can be spent at some small pub in Camden listening to Unity Five –”

“I love that band!” Jamie said leaning forward a little.

“So underrated!” Riley and Jamie said together and they launched into a discussion about how great fringe bands were.

“I guess we should leave them,” Angie said taking a quick sip of her drink as she and Donato moved down the bar together.

Angie took another sip from her drink and tried to remember the promise she had made to herself; she took a deep breath and relaxed her posture before she leaned her hip against the bar and looked directly at Donato before engaging him in conversation.

The conversation was a little stilted at first as they asked the preliminary background questions, but it started to flow better after a few moments and Angie realised that it wasn’t because he wasn’t interested, he seemed almost shy of her and usually Angie would laugh of such a notion, but almost thirty minutes into their conversation she caught her reflection in the mirror at the bar, it wasn’t just that her back was straighter and she looked chic in the clothes her friends had picked for her, it was the look in her eyes there was a confidence there that she hadn’t noticed before.

Short Story: Aggressively dating: Mixing Mixers

Mixing Mixers

“I can’t believe you dragged me here,” Angie said on a hushed whisper to Jamie.

Jamie shrugged completely unconcerned, she looked amazing as usual and she was getting numerous admiring glances from all the men in the bar, and there were a lot of men.

The women had all dressed up and despite what she had promised herself earlier she felt intimidated. The flirting that was going on was borderline aggressive, there was hair flicking, light touching and girly laughs sounding all around the intimately lit bar.

“It’s like –”

“A competition,” Jamie finished as she walked confidently to the bar and ordered two drinks, “two strawberry daiquiris please,” Jamie said to the bartender before turning back to Angie, “Angie darling, this is a fierce battle, there are no trophies here for participation, if you want something you need to take it by the bulls and I’m talking literally.” Jamie said laughing.

Angie gave her a look as Jamie winked.

“Why not? You are single and need I remind you a virgin,” Jamie said on a whisper.

“I know,” Angie said petulantly, “everyone keeps –”

“Shhh, remember charming, your gorgeous and amazing show it to them,” Jamie said nodding at two guys who had just walk over.

Angie felt the strange compulsion to down her drink, she felt so nervous in her short dress Sedra had picked out.

“Hey ladies,” a man with dark hair and even darker eyes said, he had an American accent and Angie had noticed that he had at one point been the focus of every women in the bar.

He was well built and exceptionally good looking, so much so that Angie wondered what he was even doing here. He was with a friend who had a slighter build but was equally as handsome but just didn’t exude the same confidence.

“Can we get you ladies a drink?” the American said.