He realized she was right; he had just wanted a kiss. They couldn’t take this anywhere further; this was not the place or time. And he was not exactly prepared; the condoms he did own were nowhere near and probably expired.
He threw his head on her chest, in desperation.
“You can’t get a girl all worked up like that. It’s just cruel,” she teased.
“You’re cruel,” he joked.
And then, he walked away reluctantly.
“Angela Jenkins, you are going to be the end of me,” he yelled out as he made his way back to his car, leaving her wanting more.
Angela spent Sunday pacing back and forth at Krysta’s, waiting for his call.
“We’re going to the park. Wanna join us?” Krysta asked her, spraying sunscreen on Madison.
“I think I’m just going to stay in.”
“C’mon, it’s a gorgeous day,” Krysta insisted.
“I’m good here,” she said, eyeing the telephone.
“What’s wrong with you? You always want to go to the park.”
“I’m just not in the mood.”
“Is this about Michael? About last night?”
“Um... no,” she lied.
“I know you. You’re waiting for his call.”
Angela couldn’t deny it.
“Don’t. You call him. He probably doesn’t even have your number here.”
“He’s a resourceful guy.”
“C’mon.”
“On second thought, let’s go to the park right now.”
She didn’t want to call him; she wanted him to call her. She was a little stubborn that way.
Angela organized her desk and checked her e-mails. The office was quiet that morning. Monday mornings always were, people were always late coming in. Angela had come in early as usual. She wanted a distraction. She was a little disappointed Michael hadn’t called her. She debated calling him. Maybe Krysta wasright. Maybe he didn’t have her number. But yet again, in her experience, what Michael wanted, Michael would get. Maybe she had played too hard to get and he was finally fed up with her. Maybe he had second thoughts. She was driving herself crazy with all these thoughts and decided to focus as much as she could on her work.
She had spent all morning making calls for another fundraising event she was quite excited about. She had enjoyed the art show and she had the confidence to undertake something even bigger. The more she took on, the more energy she had. She took a break, to eat a late morning snack; a low-fat cranberry granola bar.
She looked absently out the window; the sky was grey; another gloomy Monday. She certainly hoped she would get over her foul mood soon. She wouldn’t think about Michael; he had probably taken what she had said to heart and was giving her the time she needed. In time, maybe he would even forget about her. What he felt for her could easily be simple sexual attraction; she really wasn’t the type to lose her self in purely sexual relationships.
She stared at the poster on her cubicle wall; a little white kitty hanging on a rope for dear life with the caption ‘Hang in there’. I will, she told herself. She finished her granola bar and was still quite hungry. Luckily, it was lunch time soon and she would make her way to the deli restaurant on the ground floor.
The phone rang and snapped her right out of her thoughts. Another supplier pestering her about supplies he could offer her a discount on.
“Just send me your brochure and a list of corrected prices. I’ll take a look at it.”
Christine walked over and stood by her cubicle, waiting for her to finish her call.
“Yes, thank you. I’ll let you know.” She hung up the phone and turned her attention to Christine.
