A Splash of Ecstasy (Closed for yuna1981)
And there she was. Shane was almost ready to head for home when he saw her. Her bright red overcoat was drenched from the heavy rain, hair plastered to her cheeks, framing that radiant and yet shy smile. Her lips moved out of sync with the general tumult of the office party, the clinking glasses, laughs and cheers. She was probably just saying "hello", commenting about the weather, "nice party", that sort of thing, but his eyes were fixated upon those lips as closely as one would study a TV lottery announcer giving the last few digits of your winning ticket.
He curved over and leaned against a nearby wall, uncharacteristically nervous and gulping a lukewarm plastic cup of nondescript beer. Shane thought back to his conversations with her in the previous weeks, thirty second snippets in the elevator and hallway passings at the downtown office. It was just basic co-worker flirting, a way to pass the time. Or was it? She was younger, just out of college and a bit unsure. She seemed to always travel completely out of her way to his office, having an unrelated work question as a thinly veiled excuse to see him. It made him feel special, powerful, almost revered, the experienced older guy.
They talked about her latest date fiasco, meaningless office gossip, and the like. But what really echoed in his head was the closing line of a very naughty little conversation from a few days before. Those lips, enchanting, playful, when she said, "Oh I never have been able to before... but there's always the office party this weekend."
"He's obviously drunk. But can still turn a phrase like a mofo."
Last edited by SavourYou30 : 03-27-2011 at 12:26 PM.