Twisted By Desire

“How did it go yesterday?” Georgia was standing beside my desk waiting for me. She had her hand on her hip, one ankle crossed over the other and propped up on her toe, and a wry smile plastered on her face. She looked like she was ready for a lengthy interrogation.

I took a couple steps closer before answering her question, “It was okay.”

“That’s it? Just okay?” She uncrossed her ankle and stood with her feet hip-width apart. Her hand lifted from her hip as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Let’s go get some coffee. I need it, and I’ll fill you in.”

“Sure.”

I pulled open my lower desk drawer, dropped my purse and phone in and picked up my oversized mug from my desk. The two of us talked as we walked down the hall.

“So I got there on time, five thirty like we agreed, and sat and waited for him for twenty-five minutes. He set the place and time; he could have at least gotten there when he said.”

“Did he at least call or text he was running late?”

“Nope, neither. So you can imagine how pissed I was getting. He didn’t even apologize or give me a reason when he got there. He pretended like he was on time or like I should be happy he showed up or some crazy shit. Arrogant bastard.”

“Wow, that’s…wow.” Georgia reached for one of the Styrofoam cups stacked next to the coffee machine. “How was talking to him after he got there?”

“Perplexing. My questions were met with short answers at first. You know how hard it is to get a conversation going with someone like that?”

“Yeah, that would be aggravating.”

“Aggravating is an understatement.”

Georgia poured her coffee into her cup, then reached over to fill mine, leaving plenty of room for my creamer. “Did you cross him off your list yet?”

“Hell no, not yet. Sitting across from him was frustrating, but he’s so damn good-looking. I could hardly take it, and I decided based on looks alone, he gets one final chance.” I reached to get my favorite International Delight French Vanilla creamer and poured it into my cup until it nearly overflowed. “We’re going to dinner on Saturday, then going to The Castle.”

Georgia stopped on a dime, set her cup down, and her mouth dropping open as she stared at me. “Okay …I’m shocked.”

“If he blows it Saturday, though, it’s over; done, no more.”

“I never thought I’d say this, but I can’t wait for Monday now.”