CH 4- Plea
909 Words
A familiar vision flashed before him. The same grey beanie on top of a blue-eyed blonde, and running shoes. And Miss Mason? He checked his wrist. It was still 5 minutes after twelve. She must have went out earlier. It wasn't possible reaching this place 5 minutes after_
"Such a sight to behold, huh?"Elton nudged his side.
Adolf frowned, turning to him. He didn't know he fancied his secretary. "You mean Miss Mason?"
Elton leaned back comfortably behind him. Meal and respect to meal forgotten as he crossed his arms on his chest. "Not Gail. The other Miss Mason." A sigh escaped his lips.
By the way he was forlornly gazing, Adolf could guess his friend knew, more of liked this Miss Mason. "You know her?"
"I love her," he easily admitted before reaching for his water to sip.
Adolf felt his cheeks stretch into a grin. He always knew his friend was a huge romantic and witnessing him in love made him happy.
Elton cast him a defeated look and shrugged. "But she doesn't even know me. She will always just be a dream to look at but I'll never talk to her, nor touch her, nor make her smile." He reached for his glass and drowned himself in water as if this will douse the lonely sighs off.
Whatever line he wished to say, Adolf swallowed them down. He knew that if his friend will come around, he'd tell him when he's ready. Besides, what did he know to advise him if he asked? Turning back to the ladies, his grey eyes smoldered with wide blue ones. As if in a trance, both pairs didn't flicker away as fast as they usually did. With a small frown, he nodded her way and Miss Gail nodded back with a more visible frown.Guess she didn't expect to see him here too.
"You know, you'd look good together." Elton prodded.
He silently regarded his friend for his meaning.
Elton pointed back at the ladies' table. "Gail."
Adolf didn't respond. He understood what his friend was implying but he clearly wasn't interested.
Elton turned back to the ladies. "She's the only one who put up with you for this long."
Adolf stretched his legs, ready to get bored but retained his calm demeanor.
"Either they got pregnant, found a better job or just AWOLed on you. Working with you isn't actually that bad but I am your only friend so I expect the way you'd treat me is different. I don't know about your secretaries. Maybe they're too soft_"
"Or I'm just too cold, huh?"
Elton grinned. "And arrogant!"
He too grinned. "And your point is?"
"Don't you see her as a woman you could, you know, like?"
Adolf turned back to Miss Mason. Truth be told he'd been on the lookout, skeptically waiting for her to commit a mistake. "She's competent and professional. She doesn't... I don't find a reason to fire her and she appears to be satisfied because she's still there." He answered in a matter-of-fact tone.
He could see the laughter in his friend's eyes but he suppressed it. With a small smile, Elton said. "Don't you at least find her desirable? She used to be your kind of woman back in the days."
Adolf stared at Miss Mason, truly focusing on her. Blonde hair. Small nose. Pert mouth, uncouth and forward. She's giggling, rather cutely if was being honest. How come he only realized that just now? Right, he never paid attention. Even to her plush brsts, rounded and full as they try to spill out of her white ladies' dress shirt.
He never saw that? His left brow rose as some dormant body part took a stirring the fabric of his black pants.
His kind of woman. Elton's comment rant out. He turned to his friend as a long cringe-worthy smile stretched across his cheeks.
"A b***r, huh?"
Adolf cleared his throat, adjusting on his seat. "Just a stir."
Elton chuckled offering him his own glass of water. He drowned it. "How long has it been since you were held by a woman?"
Adolf thought for a moment. Ever since he took the CEO seat? Not entirely a celibate but it's been long since the last one.
"By the look on your face, it's been long. You need those woman hands again to soften you up a little."
He gave it a thought. Isn't it going to be the other way around with a woman's touch? Harden him?"
"She's looking at you," Elton whispered.
He lifted his eyes to her. Her blue orbs were troubled. Her bottom lip in between her teeth. He could almost hear her soft breathing. Her hands mindlessly laid down on the table, beside her thighs, landing to her lap. His eyes witnessed how she crossed her left leg over her right, in an attempt- if he's not wrong- to squeeze herself. Goodness! Was she thinking what he thinks she was thinking? His eyes shot up, in time for her to look back at him with a timid, and womanly smile. There was something else aside from trouble in her eyes. There was definitely something else. A plea. A breathless and needy plea.
He sat upright. Damn it was hard!
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