Muntaha al-Rayyeh
It felt like ages had passed since those long ago days.
Two whole months went by after that evening I met Fawaz, and I hadn’t heard anything from him.
Maybe he had been impressed by my hard work and willingness to stay late as my boss the Porcupine said, but something inside me kept telling me he had different intentions. He had circled around me and brushed his fingers against the back of my neck.
I began to lose hope. I told myself that he must not have liked me.
I truly wasn’t trying to be attractive to Fawaz or anyone else, but it was important to me that men found me attractive. It didn’t mean I was going to respond to their advances.
Women understand what I mean.
The day Fawaz saw me, he gave me his office phone number at the Sixth Circle building, but I didn
