Fogged In
Eve glanced outside and realized the entire City was engulfed in fog and that she wouldn’t be able to go across town to meet with the person she’d spoken with earlier on the phone. She gathered the papers into neat piles on her desk, picked up her coat and hat, turned out the lights, and locked the office door behind her. She turned and walked quietly down the hallway and unlocked the door. She had an apartment here, she’d just never felt the need to occupy it and hadn’t done more than glance at it when they’d given her the keys. She stepped inside, flipped the lights on, and closed the door behind her.
Eve looked around more closely now, noted the fireplace, wet bar, and other conveniences, as well as the heavy security built into the place. She tossed her coat and hat on a chair, and fixed herself a drink at the wet bar. She glanced up to see a handsome young man wrapped in a towel standing behind her looking at her in the mirror.
“You’re here,” she stated matter-of-factly.
“Yes, I knew you weren’t leaving the office,” he said.
“I don’t recall giving you a key, how did you get in?” she asked, somewhat annoyed, yet at the same time pleased to have the upper hand.
He looked embarrassed, shamed.
“How dare you assume anything about me!” she snapped, “Do you think I’m some sort of toy?… an amusement of some kind?” Her heels echoed across the Italian tile floor as she came towards him.
He started to speak, “Listen, I…”
Her hand came up and slapped him hard across the face. “People lose teeth talking like that. If you want to hang around, you’ll be polite!” she hissed at him through her teeth, “And when you’re slapped, you’ll take it and like it!” She waited for him to get dressed and leave, that was the usual reaction.
Her guest didn’t leave.
July 31st, 2003 at 12:43 am
Simply awsome. daring account. I love reading your posts.