So how did it all begin? I hear you scream out at me. Well to be honest I don't know, it all happened so fast and now I'm in a really odd place in my life – but I'll get to that later. First I have to explain what has happened, maybe it'll help me clear it all up in my head. Maybe it won't.
I got to work at half nine and settled in with a coffee for a slow day with lots of gossiping with the three other people on with me. I work in a large complex with about thirty shops scattered about. We sell really expensive gifts and old people fall over themselves to buy things for people who won't appreciate them. It was this morning when I met Clive. I'm used to the mal guards that we have, they're Neanderthal but harmless. Clive however looked as if he might have at least one brain cell. He came in, radio in hand, short auburn hair, uniform and a smile.
"Morning Clive." My colleague said. "How are we today?"
"Fine thanks, and you?" He leant on the desk and made a big deal of looking me up and down but trying to hide it badly. My colleague said he was fine and then asked if he'd met me. "No, I don't think I've had the pleasure."
"Hi." I took over. "I'm Clarice."
"Clarice?" He looked amused.
"No Hannibal jokes please."
"You get them a lot?"
"Far to much." I grinned. He smiled and looked away. I excused myself to go help a customer and he left. I thought nothing more of it until later that day when my colleague decided to tell my boss that he liked me. "What do you mean?!" I asked, shocked.
"He's after you." My colleague – Jim – said. " Can't you tell?" I shook my head numbly. "He's been past at least six times today and he's always looking in."
"Pah. That means nothing!" I waved it off, feeling myself getting a bit flustered. "Plus I'm new, he's probably just remembering me." They both raised an eyebrow at me and I frowned.
I tried not to think about it that day, there was no way I wanted to start to lust after another guy. I had had a traumatic break-up from Jason, my ex. He had been bullying and controlling and I wanted a break from men for a month or two. Not that I was scared or didn't trust men, I wanted to be in control for once, make the decisions, especially about my own body. What Jason had done – and made me do – still made my stomach knot at the thought. There was no way I was going into something blind. Not this time.