Chris was on his way back to his office when he saw Amaya in the lounge. He walked over to the fridge in search of a naked juice.
"Hey Amaya, you seen any green machines in here lately." He kept looking when he realized that he hadn't heard a response.
"Last one," he turned to Amaya. Her head was down, and it looked like she was trying to avoid eye contact. Chris heard her sniffle.
"Anything you need to talk to me about?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm just all in my feelings," Amaya said, shaking her head from side to side.
"Maybe if you talk about it, get it off your chest, you will feel better." Chris stared into her big brown eyes. Chris looked down at his watch.
"I happen to be a good listener, and I have the time, my meeting was canceled."
Amaya looked at Chris.
"Canceled?" she asked.
"Yeah, Dr. Omari was a no show. I'm actually waiting on him to get back now," Chris said.
"Where is he?" Amaya asked. Then she realized she was a little out of place.
"No idea, but back to you, so who is the guy who has you in tears?" Chris asked. Amaya just shook her head.
"I don't kiss and tell"
"Ok well let's just call him Mr. Wrong then, what did he do?
"I don't wanna bother you with my issues. It's already bad enough that I'm in this state of mind at work," Amaya said. Chris put his hand on Amaya's shoulder and said,
"It's not a bother, really.. . I know you work for us, but that doesn't mean that you can't talk to us. Especially me, You know how laid back I am."
Chris moved his hand from her shoulder to her back in a patting motion. Amaya let out a big sniffle before she softly said.
" I think he is cheating on me."
" Why?" asked Chris. Amaya shrugged her shoulders.
"You girls," Chris shook his head from side to side. "Always accusing a brother of doing you dirty, but you probably don't even have proof. Do you?"
Amaya looked at Chris confused. She wanted to tell him, I overheard him in his office fucking some trailer park trash looking bitch and because she saw him speed out of the parking lot at the same time they were supposed to go to lunch. Instead she said,
"It's a woman's intuition, I don't expect you to understand."
"No, I get it, I've heard of that before; I do have a mother and sisters." Chris looked down at his watch, and then up at Amaya. She looked so fragile to him. He looked at her caramel complected skin.
He always thought that she was an attractive young lady. Tall, slim, well proportioned, without much effort. She was always well-groomed, manicured nails and toes, hair in a bun, with side swooping bangs. He never realized how much of a natural beauty she was.
She was the quiet type that kept to herself, and she dressed in a very mature, classy way. She never showed too much skin or cleavage. Maybe that's why he had always overlooked her. Chris had always gone for the chicks who looked in his direction. The more aggressive types, the ones who needed to be the center of attention.
Always gorgeous girls, he never really dealt with anyone he couldn't show off as a trophy. Chris was kind of shallow in that department. He was a sucker for beautiful women, but not the relationship type. He had been hurt once, and never wanted to feel that type of pain again. So he didn't mind dating a girl who didn't know her left from right. Bimbos and airheads, as his mother and sisters would refer to them.
He knew that whoever he decided to put his dick into that particular night wouldn't be around for the long haul. And he was okay with that. He was really content the past few years dating various women, some one hit wonders, others who might make multiple appearances. But lately these past few months, once he hit thirty five, he was starting to feel different.
He was starting to see these chicks in a different way. They were actually starting to annoy him with their bimbo like ways. He often times wondered if it was just all for show, or if these girls seriously lived in La La Land.
