Story from previous chapter continues here -
I arrive in front of our house and Carly follows me inside to the parking area, so I can close the gate behind us. She gets out of the car and smiles pretty nervously.
"Let's go inside," I say trying to send some positive vibe towards her. But first it is important to say what happened during our meeting in the office. So here it goes -
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Only few minutes after it started she became a bit restless. It was me who did most of the talking, so she was just sitting, taking notes or adding small details to what was presented.
I paid very close attention to her movements even though I tried hard not to be noticed. Soon she was squirming, rocking back and forth in the chair. Everybody would identify that discomfort.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yes, fine," she smiled.
"It does not look like that very much."
"Well, it's fine. I just need to, you know - a little", Carly tried to play it nonchalant.
I raised my eyebrows: "A little?"
"Yes, we can continue. No problem."
To see it like this and to even talk about the topic made me very excited to say the least. I had incredibly hard time to focus on the work materials.
After a minute she crossed her legs and shifted restlessly more and more.
I was having internal argument if I should really push the topic forward. I didn't want to be creepy. On the other hand her behaviour was so open, she wanted me to notice it, to see it.
I decided to believe what Lola said last time - that there probably is something interesting on this topic for Carly.
"Will you blame me for it?" I asked interrupting the main topic of our meeting again.
"Blame for what?" she asked surprised.
"When something happens. That I did not specifically allowed you to go."
"Like in school?" she replied and grinned a little.
"Yeah, but you are free to go on your own without permission."
"I know. I am not waiting for permission."
Well, what the fuck are you waiting for then - that was the next logical question circulating in my head. But I decided to be a little less direct.
"Does it happen often?"
"What do you mean?" she asked with eyes wide open. I definitely hit a nail on the head here.
"That meetings are too long, in this direction."
She paused for a while before answering.
"Yeah, it happens. Meetings, movies, car rides. You know."
"I know?"
It was me now who was a bit surprised by the reply of the other side.
"Well I hope you are not mad that I bring it up," I could feel her be a bit more nervous saying this, "but Lola mentioned few times how you hated longer distance commuting for this reason too."
For a second I felt like I had lost the momentum in our conversation. So Lola was on one hand telling me stuff about Carly, but on the other also sharing some details from our car rides with her colleagues. I got little worried what else might Carly know about me in this direction.
Well, fuck it, I am not giving the game up.
"It is important to have good drinking regime, you know," I replied easily.
"Oh, very much. But then it leads to those situations."
I nodded in agreement. She repositioned once again in the chair and even put a hand to her crotch for a brief moment.
"Then the commuting to work and back home must be stressful for you."
"Sometimes it really is," she laughed it off.
"Well, maybe we don't appreciate enough what you sacrifice to be here every single day."
"Yeah, I am a keeper," giggled Carly.
"Company should provide you with some equipment to ease that stress," I said with a wink.
"Equipment like what?"
Now it was my turn for a short pause. I also leaned back in the chair.
"Something that would allow you to keep that important drinking regime without being stressed somebody would have to clean up the carseat."