I can't remember too much about what I did at work. I was on cloud nine and the whole afternoon was all a blur. Hope I did not make any wrong diagnosis or gave a wrong script to a patient! I could not wait to get home and ring Des.
I was initially disappointed that he did not make the move and entice me to have sex with him, not that I needed much persuasion at all from what I felt at that moment. In fact, I was about to make my own moves when he stopped me.
He wanted to be romantic. As I was leaving he said something to the effect that 'we should probably go on a date or two.' The idea started to make sense to me. It was exciting too. It took me back to the days being a teenager.
I really did not have any such romantic relationships when I was that stage, but always fantasised about it like any other girl of my age. Strict Christian upbringing and being focused on studies at school and later in university did not give me much time for anything. I have to confess that I did have a few admirers especially at uni who tried their best to get close to me. But soon they realised that they were wasting their time.
My romance with Stephen was not a whirlwind sort you read in romantic novels. We were both working together and it was a kind of marriage of convenience for both us, one could say. It may sound weird for those of you who believe in love and all that jazz. Of course there was a mutual attraction, physical as well as intellectual, and the realisation of shared common values; once that was established, the rest was just a formality.
Thus, you could understand the excitement I was getting my self into. One does not have to be young to have such feelings. We oldies are also capable of romance!
I was just finishing my work and my secretary Jen came in with a bag full of groceries. Oh shit. I clean forgot about the stuff I left in Des's kitchen fridge.
"A man dropped this bag to be given to you. He did not say much at all." She was looking at me for an explanation. I was lost for words. My face was blushed.
"Oh I left my grocery shopping.... Thanks Jen." I changed the topic quickly to office matters and did not give her opportunity to ask me any more questions. I was certain that she suspected some thing, but I was not going to make an issue of it, at least today.
When I went to my car with the bag, I noticed a single rose along with the rest of my shopping and also a piece of paper with a phone number. How sweet and romantic and also how thoughtful to give me his phone number which I did not ask for before I left. When I was sure that Jen was not watching me, I took the rose and smelt the sweet fragrance. My mind instantly went back to the hour of bliss I had with Des at his place.
I could not wait to reach home. Dumped the shopping in the fridge and quickly changed into more comfortable attire. I know Steve was going for some hospital meeting and won't be back for another couple of hours. I was not hungry either but was keen to get on the phone and ring him. I took the rose in my hand and slipped into my bed and rang him. I was very apprehensive to be honest. He answered on the first ring.
"I knew it will be you," he said even with out waiting for me to say hello.
"Oh were you waiting for a phone call from your girl friend were you. Sorry to disappoint you," I teased him.
Before he could even ask me, I said, "Thank you for the lovely rose. It is beautiful."
"A rose for a rose"
"I never knew you were a sentimental person. The Des I knew was a different one."
"How about you, you have changer too. It was not the old Kim I knew of who was purring in my arms this afternoon."
He got me there. I was a prime and proper to the extent of being prude when I knew him.
"I have every reason to behave that way. You were so irresistible"
"I know that, and I was always like that but you never noticed it before"
We kept bantering each other for sometime. It made me relax. Talking to him became very natural. We asked about each others day or what was since we met earlier. Steve never talks to me about work. I was able to talk to Des about the patients and had a bit if whinge too. He was a patient listener.
"I was thinking about what you said about us going on a date"
"And..."
"I think it is a great idea. In fact excited about it..."
"I am so happy that you feel that way. I was wondering whether I blew the whole thing."
He was referring to him stopping me from placing his hands on my boobs.
"I was a bit disappointed to be honest. But, I am happy that we did not go any further today. It will be really good for us to go out and enjoy each others company before we go any further."
I could not believe that we were talking openly about the relationship in such a mature manner. I know mostly people if they had a passion for each other like we had, they would not have held back.
I continued. "My whole body was aching for you and all you had to do was to lift a finger, I would have been yours"
"Hey it was not easy for me either. I had to try my level best from stopping my little fella making a mess of himself!"
"I did notice him too, but he was not that little from what I saw!"
"Hey we better stop it now before we got too excited. Otherwise when Steve comes home you are going to rip his clothes off and rape him before he knew what was happening."
"I don't think he is going to be that lucky, tonight or for that matter in the near future."
"Why, if I may ask?" He was curious.
"I am saving myself for a special person in my life"
