In the world of
Blue: A short story
by Jennifer Hill
“Come on over here.” Billy said with that smile that I can never seem to resist. It is all getting very complicated to hide despite our stringent no dating people at work policy. I know he is my supervisor, but how bad could it be, after all, it has been a while for me and where else am I supposed to meet “good” men?
I walk over to him and lean over his desk so he can just see the cleavage of my breasts and the delicate lace of my bra. I want to excite him. I could never turn down something I knew I shouldn’t be doing. Billy smiles and writes on a post-it pad on his desk “Meet me at 8:00 -- Desmond Trios.” I wink at him and smile. “I will be sure to get that done Mr. Catalano.” I say loud enough so those around us think I am here on official business. Then I intentionally knock a file off his desk and bend over to pick it up, so he can see the length of my legs and my thighs, but not everything he wants.
We have been having this secret relationship for months, and really, I must say that I have been much more excited about getting to work on time in the mornings and staying late to work on “projects.” Really, my productivity is through the roof and Billy’s boss, the old codger Mr. Pack, sent me an email commending me on my enthusiasm and dedication to Trunk & Liberstein Attorney’s at Law.
Here is how it all began. I’ll give you the short version, a summation, as they would call it around the ole Law Library. I was out on a break, and I had been eyeing Billy for quite some time. Secretly fantasizing about what he might look like in the morning naked and next to me. Well, there I was enjoying the sun beating on my face and the nicotine coursing through my veins when who should walk up and strike up the proverbial “great weather we’re having” conversation. I could barely breathe, let alone talk, but somehow managed to eek out what apparently passed as a conversation and the next thing you know we have lunch plans to talk over a big case I am researching. One thing led to another and 2 weeks later, my fantasy was a reality!
I think I am falling in love with this man. I mean he is something else. Have you ever had eight orgasms in one night. Let me tell you, it is exhausting and exhilarating, and when you get it, you don’t want to let it go. Not to mention Billy is taking the BAR exam next month, and that doesn’t put the future Mrs. Catalano in too bad a position either.
I have run through the scenario a million times in my head. We have talked pretty seriously lately and I think that tonight is the night that Mr. Catalano is going to pop that question I have been waiting to hear for 28 years 7 months and 16 days!
I spend the rest of my day thumbing through books of cases and generally playing out the night in my head about a thousand different ways. I already know exactly what I am going to wear. I know this may sound silly, but I bought this dress about 3 months ago. Don’t laugh! I bought it when I first felt like this guy might be THE guy. Anyway, it is blue. Not an obnoxious bright blue or a virginal pale blue, but that blue that almost matches my eyes and sings, I want you to want me. It is fitted in all the right places and I have been eating my Special K and doing my Tae Bo every day so I fit it in all the right places. I even bought a Wonder Bra from Victoria’s Secret that is almost the same blue as the dress, and of course the thong was on sale, so I bought it too.
I realize I may have gone a bit overboard, and maybe I am a bit over anxious. But I want to look perfect tonight. Billy told me last week that he really wanted to talk to me and that he had a surprise for me. He said it in that nervous sweaty-palm way, and I just know this has to be THE date!
I get home at about 5:45pm and practically rip the clothes off my body. I turn on the hot water and fill up the garden tub in my trendy oversized bathroom in my trendy oversized (and over priced) luxury, you-must-be-a-yuppie apartment. I pour some lavender and chamomile bath soak into the water and slide into this soothing concoction for a 30 minute beauty bath.
After the bath, I shower off and hop out of the tub. My nerves are all going crazy and I can barely think straight enough to put moisturizer on my face. I dry my hair and curl it into ringlets and pile it on my head so it cascades softly touching my shoulders. Just the way Billy likes it.
By 7:15pm I am dressed and ready to head out the door. I stare into the mirror one last time. I should really take a picture of myself. I am not vain or conceited, but DAMN I look good! I grab my bag and my keys and out the door I go.
I pull up into the parking lot of Desmond Trios at 7:55pm. I am always early, but at least I have time to order a Tangurey and Tonic to calm my nerves. The butterflies in my stomach are starting to take over, and I feel like I am going to explode into a million tiny pieces all over the bar.
While sipping, o.k. gulping, down my drink I peruse the people waiting at the bar to be seated. A lovely older couple that must have been married a thousand years or so, a beautiful brunette and her just as beautiful date who look nervous and awkward like it is their first date. Then I spot this gorgeous man in an Armani. His hair is that perfect sun-kissed blonde and very trendy and messy all at the same time. He has a nice jaw, and I can’t help but imagine a washboard stomach to match the broad shoulders. I catch his eye momentarily and suck on my straw seductively. I have to close my eyes just for a second to keep the visions of sex in a cabana on the Ivorie Coast from creeping too far into my head.
I open my eyes and Billy walks into the bar. It is 8:05, late as usual. He smiles and motions for me to come over. He looks a little nervous and his tie is crooked, but I don’t care tonight. Especially since I already finished my drink.
I stand up and he sees me for the first time. He still looks very nervous, but pleased none the less. He kisses me gently on the cheek and then on the mouth, and we proceed to the hostess stand.
“We have an 8:00pm reservation,” Billy says to the hostess.
“Right this way Mr. Catalano.”
We sit down in the plush seats, and Billy orders us drinks.
“You look fantastic tonight, Kelly.”
“Thanks, Billy, so do you.”
Then the very good looking man approaches us. I notice him getting close to the personal space barrier of the table. I think randomly that he is coming over to talk to me, but I notice Billy glance at him and non-verbally communicate that he should leave us alone. The man quickly turns toward the restroom, and my focus returns to Billy. After all, this night is going to change my life.
“There is something I have wanted to tell you for a very long time, Kelly. I just haven’t known how to bring it up or what your reaction would be.”
“Billy, you know you can tell me anything” I manage to say, but I feel like I am watching the scene from outside of myself, and I can’t quite be sure if the words are coming out, or I am just imagining them. The room looks fuzzy through these out of body eyes, and I have to force myself to focus.
“I don’t quite know how to say this. Can you excuse me for a minute?”
“Sure. What’s wrong?” I say this because I am sensing a weird vibe from Billy, and I am not sure what it is. He is the smooth type, and I never imagined him being so nervous to ask me a question to which I would so obviously answer yes.
He walks away toward the bathroom and he is gone for what seems like hours. I finish another drink while he is out, and by this time, I am feeling pretty good but I can still feel my heart beating about a mile a minute in my chest. In fact that is about the only thing I can hear.
Finally, Billy walks back toward the table. I don’t even notice but the good looking man from earlier is behind him. Billy has sweat along his beautiful brown hairline, and I am somewhat tickled that he is so nervous about asking me.
He sits down and to my surprise, the good looking man I was just fantasizing about sits down too. I think for a split second that this is all getting a little strange, and then Billy says:
“Kelly, I want you to meet Matt.”
Copyright©2000 Jennifer Hill