I hate this summer. Warm, sultry, sticky. Everyone take their weeks off, everyone, with a bright smile on their face.
It's not my istance. I'm living with the pain in my heart.
It sounds so pathetic, I know, but you can't fancy what I mean since I haven't write down what's happening to me.
Well. I guess it isn't hard getting the picture anyway.
I've already introduced you the reason of this blog in the previous post: my boss. After long tortured deliberation I can admit that he fancies me even if it still sounds odd to me. You must know that I've a girlfriend. Our story lasts for about three years and I think I love her. She's still my first thought, but... But.
Ok, let's try to explain.
About a month ago we were working on a new underwear brand. I worked as account executive assistant in a six head stuff. He was the client director. For the first time we worked so close and I was very nervous about it. You remember? He wasn't keen on me.
I haven't worked harder before, I was so under pressure that sometimes I woke up in the middle of the night screaming.
Fortunately everything is gone ok. The underwear brand is getting people's claims and we are getting our satisfaction, but... But.
Last monday I was sitting at my desk working on my computer. My boss was in his office, the door open. He usually keeps it closed becouse he prefers work quitly but that day he was busy and he walked frequently back and forth. When he went past my desk I peeped him, I can't help it. It's just like staring at an hypnotist's swaying pendent. My thoughts started to run away from my will, they were painting a waking dream in my head. The picture was my boss in underwear.
"He probably wears black boxer" I thought "or dark gray slip. Probably he's naked under his slacks".
I was valuing this chance while a voice came into my mind from out of the silence.
"Maybe he's interested in something else, isn't it?"
He stood talking in front of me and I realized that my gaze was glued to his bulging crotch. Blushing profusely, I quickly looked up at his face. His eyes were glued to mine.
"Er...yes. No! Sorry, I've been kinda self-absorbed".
He eyed me with a piercing glance before going on with his speak.
It was so awkward. So fuckin' awkward.
I'm sure that it upset all my good job efforts. One fucking moment of weakness against a month of hard work.
I can guess that without an effective check.
I haven't meet him again since than and he's taking his summer holidays.
He's probably sailing in the blue while I'm having lot of it.