Chris sighed deep within as he walked down the hall towards Temi’s office. That; he reflected, had been a really unsmart thing to do.
Thing was; she rubbed him off the wrong way and he did not feel a need to disguise it. Still – she was his superior and she did her job well.
Sigh. Too late now for sober reflecting.
He stopped in front of her door, moved his shoulders, settling the dark blazer before tapping on the door with the tips of his fingers. She mumbled what he assumed was a ‘come in’ and he pushed the door open.
She was still wearing the jacket, sitting behind her desk like a head mistress, head and shoulders stiff, back straight and forward. He resisted the urge to laugh and took the seat she indicated with a wave of her hand. She removed her glasses and smiled at him.
“There’s a problem Chris. I’d rather not think you’re the problem – I prefer to believe you have a problem. I have a choice to make here – I could give you a query, ask you to fill and then send you home on suspension, or I could just send you home for rest. Honestly, I would rather you went home and never came back – but the truth is you do an exceptional job and I shouldn’t allow personal conflicts get in the way of that.” She paused. “Or should I allow it, Chris?”
His eyes were fixed on the corner of her mouth. Her lips were thin but wet, somehow they contrived to look appealing in spite of their thinness. He wondered idly what it would be like to kiss her – and then wondered if she’d ever been kissed.
“I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. It’s just…” He stopped. “Yes…I think I should go home for a bit.”
Temi nodded. “And it is safe to assume you would have fixed whatever problem you’re having now by then?”
“Yeah – definitely. I cannot stay away too long.”
She nodded again and waved him away. He thought about apologizing – but he meant what he’d said to Agnes. Temi did not seem like the typical weak woman; she gave as good as she got and she was freaking smart. He just wished she was a bit more…you know; feminine.
Like Agnes. A whole lot of good that had done him.
“Hey um, I apologize. And thanks.”
She frowned at him. “I don’t like you, Chris. You’re annoying and arrogant, and a bit too full of yourself. Save your apologies for some other day.”
He bit the retort that rose to his mouth and walked out of her office.
I deserved that; he admitted, footsteps in the abandoned corridor echoing as hollowly as his heartbeats in his ears.