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And they began again…
Kelly, Kevin, Roger
He called her name, “Kelly,” his tone, indifferent, lacking any hints of specifics. She looked up at him, lifting her eyelids slowly, to then blink slowly, batting her eyes ever so softly. “Yes?” she answered.
It was all very well planned; the way she lifted her head, her eyes and especially the softness of her voice. Unbeknownst to him, she was, sending discrete signals and messages of passion, secretly seducing him, as she often did.
“Can you come with me outside? I need to ask you something.”
“Why can’t you ask me here?”
“Because it’s private and there are way too many ears around.”
“Alright, lead the way.”
She followed him out of the cramped hospital office the therapists used to pass the time and into the smaller locker room a couple of doors down. She wondered what was on his mind and why he needed the privacy of the locker room to discuss his thoughts. They were colleagues, only seeing one another at work. Their interaction consisted of nothing more than casual conversation, laughs and the occasional flirtatious brush of a hand on the shoulder or arm.
“What’s up?” she asked. “Oh. Nothing” he answered, but she knew it wasn’t nothing...it was definitely something. Trying to make sense of it all in the tiny space, her thoughts digressed for a moment. Their locker room would’ve been the perfect setting for one of those cheesy soap opera scenes full of unnecessary passion and steamy kisses. So, if they were on set and he suddenly threw her against the lockers and begin to kiss her neck while confessing his undying love for her, it’d just all be apart of the script. But she knew that men in real life weren’t as fearless as the ones on television, so the chance of that episode playing out in the room was less than ‘slim to none’.
She felt weird, being alone in the room with this man. He seemed different, nothing like the ‘cool co-worker guy that’s kinda cute’ category she put him in.
His presence was much stronger than usual. His eyes were sharper, more intense, and that’s when she noticed how closely he stood in front of her. Totally caught off guard by this new man, she was nervous. The once naughty, flirtatious co-worker she had usually been, had disappeared.
Unsure of what was transpiring, she tried to keep her shaky knees still and not jump to any unclear conclusions. She couldn’t recall the last time a man approached her, so the possibility of her mistaking and misreading nonexistent signals was highly possible.
“Nothing? What do you mean, ‘nothing’? Why would you bring me in here if-”
He stepped even closer to her. Her heart jumped out of her chest, and clear across the room. In that second, every professional and platonic line had been crossed and there was no going back.
He grabbed the nape of her neck, pulling her toward him and kissed her. He kissed her with an open mouth full of passion and he did it well. At just the right time, his lips went from her lips to her neck as his hands slipped down the thin cotton scrub uniform she wore stopping inside the convex curved small of her back. She moaned, lifting his head and began to kiss him again.
They kissed, eyes open, fully aware of their actions. She held on to him tightly and with the feeling of her embrace, he lifted her up into the air. Blocking out the voice of her mother’s admonitions and lectures on morals, she wrapped her legs tightly around his back. His strength was wonderfully startling. For a second they shared a smile and with that affirmed their naughty behavior in the hospital locker room.
They began to kiss again, but their mouths, deeply entangled, drowning in rough passion and desire quickly came apart at the sound of laughter and conversation on the other side of the door.
She gasped, as her feet found the floor. He chuckled at the cute expression of innocent angst etched on her face and assured her that there was no need to worry. He kissed her again, but this time gently, and slowly.
Still a little apprehensive, she melted into his arms once again. Even though, kissing him felt great, she couldn’t keep her mind from racing. The faux close call that had interrupted their clandestine moment of ecstasy left her a little shaky. All sorts of thoughts bombarded her brain, hindering her from fully enjoying the ‘sexual chocolate’ she embraced. “What if someone walks in?” “What if my mother walks in?” “OH MY GOD! What would Jesus do?” and with that thought came the guilt she had until now successfully ignored. She secretly spewed a couple of words out to God, something like a prayer, asking him to stop this if it were wrong. Foolishly hoping the Lord hadn’t heard her phony plea; she pulled away from his soft lips to take a deep breath. He asked if she was okay and with her nod they began to kiss again.
“What was that?” she asked.
“What was what?”
“I heard something.”
“I think it was one of the locks on the lockers.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” he whispered. “Don’t worry sweetie,” whispering even softer, “relax.”
As she proceeded to step toward him, the sound of the door’s coded keypad alerted them of the imminent entrance of a colleague or two into the room. Frazzled, they quickly stepped apart from one another. She was terrified and had no idea of what to say to justify their presence in the room together.
“Guess God wasn’t too happy with me.” She thought. “Why did He have to answer that silly prayer? It wasn’t even sincere. Aren’t there starving children somewhere on this planet?”
The door opened and the person, their colleague was indeed surprised to find them inside.
Entering the room, he greeted them saying, “Hey guys.” Together, they responded, “Hey Roger.”
“Kelly,” Roger began, “watch out for this guy. Kevin may be all lamb on the outside, but he’s pure wolf on the inside.” The three shared a laugh together.
Kelly warily hoped that Roger was oblivious to the tension she felt in the room. She knew all to well how news traveled around the hospital, and would be devastated if this got out. Interrupting her worry, the voice of Kevin sounded. He turned to her and said, “So, yeah, the earrings you have on now would be perfect for my sister’s birthday present. I love the way they circle inside themselves. What are they called?” “These?” Kelly, still a little frazzled, touched her earrings and once cognizant of what dangled from her ears said, “These are called The Swirls.” “The Swirls?” “Yeah, the Copper Swirls.” “Ok. Well, I’ll take those and I guess you can give me your business card and I’ll look you up on the web.” “Sure. Let me get that card for you.”
Before Kelly turned to find her locker, she quickly gave Kevin a smile, her new hero, and he winked at her in return.
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