“He seems nice,” I say to Alex. My heart definitely sinking now at the loss of contact from Simon.
“Yeah, he’s okay,” Alex says, leading me back to the computer chair and bringing up the scheduling application he’d started to show me when Simon arrived.
“But, he’s a bit of a ladies’ man,” Alex continues. “Kind of a playboy. So...just be careful.”
I nod to Alex but, all the same, can’t help but feel a rush of excitement spread over me, even at this news. I’ve never been a playboy’s object of affection before.
Men like that usually steer clear of innocent, conservative-looking girls like me. The idea that this man, Simon, has openly flirted with me and, what’s more, made Alex jealous by doing so is an enticing prospect.
And I find that I can’t stop thinking about what will happen when Simon and I meet again.
*****
Simon and I meet again. And again and again over the past two weeks. It seems every day, he finds some reason to keep me for extended periods in his office.
It’s almost always banal work. Taking memos for other employees or filing reports for him. I’ve come to the conclusion that he mostly uses it as an excuse to talk to me.
He’s always asking about how I’m getting along in my new job, what it was like knowing Alex when he was a teenager, what my hobbies are, what I studied in school, things like that.
I answer as honestly as I can and try my best not to sound either too chatty or too cold. I’ve honestly never been in a position wherein I am physically attracted to my boss and I’ve never been very good at flirting either. I suppose it’s an insecurity that comes from years of being less than beautiful.
Once I did finally grow into my looks and become slim in college, I had no idea what to do with myself. Fortunately, Simon does not have this problem.
Indeed, he often brazenly flirts with me.
It’s been nothing too obscene so far. Just little things like telling me how pretty I look in a dress I’m wearing, or how nice it is to walk in and see my lovely face in the morning. Once he asked me if I had a boyfriend.
“No,” I answered, “I’m taking a little bit of a break from dating right now.”
“On behalf of the single men of the world,” he’d said, “I beg you to reconsider. It’s a real loss for us to have a beautiful girl like you taken out of the dating game.”
I think I might have giggled at that. I also think I was appalled with myself for not coming up with a witty reply.
While I see Simon a good deal over the next two weeks, I’m disappointed that I see Alex hardly at all. He’s always rushing to meetings or encased in his office working on some project.
He says hello to me in the mornings and good evening to me as he leaves the office for the day. But, so far at least, that’s about the extent of our interaction.
That’s why I’m surprised when, at two o’clock in the afternoon, I see him walk through the doors of the office and not into his office, but straight to my desk.
“Hey Evie,” he says to me. “The job still treating you okay?”
“It’s fine,” I answer, brightly. “Really good, actually.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” he says. Then he stands beside my desk, looking slightly awkward as though unsure what to say. This is a little bit confusing for me because, I’m sure he’s never been awkward or unsure with me before.
“I...um...I just came from Gabe’s office,” he says quickly as though it were the first thought to come to his head. “He’s just got done designing this new software development program. We think it’s ready for testing.”
“That’s great,” I say. “I’m sure he’s happy.”
“Yeah,” Alex answers. “Now I’ve just got to break the news to Simon.”
For some reason, he looks more than a bit unsettled at this prospect.
“Well, Simon’ll be happy, won’t he?” I say. “I mean, new software’s always good for the company, right?”
“In theory,” Alex says, “but, truth be told, Simon’s never liked your brother much. And, I’m sure you know Gabe doesn’t care much for him.”
I have heard Gabe make some snarky remarks about Simon before around my parents’ dinner table. But, I decide it’s best not to mention that to Alex.
“Well, I’m sure it’ll be fine,” I say. He nods and, with a small smile, I move my eyes back down to my computer thinking that’ll be the end of the conversation. I expect to see him go back to his office.
He doesn’t. Instead, he continues to stand awkwardly beside my desk. I keep my head down and try to focus on my work but, all the same, I’m very aware of his continued presence beside me.
I can feel my heart begin to beat quickly in my chest and I try to keep my cheeks from going pink.
“Evie?” he asks finally.
“Yes,” I answer much too quickly, whipping my head up from my desktop. The movement is so quick that I manage to hit my head on the low-hanging light fixture.
Alex gives a good-natured chuckle and I this time I can’t stop my face from going fully red with embarrassment.
“Careful with that,” Alex says. “It used to cause our temp all sorts of problems. He was probably even clumsier than you.”
“I didn’t know that was possible,” I answer trying to give him a smile. My clumsy nature has always been a sort of inside joke between me and all my friends.
“Trust me,” Alex says, “you’re not nearly as bad as you think.”
I have no idea what that’s supposed to mean. But, I smile and try to take it as a compliment. At least he looks more relaxed now.
“Listen, Evie,” he says, “I was wondering. Are you...doing anything tomorrow night?”
“I don’t have any plans, why?” I ask as casually as I can with my heart hammering in my chest and a sound like bells ringing in my ears.
“I just thought—”
Alex is interrupted and I jump when the door to Simon’s office opens and he walks out to my desk. I look up at Alex who has stopped midsentence and now glances, pale-faced at Simon, as though terrified of the older man.
“Evie,” Simon says, “can I see you in my office for a minute? I need you to write a memo for me.”
I look to Alex, secretly hoping that he’ll finish what he was saying before Simon whisks me away. Simon follows my gaze and he looks at me and Alex for a moment.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was interrupting,” he says looking at Alex. I can now see a slightly smug smile forming on his lips as though he has just beaten Alex at some sort of game.
“Don’t worry about it,” Alex says. He’s trying to sound dismissive but, I can tell he’s disappointed. “I can talk to you later, Evie.”
“Okay,” I answer before standing from my chair and following Simon into his office.
“Close the door, please,” he says once I’m inside. I do. When I turn around, I expect to see Simon sitting at his desk as usual.
He’s not there. Instead, he’s moving towards me. There’s a strange look in his eyes and, for some reason, I find myself frozen to the spot in fear.
“What were you and Alex talking about?” he asks. The question sounds casual but, I can see a look in his eye that I’ve never seen before. It feels almost predatory.
“Oh, we were just talking about Gabe,” I answer only half honestly. “He’s having a good day, apparently.”
Simon smiles at me as though he knows I’m not telling the whole truth.
“He likes you,” Simon says. “You know that, don’t you?”
“You...you mean Alex?” I ask becoming more and more nervous the closer Simon comes to me. “We’re just friends. We’ve always just been friends.”
“Maybe that was true when you were younger,” Simon says, now coming so close to me that I can feel his breath on my face. “But, now things have changed. You’ve changed, haven’t you Evie?”
He’s very close to me now. I’m trying to think of something relatively
intelligent to say. Instead, I’m opening and closing my mouth like a fish. Finally, something comes to me.
“If...if you’re worried about me and Alex keeping things professional—” I begin.
“Don’t worry, Evie,” Simon says. He’s smiling at me and while we’re closer to each other than we’ve ever been, he doesn’t move any closer. “I’m not worried about being professional. In fact, I would be a little worried if Alex didn’t notice you. You are a beautiful woman.”
He reaches his hand out to me and lightly strokes my hair. I can smell the cologne he is wearing, wafting from his wrist. He smells amazing and as I look up into his dark eyes, I realize what might be about to happen. Butterflies erupt in my stomach as Simon does indeed take my cheek in his palm.
When I feel his thumb move over my cheek, I involuntarily close my eyes. I know I shouldn’t give into this.
I try to remember Alex, what he was about to ask me before Simon got a hold of me, but then, I feel Simon close the small gap between us and put his lips on mine.
His lips are every bit as warm and soft as I imagined they would be. Before I know it, I’m kissing him back.
But, just as I begin to respond, I hear the door to the office open. Immediately I jump away from Simon and turn to see Alex.
I feel heat rush up my face as I turn to look at him. He stares back at me. His eyes aren’t wide. He doesn’t look shocked or embarrassed.
Instead, his lips are pursed closed and his face has once again gone pale. I can see an entirely forced, neutral expression in it.
Behind his green eyes is something else. Something that looks very much like hurt.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” he said quietly, “I just wanted to talk to Simon about the new software design.”
“Don’t worry, you’re not interrupting. I’m free to talk now,” Simon says easily moving from me over to his desk, “Evie, thanks. You can close the door on your way out.”
He sits down behind the desk and barely lifts his eyes to look at me. It’s as if nothing happened at all. As if all Alex interrupted was Simon dictating some memo to me.
I open my mouth, but no words come out. Instead, I nod slowly and rush out the door. Just before I make it out, I catch Alex’s eyes.
That hurt look is still there as he returns my gaze. I can see little pools of water settling in as though he’s about to cry. I put my head down and rush out of the door and back to the safety of my desk.
I take two deep breaths as I try to work through what’s just happened. It’s all a little bit of an emotional blur. My heart beats in a too-fast rhythm and there’s still a half lustful, half embarrassed flush on my face.
I spend the rest of the day in a silent stupor. Wondering what on earth I am going to do now
*****
I rush into work this morning my head bowed as I make my way through the private glass doors and to my desk. I don’t think I can stand to face either Alex or Simon today. I would have no idea what to do or say or how to behave.
Right now I wish I was one of those beautiful confident girls who are always ready with the perfect witty remark or retort. They know just when to lead a man on and just when to turn him down with a self-respecting huff.
The insecure little fat girl still locked inside of my newly thin body doesn’t know these rules. I’m still not used to being flirted with. Let alone propositioned or kissed in my boss’s office.
So, I put my head down and try, as hard as I can to throw myself into my work. I find that it’s almost worked until the glass door opens and I jump.
I turn, pale-faced to see both Simon and Alex coming in together, though Simon’s at the front. That’s odd. They rarely come to work at the same time. Simon’s almost always late and Alex is usually here before I am.
All the same, I smile and try to be as natural as possible.
“Good morning,” I say a little too brightly.
“‘Morning, Evie,” Simon says with a genuine natural smile that makes me wonder how he does it. How is he able to go through something like what happened yesterday and act like everything’s fine?
“Alex and I are going to have a short meeting in my office,” Simon says. “If anyone calls for either of us, please take a message.”
“Sure,” I answer.
“Thanks,” he says barely looking at me as he strides confidently towards his office.
Alex follows. As he passes my desk he does look at me. I feel half guilty and half relieved to see him give me an awkward grimace as he passes. I feel guilty that he caught me with Simon and relieved that at least I’m not the only one feeling awkward about it.
Alex closes the door to Simon’s office behind him and I spend the next few minutes waiting. I don’t know why, but I have a feeling that this top secret meeting has something to do with me.
This is confirmed when the intercom beeps, causing me to jump again.
“Evie,” Simon’s voice calls out on the intercom.
“Yes?” I answer.
“Would you join us in here for a minute, please?”
I hop out of my seat and enter the office, my heart hammering in my chest.
Simon is sitting at his desk. Alex stands next to him, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. He is looking determinately away from me.
“Sit down Evie,” Simon says, gesturing to a chair just in front of the desk.
“Is something wrong?” I ask, slowly taking a seat. Maybe they’ve decided that it’s too complicated having me as an assistant. Maybe they decided that it isn’t worth the trouble to keep me on.
“No, nothing’s wrong,” Simon says. “We just want to have a little chat about your brother.”
“Is...is something wrong with Gabe?” I ask, shocked. “Has he done something wrong?”
“No, it’s nothing like that,” Simon answers. “It’s just...we’ve got too many designers on staff for our budget to justify right now. And, we’re going to have to let some of them go.”
“But...I thought Gabe was doing well,” I say looking to Alex who was still looking determinately away from me. “He just designed a new software program—”
“Our other two designers have done well too,” Simon says gently. “What we need is a reason to keep Gabe on over one of them.”
I look over to Alex, surprised and not a little upset that he’s not saying anything. Not sticking up for his friend. When he still doesn’t look at me, I turn, reluctantly, back to Simon.
“What does this have to do with me?” I ask. I can feel my fingers beginning to scratch nervously at the underside of my chair handles.
“Well,” Simon says. He stands and moves around the desk and towards my chair. I feel the hairs on the back of my neck begin to rise. “Given what...happened here yesterday, I think it’s safe to say that you’re attracted to me.”
This is not a question. Even if it was, I would not answer it. I stay stiff and still in my chair. Silently, I look over to Alex, hoping that he will save me from his partner.
He doesn’t say a word. But, he has raised his eyes from the floor. Now, he’s watching me and Simon, as though he’s keeping watch over us.
“And, as I said yesterday,” Simon goes on, “I know Alex is attracted to you. So, I thought that the three of us might come to a kind of… arrangement.”
“What kind of arrangement?” I ask in a small voice, forcing myself to look Simon in the eye. He gives me a good-natured chuckle and steps closer to me.
“Evie,” he says, “I think we all know the answer to that.”
To emphasize the point, he moves his hand to touch my cheek the same way he had the day before. For a moment, I think he’s going to close the gap and kiss me again. Before he can, Alex finally speaks up.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Evie,” he says, loudly giving me a chance to take a step back from Simon, “you can say no.”
“So...just to be clear…” I begin slowly looking between them, “you want me to...sleep with you?
I mean with both of you?”
“Alex and I talked it over,” Simon answers, “And, it’s something we’d like you to consider.”
“Don’t worry about it if you don’t want to,” Alex cuts in again. “You’ll still have a job if you say no. Your answer won’t change that.”
“But, if I say no,” I say moving towards the window in the room and not looking at either of them, “then, you might let Gabe go.”
“It’s a possibility,” Simon says. I hear him move towards me and I stiffen again. He puts his hands on my shoulders. “But, if you say ‘yes’, we can guarantee that both your jobs are safe.”
I move away from Simon and look over at Alex. His eyes are downcast again. He looks as confused and torn as I feel. All the same, when I think about what he and Simon are proposing ,when I think about what they’re willing to do if I say no, I can’t help but feel a swell of angry resentment towards Simon on behalf of Gabe.
Even before this moment, I could easily have pictured Simon behaving like this. Despite my attraction to him, I always knew that he had a sleazy and even slightly dangerous side.
But, Alex has been Gabe’s friend since high school. The idea that he would so easily threaten to fire him unless I agree to this ‘arrangement’ with him and his partner makes me more furious with him than I am with Simon.
Even so, I know that my brother can’t lose his job. He has a wife, and a baby on the way. They won’t be able to function if he’s not employed. I know what my answer has to be.
I send a harsh glare at Alex before steeling myself and turning back to Simon.
“Okay,” I say to him, “I’ll do it.”
*****
We agree to meet at Simon’s apartment for “drinks” late that evening. I was expected to have eaten beforehand. Simon made it very clear that this was not courtship. There would be little romantic or refined in this. It was a business arrangement.
I am to do whatever Simon or Alex wanted any time they call for me. Of course, I could break the arrangement at any time. But, as soon as I did, my brother was free to be laid off. And me too, I suspected.
So, I take a cab to the fancy apartment building on the Upper East Side where Simon lives.
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