Gloves

 

“lets book a room for tonight…”



My blood buzzed with a small tingle at the thought of the evening reunion with that person. If ever a more wrong person for my nerves these days it was him. It had been for 6 years now. Silence dominated our one-night relationship. 

He came as usual at 8 pm by my office, waiting for me by the entrance. Showing the fact that he was waiting for me. The part time girl brushed by him, uttering a stumbled apology as she blushed and made her way towards me. She kept looking back at him, smiling stupidly in response of his lusty grin. I thought she would bump into me, yet she avoided the collision by an inch. 

“The copies you aaa asked for…”

I took the papers she handed me and smiled politely, urging down an impulse of smacking her. When all the others had left the office he finally entered and swiftly passed every desk towards me. I stared at him coldly. 

“Let’s book a room for tonight. You know I’m not comfortable at your place.”

“Why, then, don’t you try having your own apartment here, hmm?”

He grinned and placed his bottom on my desk, on top of some papers I would have inevitably needed later on. I continued with my tapping at the computer, ignoring him.

“You do the cooking tonight. We’ll have the thing at your place then. But be sure that hag of a neighbour doesn’t stress us at the perfect moment.”

I threw him a disgusted look. 

There he was, my master for this one night that repeated its self several times a year. What one did for the sake of having privacy? In one word, I worked. His attire made me dizzy: a half pink half black tie hung by his strong neck, a green lizard shirt came from underneath a red leather jacket, and his jeans… some dog must have really hated him, leaving all those holes in mostly inappropriate places. I was thankful that he wore his lingerie this time. 

This boy knew something he shouldn’t, and made me pay for the silence. each such “date” he would tell me that I was getting faster and faster to clearing it up. 

“So don’t show me that ugly face anymore.”

He was one inch taller than I was, yet 3 years younger. Every night we came together his eyes changed colour from light blue to a vicious glowing grey, lost in spasms I created in his every limb with the attention of a surgeon. That was when he fascinated me. His powerful body transformed, without loosing its strength, into an obedient lover, waiting for the next touch, for the next hurtful intrusion in his body. He gave nothing in return. He just waited to be taken, thing I always poked him with in his most happy moment. Curiously, even if he disliked having it said to his face, he never changed that. 

When I woke up, bothered by the fact that the alarm never rang, I found him still sleeping on the floor. That was another thing about him that would have driven every woman crazy: he never slept in the same bed as his partner. But then again I didn’t expect anything to be normal with him.

I was late.