He won’t look me in the eye now and I wonder what I said to get a reaction like the one he’s giving me.
I’m confused.
Frowning, I take a look around his office while I try to figure him out. It’s nice. The walls are a pale sandy color. His desk is wooden and looks heavy. This desk was not bought at Ikea. This was the type of desk you bought at an antique store and had re-finished. It’s clearly mahogany (La dee dah!). And I notice the whole room is neat; not a stray paper in sight. I can’t even see my desk in Safira’s store room! It’s covered in papers, stock, and trash.
Mental note; find your desk.
There are two framed photos on the mahogany bookshelf in the corner of the office.
One is of a little girl who is so beautiful, my heart aches. Her smile is pure sunshine and she is missing one of her front teeth. She has Nik’s eyes. The frame is bright pink with purple glittery butterflies around it.
Aww, cute.
The other frame is exquisite. It is thick silver with pieces of beige mother of pearl swirling through it. The photo is an old one, a family portrait it looks like. A tall, dark haired, middle aged man stands with his arms around a short but beautiful dark haired, dark eyed woman. The woman is very much pregnant. The man looks like Nik but he is pale skinned where Nik is much darker. Most importantly are the man’s eyes. They are Nik’s eyes. I’m going to take a stab and say these are Nik’s parents.
Two small girls flank the couple, hugging them both around the legs. Hugging the two girls are two young men. Looking closer at this picture I can see Max’s cheeky dimpled smile and it confirms my earlier suspicions that Nik and Max are brothers. Both girls have their mother’s eyes; both boys have their father’s eyes. All the children got their mother’s beautiful skin tone. They are all laughing and smiling.
Wow, I love this photo.
Everyone in this picture is so happy. Like, blissfully happy. I think back to Nik and wonder what happened to his happiness.
I take another look around but there is nothing else to note except a filing cabinet in the opposite corner of the room close to the door.
No more photos, nothing at all personal, nothing to suggest he has a girlfriend or wife.
Then it clicks.
His reaction to my stupid questions. And I almost burst out laughing but manage to stop it and make a choked sound instead.
He thinks I’m coming onto him!
I mean, I can’t blame him for thinking that because he is beauty defined. And now that I’ve spent some time with him I realize I had nothing to be nervous about. He seems like a nice, well-mannered guy but still a little too broody for my liking.
An idea enters my brain and before I can think about it and verbal diarrhea spews forth.
***
Tina spends a good few minutes looking around my office. Her eyes land on the family portrait which was taken a few months before Dad died.
I realize she’s looking for photos of a wife or girlfriend.
Here we go. She’s gonna make her move. I should’ve left the damn note thing alone.
Tina makes a choked noise and I look up to find her trying to hold back a smile.
Cut her loose and no one gets hurt. She’s too cute.
She is too cute. Too cute to fuck and leave, she ain’t that type. I can tell. I spend a lot of time with girls like that and they normally have the same interests as me.
Sex without strings.
My body tenses. How do I turn her down without sounding like an asshole?
Girls like Tina hurt easy. That’s why I don’t deal with girls like this.
She’s smiling a small smile and waiting for me to say something. I don’t know what to say to her, she’s nervous as it is and doesn’t need me going all asshole on her.
I start tapping my pen on the desk. I’m thinking so hard I’m sure she can see my brain moving around through my skull!