The partition between their workstations was the only barrier. She tried to catch a glimpse of him; she could if she craned her neck really hard. He had small eyes and that was nice, big eyes on a man is effeminate. Of course they are exceptions. His hair was thick and somehow seemed to promise that they would be around for a long time. She pictured her salon-manicured hands on his hair. That sent a thrill of anticipation around her spine. She liked her hands; they are the hands of a pianist, long slender and nice. Her ex bf had once told her that they were even better than her face. And surprisingly that made her blush. The first thing she had noticed about him was his hands. They were nice, nails cut squarely and the best part of all, they was no ring.
Suddenly on a whim, she opened the Photoshop pasted her photo and his from the employee photos. They made a good pair. She pasted a long flowing Victoria Secrets gown on herself and a smart tuxedo on him. Obviously that wouldn’t be what they would be wearing when they are getting married. She would be draped in a crimson kancheepuram sari and he would be in a white mundu if he wanted. She suspected that he was a Punjabi but he had no ‘singh’ attached to his name. But her source had told her that he was. Then it would be a Punjabi wedding. And if she really saved and cut down on all her manicures and pedicures and not take that vacation to Malaysia, she could afford a Tarun Tahiliani lehenga. She was finally getting married. She always believed that anybody could get what they wanted.
Opportunity is sometimes difficult to grab and she waited for the kill. She always noted that during lunch hour when everyone else was out or in the pantry, he was in his seat.
She decided to slowly sneak on him from behind and sensuously plant a kiss on his neck. It was daring and it was just the thing to do for a woman who knew what she wanted. At exactly 1, 0clock when the seats started getting empty, she applied and reapplied the straw berry lip balm. Her hands felt clammy and throat really dry. She slowly sneaked on him and grabbed him . AWWWWWWW…..he yelped with a jerk Their eyes met for the first time. He looked violated and was shaking. Ashamed at herself, she looked at the wall and her eyes caught his computer screen. Two men lip locked passionately.
It was her first day in office after her vacation. She had put the incident behind her. Time heals all. It began with the routine. A trip to the loo . Then to the coffee machine. And since she was really early, a cursory reading of the office message board. But someone was earlier. And there it was pasted clearly a colour print out of her in her Victoria secrets gown and him in the tuxedo. And somebody had carefully drawn an unmistakable moustache on her beaming face.