Steven Basic

Post 281: Thinking About Her

Added 2022-08-18 10:49:48 +0000 UTC

I’d gotten to work a bit late that Friday, having been exhausted from yesterday and sleeping for more than twelve hours. The office, once I finally made it downstairs from my room, was abuzz with energy. Though my schedule didn’t start ‘til eleven, Vida and Morgan were seeing patients; the girls wanted to take it easy on me, I guess. And so here I was in my office, sipping on the glass of warmed-up milk Melissa had left for me along with a note. She was sorry to have to miss our Friday meeting, occupied in the other wing helping sort out some things with the construction teams. She’d be there most of the day. Huh, that’s too bad, I thought. I’d been looking forward to seeing her. The world seemed emptier, and definitely colder, without the idea of her being around. I shivered, in fact, despite the warm milk and despite the suit jacket I wore over my too-large button-down shirt. Had someone turned down the heat? I found myself sniffing the little yellow sticky note, hoping for an extra whiff of her perfume, and beginning to thumb through her Instagram archive for maybe my thousandth time, looking for some warmth. A couple minutes in, my cock already swollen and having attracted the unconscious rubs and attention of my right hand through my khakis, a text came through from Melissa. It’s weird but if I didn’t know better I’d say she was spying on me haha, and knows she’s on my mind…

Yes, yes, I admit it: I missed her.

My day was not too busy with patients but nonetheless it went along quickly enough. I found myself always hoping I’d see Melissa when I came out of an exam room, or hear her voice down the hall. But apparently she was still tied up next door with the construction. We chatted through texts a bit; I did my best to sound flirty and funny, and asked if they needed my help or input. Nope, she said I didn’t have anything to worry about. Despite how badly I wanted to stay relaxed about the whole thing I couldn’t help but think: what in god’s name were they doing over there?? And - why didn’t they want my opinions? They were, to the best of my knowledge, building new medical suites. What sort of decisions was Melissa making that I shouldn’t at least be consulted on?? Melissa had her…ummm…better qualities. Her strengths. The abilities needed to plan out a new medical office were, I was sure, not among them.

But maybe she’d surprise me.

Anyway, thinking about her - what we did together yesterday, and the promise of what we might do together next time we could be alone - kept me from perseverating too much on all that. In the name of not sounding too eager and desperate, I held out as long as I could but by midafternoon I’d asked her, through texts, for another date…that evening in fact, if she was free. I felt my heart sink when she said she’d be “doing something” with her mom. But she told me how - what? What’s this? - Marisela was setting up a television for me in my apartment, as we spoke, that very afternoon. How did she get into my place? Why didn’t they ask me if I wanted a television? But concerns like that didn’t seem to bother Melissa too much, and apparently I was getting a free TV out of the deal…I didn’t dare ask from where. “We don’t want you to be bored!” Melissa said, apparently knowing I didn’t have a television before and probably couldn’t afford it after my devastating divorce. Great, but, still…how embarrassing was that, accepting a gift like charity? Having a girl set it up for you in your apartment?

That bothered me, a little, I guess. But as my casual conversations with Melissa went on over the afternoon, and we set up a date of sorts (I guess I’d be going out with the lot of them…)

Other things started to bother me as well. I thought back on the pictures and disturbing messages I’d gotten from Angie last night. How did she know about…all that? The intimacy Melissa and I had shared? Some of it was, like, really private stuff, and kind of embarrassing. Jesus, I remember being lifted, carried like a child, talking with her about our size differences, basically being a worshipful simp…and somehow I kinda think Angie had heard about it all. Thinking Melissa was that open about us with her friends made me uneasy, for sure. Even over the airwaves, through our text bubbles, Melissa could sense my unrest, that something was on my mind.