I thought it was too good to be true!
Me and Nigel, working together as a team. Fair enough he was acting as creepy as always,-no change there. But nothing more than that.
I had expected him to make the most of how closely we now have to work. I've been waiting for him to accost me in the lift, or rub his sweaty, polyester-covered leg up against mine under the table.
But so far; Nothing. Zip, Zilch. Nada.
Nothing, that is, until today!
He was obviously waiting to catch me off my guard.
Try it on with me? Too obvious! At least until we'd been working together for a few weeks.
So we completed on this massive project we've been putting together pretty much since my promotion. It was a huge feeling of relief and for a second, as we dotted the final 'i''s and crossed the final 't''s, I was so elated that I almost forgot who was sharing the joy with me.
Don't get me wrong: Nigel is great at his job, and credit where it's due, if it weren't for him, I doubt I would have had the slightest clue of how to go about any of it. It's just such a pity that he has to be such a sex-maniacal slime-ball!
There was a burst of excitement and high-fives were exchanged-perfectly acceptable.
Quickly I remembered who's greasy palm I was slapping and composure was resumed. Project over, I stood to gather my belongings and leave for lunch.
And that's when I felt the enormous SLAP on my arse!
I gulped first, in shock, and my brain tried to compute what signal the stinging sensation on my left butt-cheek was sending it.
Had he really just done that?
Surely this was sexual harrasment from the 70's!
I turned around and glared down at his smug mug.
"What do you think you're doing"? I almost spat, although I was trying desperately to sound like a calm, sane person and not some drama queen.
Perhaps I could have been mistaken after all?
"What"? Nigel shrugged, pretending not to know what I was talking about. "Don't be such a prude. I'm only having a little celebration of my own. Besides, I know you're up for it".
I asked him, In as calm a voice as I could muster, what the hell he meant by that?
"Well", he announced, as if he had been thinking about this for a while. "You were all over Donal Dashwood like a rash, so I take it you're well over your husband by now. Fair game, if you ask me. No point letting a hot little body like yours go to waste".
Then he grinned like the Cheshire Cat and slapped my behind once again!
I was gobsmacked! Imagine the bare-faced-cheek of him! Pardon the pun!
"I FANCIED Donal Dashwood" I did spit this time. "And I am Not 'fair game', to you, or anybody else. Pull a stunt like that again and i'll be having a cosy little chat with your wife, you old creep. And if not her, then maybe I'll file an official complaint about you! See how fair the game is then"!
With that I pulled on my jacket and began to stomp authoritatively out of the room, trying to leave with an air of dignity, even after what he had said and done.
But as I was leaving he called out to me:
"Do you really wanna risk loosing this job Ruby? After all, it is your word against mine. And I'll be honest, if I hadn't spoken up so highly for you after that disasterous interview you'd never have gotten this job. You have quite a lot to thank me for lady, and it's about time you started showing me some gratitude"!
His words made me shiver. Honestly, I've never been so shocked!
I said nothing more and left the room, but deep down I was shaking-I haven't stopped yet.
Looks like Nasty Nigel is really living up to his nick-name, and in more ways than one.
What on Earth am I gonna do now?
Nov 20, 2009
Nov 19, 2009
Part 31- Hot and Sweaty men....
Lola and I felt we needed a bit of Girl time to re-bond after the whole 'married lover' debarcle, so last night I suggested we head down to the dance club -Club Cuba- that my dad and his mistress introduced me to, for a bit of fun and frolicks.
We had the best time!
Again the place was jam-packed with a mix of men and women, young and old, and every single person was out to have a good time. We picked us out a couple of hot guys who looked like they could find their way around a dance floor, and salsa-d ourselves away to heaven!
That's the great thing about that place-it's not just full of couples wanting to improve their skills-it doesn't even seem to be a sort of singles place where you might go to pick up a date. The vibe is more chilled out: We're here to dance. That's all that matters.
You can dance with as many people as you like, or stay with the same partner all night, no strings attached, and nobody takes offence or takes it too seriously! I've never experienced anywhere like it!
I danced with Jose, a beautiful Spaniard who certainly taught me a thing or two! He had a fantastic body and was most definately born with rhythm! He knew every move, every beat. Lola danced with his friend Nico, who was equally brilliant. After a while another guy cut in and asked me to dance with him. Under normal circumstances I'd be self concious about how hot and sweaty I'd become after several energetic spins around the floor, but here, no one seems to care!
So I did a Rhumba with Richard, and a Cha cha cha with Charlie. Lola didn't give her married guy a second thought as she twirled and whirled with a string of hot, hot men. And that's another thing-all the men (well, apart from some of the older ones-like my dad) are really HOT!
We were like kids in a sweet shop!
Our tongues were literally hanging out!
And not just from exhaustion!
"This place is amazing"! I heard Lola scream at one point, as Mario the Italian spun her around in a triple loop! And all the while the band kept belting out latin tunes and the dance floor remained at full capacity.
When we were so worn out that we could dance no more we opted out for a sit down and a Mojito. And a spy on all those who were still going strong. There was great viewing!
"I'm glad we're friends again", Lola told me as we took our first thirst-quenching sip of refreshing lime.
I nodded. I was glad too. No matter how I felt about her morals, I couldn't exclude Lola from my life. She was too important to me.
Besides, I was starting to see that sometimes the affair doesn't cause the breakdown of a marriage. Sometimes the affair comes after the marriage has broken down. And the 'other' person can't always be to blame.
Except in the case of MY marriage, obviously.
So we went our seperate ways, exhausted but happy. Lola, to dream about her lover, and wish he was with her then, and not his wife.
And me? To be glad that I'm young, free and single, and able to enjoy nights like that whenever I fancy. Oh, and perhaps Jose might pop up in my dreams somewhere too! Well, you never know.....
We had the best time!
Again the place was jam-packed with a mix of men and women, young and old, and every single person was out to have a good time. We picked us out a couple of hot guys who looked like they could find their way around a dance floor, and salsa-d ourselves away to heaven!
That's the great thing about that place-it's not just full of couples wanting to improve their skills-it doesn't even seem to be a sort of singles place where you might go to pick up a date. The vibe is more chilled out: We're here to dance. That's all that matters.
You can dance with as many people as you like, or stay with the same partner all night, no strings attached, and nobody takes offence or takes it too seriously! I've never experienced anywhere like it!
I danced with Jose, a beautiful Spaniard who certainly taught me a thing or two! He had a fantastic body and was most definately born with rhythm! He knew every move, every beat. Lola danced with his friend Nico, who was equally brilliant. After a while another guy cut in and asked me to dance with him. Under normal circumstances I'd be self concious about how hot and sweaty I'd become after several energetic spins around the floor, but here, no one seems to care!
So I did a Rhumba with Richard, and a Cha cha cha with Charlie. Lola didn't give her married guy a second thought as she twirled and whirled with a string of hot, hot men. And that's another thing-all the men (well, apart from some of the older ones-like my dad) are really HOT!
We were like kids in a sweet shop!
Our tongues were literally hanging out!
And not just from exhaustion!
"This place is amazing"! I heard Lola scream at one point, as Mario the Italian spun her around in a triple loop! And all the while the band kept belting out latin tunes and the dance floor remained at full capacity.
When we were so worn out that we could dance no more we opted out for a sit down and a Mojito. And a spy on all those who were still going strong. There was great viewing!
"I'm glad we're friends again", Lola told me as we took our first thirst-quenching sip of refreshing lime.
I nodded. I was glad too. No matter how I felt about her morals, I couldn't exclude Lola from my life. She was too important to me.
Besides, I was starting to see that sometimes the affair doesn't cause the breakdown of a marriage. Sometimes the affair comes after the marriage has broken down. And the 'other' person can't always be to blame.
Except in the case of MY marriage, obviously.
So we went our seperate ways, exhausted but happy. Lola, to dream about her lover, and wish he was with her then, and not his wife.
And me? To be glad that I'm young, free and single, and able to enjoy nights like that whenever I fancy. Oh, and perhaps Jose might pop up in my dreams somewhere too! Well, you never know.....
Nov 12, 2009
Part 30-finally, a scarlet woman I approve of....
So I went and we met and the thing is, I REALLY liked her!
Rose is in her early fifties (at a guess) and though my dad is in his sixties he seemed young in her presence, as if a glow of youth reflected from her and he was bathing in it.
She is lovely to look at, beautiful I suppose, like those women who advertise anti-wrinkle cream, older but fabulous. Her skin is smooth and flawless-way better than mine which is already starting to show signs of a mis-spent period in my twenties. She is elegent in every sense, her dress which is modern yet mature, her hair-style which is sharp and healthy and yet not too young, she carries herslef with poise and grace.
I almost fell in love with her myself!
Dad is obviously smitten and it isn't difficult to see why. Aside from her TV model looks and movie star character Rose is also a lovely person. She is well spoken, confident yet not over-bearing, she has a wonderful sense of humour and told jokes about the differences between men and women at which I couldn't help but roar with laughter at.
She is also very clever and astute. She has been running her own business for years, with much success, and though she has never married or had children she seems to have a close knit circle of friends and extended family and relationships which she values with great importance.
If for some reason I had been asked to select a wife for my father (or indeed a mother for myself) undoubtedly I would have chosen Rose.
We passed a very enjoyable evening, the three of us. Firstly dinner in Chez Claude. It turns out Claude is a friend of Rose and she has been dining there for years although I had never even heard of it until this meeting was organised. It was a small, rustic, authentic French place, with a throbbing clientelle and delicious food. And though I wanted so much not to get on with dad's other woman (especially when she began conversing with some of the wait staff in fluent French) we soon began to hit it off like old friends over our meal.
She is obviously adventurous too-persuading us both to try exciting new dishes and finishing the meal with a digestif and a couple of cocktails. My kind of woman!
I have never seen my mother drink anything other than Gin and tonic, unless you count a sweet sherry at Christmas or Champagne if offered at some social event.
After dinner it was off to 'Club Cuba' which really opened my eye's to the relationship between dad and Rose.
Instead of the OAP centre I had been expecting, Club Cuba turned out to be an underground dance hall, akin to the staff quarters on Dirty Dancing! There were people of all ages and races dancing in a variety of styles to a hip and happening Latin-style band.
The place was hot and sweaty but the vibe was cool and I LOVED it!
Okay, well in fairness to begin with I felt like a bit of a plonker because I had no dance partner and visions of my high-school disco flashed disconcertingly into my head. But after a few minutes I was swept up by a tall, handsome hunk who was dressed in full cuban regalia and he spun me around the floor! From him I was passed onto another, equally gorgeous guy and it didn't take my legs long to begin tapping and twirling to the heavy beat.
I waved at dad and Rose -who were also tripping the light fantastic like a couple of Strictly Come Dancing Proffesionals-every now and then and ended up having the most fantastic night!
Between songs we paused for drinks to cool down and chat over. Dad and Rose come here every week, I learned, after dad's conscience-easing visit's to me and an episode of Emmerdale. They took dance lessons together (it turns out that's how they met) and ended up keeping up the hot moves they'd learned!
I absolutely adored the place and couldn't help thinking it would be fun to bring the girls here sometime.
How amazing that my quiet, boring old dad has been living it up in here with his fancy woman for months now? At least in a place like this he can be sure he'll never bump into my mum! Nor any of her nosey old cronies! If only they knew!
I couldn't help feeling really happy for him. At last, after years spent in misery with the nagging snob he has finally found a woman he can have fun with. He has, in my opinion, found true love.
I had such a great time with dad and Rose that I have decided if things don't work out for them (and don't ask me what I mean by that) I'm single...I'll have her myself!
Oh, and I'm going back to Club Cuba sometime next week!
Rose is in her early fifties (at a guess) and though my dad is in his sixties he seemed young in her presence, as if a glow of youth reflected from her and he was bathing in it.
She is lovely to look at, beautiful I suppose, like those women who advertise anti-wrinkle cream, older but fabulous. Her skin is smooth and flawless-way better than mine which is already starting to show signs of a mis-spent period in my twenties. She is elegent in every sense, her dress which is modern yet mature, her hair-style which is sharp and healthy and yet not too young, she carries herslef with poise and grace.
I almost fell in love with her myself!
Dad is obviously smitten and it isn't difficult to see why. Aside from her TV model looks and movie star character Rose is also a lovely person. She is well spoken, confident yet not over-bearing, she has a wonderful sense of humour and told jokes about the differences between men and women at which I couldn't help but roar with laughter at.
She is also very clever and astute. She has been running her own business for years, with much success, and though she has never married or had children she seems to have a close knit circle of friends and extended family and relationships which she values with great importance.
If for some reason I had been asked to select a wife for my father (or indeed a mother for myself) undoubtedly I would have chosen Rose.
We passed a very enjoyable evening, the three of us. Firstly dinner in Chez Claude. It turns out Claude is a friend of Rose and she has been dining there for years although I had never even heard of it until this meeting was organised. It was a small, rustic, authentic French place, with a throbbing clientelle and delicious food. And though I wanted so much not to get on with dad's other woman (especially when she began conversing with some of the wait staff in fluent French) we soon began to hit it off like old friends over our meal.
She is obviously adventurous too-persuading us both to try exciting new dishes and finishing the meal with a digestif and a couple of cocktails. My kind of woman!
I have never seen my mother drink anything other than Gin and tonic, unless you count a sweet sherry at Christmas or Champagne if offered at some social event.
After dinner it was off to 'Club Cuba' which really opened my eye's to the relationship between dad and Rose.
Instead of the OAP centre I had been expecting, Club Cuba turned out to be an underground dance hall, akin to the staff quarters on Dirty Dancing! There were people of all ages and races dancing in a variety of styles to a hip and happening Latin-style band.
The place was hot and sweaty but the vibe was cool and I LOVED it!
Okay, well in fairness to begin with I felt like a bit of a plonker because I had no dance partner and visions of my high-school disco flashed disconcertingly into my head. But after a few minutes I was swept up by a tall, handsome hunk who was dressed in full cuban regalia and he spun me around the floor! From him I was passed onto another, equally gorgeous guy and it didn't take my legs long to begin tapping and twirling to the heavy beat.
I waved at dad and Rose -who were also tripping the light fantastic like a couple of Strictly Come Dancing Proffesionals-every now and then and ended up having the most fantastic night!
Between songs we paused for drinks to cool down and chat over. Dad and Rose come here every week, I learned, after dad's conscience-easing visit's to me and an episode of Emmerdale. They took dance lessons together (it turns out that's how they met) and ended up keeping up the hot moves they'd learned!
I absolutely adored the place and couldn't help thinking it would be fun to bring the girls here sometime.
How amazing that my quiet, boring old dad has been living it up in here with his fancy woman for months now? At least in a place like this he can be sure he'll never bump into my mum! Nor any of her nosey old cronies! If only they knew!
I couldn't help feeling really happy for him. At last, after years spent in misery with the nagging snob he has finally found a woman he can have fun with. He has, in my opinion, found true love.
I had such a great time with dad and Rose that I have decided if things don't work out for them (and don't ask me what I mean by that) I'm single...I'll have her myself!
Oh, and I'm going back to Club Cuba sometime next week!
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