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Chris yawned and tried to blink away the accumulated snot from his eyes that his hands couldn’t seem to shift. He stretched his arms up above his head as he climbed to his feet. He dragged his feet as he made his way to the bathroom. Her clothes were still hanging over the radiator, not dripping any more but still not dry.
“Hey, you alive in there yet?” he shouted as he made his way toward the bedroom to see if she was still sleeping. “I’m making some coffee, want some?”
He stopped in the doorway, his hands resting on the frame, and he just stared at the pile of disorganised sheets on the empty bed.
He furrowed his brow and raised his hand to scratch the side of his head and manipulated his feet to propel himself back to the bathroom to freshen up.
She kept tugging on the lace that held up the denim around her hips and trying to prompt her mind to recall last night’s events. She stood on the unfamiliar sidewalk in her bare feet and inspected the surroundings hoping to give some sense of direction and she saw a pay phone across the street and made her way to it.
She picked up the receiver and dialled.
“I’d like to make a collect call please?” she spoke to the voice at the other end and continued to give the number.
“Hello”
“Heys, it’s me”
“Where are you? Karl’s called countless times...”
“Adam…”
“… complaining as usual.” he continued.
“Adam. Can you come and pick me up?”
“Well if I knew where you were, maybe.”
“That’s just it; I don’t know where I am. Hold on” she replied sheepishly and held the handset to her chest.
An old lady was walking past the telephone booth and Nikka stepped out slightly to stop her in her path.
“Excuse me? What’s the name of this street?”
“Do you know you have no shoes on, young lady?” came her reply as the old lady glared at Nikka accusingly.
“Yes, I’m well aware, thank you.” Nikka said, trying to keep her impatience under control.
She gritted her teeth and looked up. There on the corner of a building was a street sign, so she thanked the lady and turned back to face the phone.
“I’m on the corner of John Street and 1st.”
“What the hell you doing there?” he replied.
“I had a little too much last night. I can’t remember…can you come get me please?”
“Fine, see you in a few.” He said, sounding frustrated.
“Thank you”.
He hung up.
Nikka sighed and replaced the handset. She still couldn’t get rid of the image of Chris in her mind. Knowing the last time she saw his face he was in a dream, probably conjuring up a new masterpiece of music.
Adam pulled up along side her and unlocked the passenger door. She climbed in, strapped her seatbelt on and sat in silence as the car set off.
The journey home was full of silence and quick glances at each other. All Nikka wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep away her heavy head.
“So…” Adam finally uttered, looking her up and down. “Where’d you get the lace-ups? They new?”
“Er yeah, something like that.” She said, not wanting to let him know who they belonged to. To her, Chris was something of her own, a secret which seemed to give her life some kind of meaning.
The car stopped in the driveway and she quickly jumped out and went straight to the door; her mind still full of his words, her body still clothed with his possessions, her nose still full of his scent and her eyes imprinted with his beauty.
My secret. Adam stood beside her as he put his key in the lock and opened the door. Nikka breezed past him and sped up the stairs and fell into bed. Not wanting to remove what she had left of Chris, she wrapped the duvet around her and curled up into a ball. She rested her head on the pillow, leaving her nose just hovering over the shoulder of the tank top. She drank in all of his smell still lingering in the cloth and fell into a dream-like state.
Nikka sat at the desk in her office, tapping her pencil lightly on the telephone. Her mind was still on the clothing that was hanging in her wardrobe at home. She couldn’t decide whether to give it back, or keep it as a souvenir…even if she did want to give it back, it would mean contacting, maybe even seeing him again. Plus a fact, she didn’t know how to get hold of him apart from where she had slept only 2 nights ago.
No clear memories had come to mind yet, but she had a gut feeling that nothing sinister or unfaithful had happened and the only thing that did stick in her mind was that Chris was a true gentleman inside.
The clock said near 12 noon and she had been sat at her desk for over 2 hours. Karl was out on location with a work-experience trainee so Nikka had opted to stay and look after the premises. This gave her time to think, or more in her case, dwell on the forbidden dreams.
The telephone trilled into life, almost knocking her from the seat causing her to grab for the edge of the desk which made the chair spin away. She righted herself and picked up the receiver.
“Hey Doll, it’s just me, I wake you?” Karl joked down the line.
“Hah no. What’s up?”
“Listen honey, now, don’t hate me…I don’t know what’s happened between you but he seemed a little worried. So I…”
“Who? What, where? Eh? You what?” All sorts of scenarios were racing through Nikka’s head as she replied.
“I’ve told him you weren’t with me today and that you stayed at the office. I sent him over about 10 minutes ago.”
“Who? Adam?”
“Ta ta, love you honey. Bye.” He quickly garbled and the line went dead.
Nikka squeezed her eyes and held the receiver away from her ear as she rested both her elbows on the desk. She glanced at the handset, hoping to see all the answers and saw nothing but the inanimate object and sighed. She carefully placed it in its holder and swiftly got to her feet. With her clothes dusted and straightened, she glided over to the water cooler and filled a polystyrene cup with fresh water. She looked up at the clock as she downed the contents of the cup in one and threw it towards the bin.
“Yes! Hole in one!” she giggled and did a little skip as she turned back around towards her desk.
Just as she rested in the comfort of the chair, she felt the infamous watchful eye and tried to dismiss it.
He just stood outside the window, hands in his jacket pockets, head ever so slightly titled and a mild grin hidden behind the words etched into the glass.
She could feel the swallowed water about to revisit and gulped too quickly.
She realised she couldn’t breathe, the fact he was standing before her and she had breathed in some water were not good things to be combined together.
Nikka started to panic unable to breathe in, her knees gave way under her complaining body and she crumpled to a struggling heap behind her desk.
“I see you’ve fallen head over heels for me” Chris said as he bustled through the door and headed towards her, trying not to lose his cool.
He reached down and hooked his arms under hers, pulled her up and held her close, hoping that calming her down may help.
“Completely…and…utterly” she managed to blurt out.
He then lowered her into her chair and tucked the little tufts of red hair that were sticking out, behind her ears and knelt down in front of her.
“Shh shh, just try and breathe gently.” He said, now starting to panic himself.
Nikka coughed violently and her windpipe cleared, she tried to regain her dignity and pride as well as her breath.
“What…” she said breathlessly “are you doing here?”
“I believe you have something, something that belongs to me and how you managed to walk in them with legs that short…” he glanced down and smirked, “…without tripping over, I’ll never know.”
“Ye big bully” Nikka laughed and gently kicked his leg in retort.
Her heart had finally seemed to have slowed down to an acceptable rhythm and speed and she was able to breathe as normally as could be, given the presence she was in.
“You not telling me, you only have two pairs of jeans…” she said, “if I didn’t give you them back…what would you wear on laundry day I wonder.”
She shook the vision of him standing before her in all his glory and waited for his reply.
“…Well?” she pouted playfully before stifling a laugh.
“Ahhh so you do think of me naked then?” He replied, his face anything but straight.
“As said in a film, I want you I need you, oh baby oh baby.” She laughed and spun on the chair to face the computer. “So, really, Hero-of-the-Hour, what are ye after, Other than to scare me to an early grave?”
“Well I thought I’d have something to say by the time I got here you know, but now I’m here, I still have no darn idea.”
Nikka realised she was pretending to type and the computer wasn’t even switched on, so she calmly reached over and pressed the switch, hoping the golden god of her dreams hadn’t witnessed yet another fall of pride.
“Thinking about me naked again eh?” Chris laughed and folded his arms.
Sh!t! sh!t and double sh!t! She swallowed her last chunk of pride and gathered her senses away from the image he had planted in her mind.
“You gonna stand there all day? There is a perfectly good chair…” Nikka indicated to the chair in front of the desk, “…there, and you are stood up?”
“Ok if you insist ma chere”
He wandered around and slumped down into the chair, his hands re-buried in his pockets and looked straight at Nikka.
She had to ask now or the chance my never return. She bit the bullet and opened her mouth to speak.
“What exactly happened the other night?”