[missj]

Stories are mainly fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.
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January 22.

Dear Diary,

I met a married man today. He has the status, power, wealth and authority in the company. I am only 22 at this point but i heard from my manager that B's department has many pretty girls. flawless make up and short skirts. i am sure you know what i mean. They are after all in the public sector and in the constant limelight.

I think i am ordinary and i was just being friendly to him during the event as he is my client. On usual days, i couldn't careless on what my clients are up to as long as i do my job to ensure everything runs smooth and hospitality is of acceptable if not exemplary standards. Despite being the wallflower that i am, i caught his attention.

I didn't want to be photographed and waved the photographer off. He caught sight of my action and proceed to make a protective remark at the photographer.

"She doesn't want to be photographed lah!", he exclaimed coming to my rescue.

In fact, i must admit that was a thoughtful comment from a client stepping in to save a damsel in distress. (Yes, i am caught in fairytales)

I smiled at B, frown at and reprimanded the photographer.

"Yeah la, don't take me, go take the others, i am busy and tired, won't look good in the pictures".

Then i proceeded to quickly escape the scene and went to grab a bite. Upon returning to my rest point munching hungrily at my dinner, B saw that i was having a late meal and exclaimed, "having dinner but bo jio!"

I made an embarrassed face as i forgot my manners.

"Oh, have you had your meal? want to join me or not!" i quickly responded.

"Its okay, i am joking. But you can make it up by taking a picture with me."

"Damn" i thought, so much for saving my ass to not take a picture, i ended up having to take a picture with him.

"Alright, better with you than taking alone." I consoled myself.

Before he left the event, he came over to say goodbye and asked for my number. I was shocked at first as it would seem unprofessional to bypass my manager and contact my client directly. B then said, "You give the correct number or not!" I must say his tactic and mind games on me was good as being older than i am, he must have more experience in picking up girls. Falling into his trap, and trying to prove myself as trustworthy as the company i am working for, i used his phone to call myself and showed him my phone was indeed ringing.

He left and said we would catch up soon before passing me his namecard.

True to his word, he texted me a few days later to ask how i was and that we should catch up for drinks. It must have been really weird for me as i went to tell my manager that i gave his client my number as a heads up. My manager said, "oh good luck to you, he is going to pester you."

I got a bit worried about the pestering until my manager gave me something new to be wary about, he said something along the line of "you like older man ah, then you go out with me lah". Truth be told, i was shocked at the comment but calmly replied, "Boss, you are nice guy, but too bad you are married", and i made a sad and pouting face. i couldn't remember his response but i think he made a thumbs up at me.

Back to married guy B.

A few weeks later, we went for drinks after work and i was pleasantly surprised that he regarded me as a friend. He introduced his friends and colleagues to me and i found out he was married, with a son, and he and his wife hardly had dinner together. i figured he must be having a rough time, why else would a older married man be asking a young girl out. I was just wondering what inappropriate prepositions he might be brewing.

After drinks, his friends and i headed to the nearest club for another round of drinks. I must have sounded bimbotic to his friends as i was tired and my replies to them was incoherent. As they headed to the dance floor, B and i were left alone at our seats. It must have been the alcohol, or the darkness, or that darn atmosphere with loud music influencing its patrons to banish all care in the world.

I felt his hands on my thigh bushing in upward strokes. My mind ran wild with fantasies. I was so tired i rested my head against his shoulders and he proceeded to wrap the other hand around my shoulders caressing my arms. No sooner, the arm around my shoulder slipped to my waist brushing my sides and rubbing my back and lowering his hands towards my ass. His other free hand left my thighs and lifted my chin towards his face. He lowered his face and gave me a peak on my lips.

"Oh my gosh, i must be mad for allowing this to happen", i thought.

But under the influence of alcohol and against better judgement, i reciprocated by parting my lips and returning the kiss by nibbling on his lower lip.

I think i must be out of my mind.

To be continued?