Page 8 of Gemini
“The last guy I had sex with was—” I began, and in that moment, the bell above the door chimed and I glanced very briefly. “Him.” A guy walked in, glasses, shirt, folder clutched to his chest all nerdy like.
“Stop playing,” she said, kicking me under the table.
“Well, he looked like him,” I said.
“That’s not your type,” she continued, her voice off int he distance at the back of my mind as I looked at the guy. On the outside, he might not have been the Spence I’d seen in his basketball shorts, or spread against the tiles of the cubical, but I never forgot a face, even one hiding behind glasses.
“Spence,” I called out.
He turned toward me. I didn’t need to second-guess it. Nobody else turned to the name.
“You’re serious,” Jen giggled, thrashing her feet like horse hooves clopping on the floor. “Damn, Oscar.”
Spence approached me, squeezing the files tighter to his chest. “I—I didn’t expect to see you again so soon,” he mustered. “I actually—” He was pressing at the anxiety in his chest from the way he held that file.
“I forgot to give you my number,” I said. “So, you didn’t tell me you were playing Superman?”
“Superman,” he laughed, getting red in the face.
Jennifer cooed and ahhed like we were on a TV drama and she was the live studio audience.
“I had my contact in earlier,” he said. “And then I showered with them in, which is a huge no, and it kinda threw my day out of balance, well, I mean, it happened quick.”
“Damn. Yeah, you should’ve taken those out before we showered,” I said, winking at him.
His flustered face was adorable. “Yeah, so I’m sticking with my glasses for the next couple of days to avoid irritating my eyes.”
“Wait,” Jennifer came in. “The two of you, c’mon, story time.”
Spence shook his head. “Oh, there’s no story. I—I—I actually just need to grab lunch and then drop these files off, so I should be going.”
“What’s your number?” I asked. “Or I’ll give you mine.”
Jennifer was ready with a pen in hand. “I never go anywhere without one.”
Spence smiled. “You know, earlier, I don’t usually do that.”
“Relax,” I said, scribbling my number down for him on a napkin. “Text me, if you think about having some more fun. Maybe not in a shower. Anytime, well today or this weekend. I’m wide open.” I winked at him again, trying not to overkill the flirting. It was unlike me, I usually didn’t have to try and flirt, it just came off me.
He nodded. “Yeah. I’ll—I’ll think about it, I—”
“Don’t think too hard,” I said.
“Yeah,” Jennifer added. “Oscar was just saying how great it was this morning. I think he likes you.”
“Jen,” I said, trying to step on her foot. “Just call, or text. Ok?”
Spence smiled, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I guess if it was great, I’ll see what I have planned this weekend and—and fit you in.”
I could heard him pant. I knew he could fit me in. I’d already been fit in. Next time, I was going to make a home inside him.
4. SPENCE
Should I have been surprised that Oscar was at my regular lunch spot? No, because the food there was incredible, and it was near both my apartment and the gym. It was clear he took his protein intake seriously, so I should’ve expected to bump into him there, I just didn’t think it would’ve been so soon after we’d been together.
My pits were sweating, my lower back and ass were going to become a swamp if I’d stayed in his area for any longer than I had to. He’d given me his number, and told me to call him, but I didn’t even know if I’d flirted back at the time. I’d sort of blacked out, the heat on my body was like that of an intense work out, and I didn’t quite know how to process it.
I didn’t actually even process half of it until I was walking out into the early summer breeze outside the cafe. I had my takeout box with lunch, and the file I’d held close to my chest, I was no worried would be damp and covered in perspiration. I fanned myself with it, holding it tight so nothing fell out.