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me too,” she says.
“Shit, we could be living in the hills with a fancy car and a black credit card,” I say.
“Shit, we could be traveling anywhere, buying anything we want,” she says.
We both stay on the phone, I can hear her breathing, neither of us saying anything.
As thoughts of what I would do if I had a bottomless bank account run through my mind, I then think of Anil.
“I’d be married to a humorless guy who didn’t get me.”
Jennifer answers, “I’d be married to a guy who thinks my career is nebulous and beneath him.”
“I’d be miserable.”
“Yeah, so would I.”
“Man for about three minutes my brain went into overdrive thinking of all the possibilities wealth would bring.”
“Yeah, so did mine.”
“I could do so much with that money.”
“Yeah, not just for me, but there are all kinds of programs I could fund.”
“Think of all the lives you could change.”
“We’d be another Gates foundation saving the world.”
“Yeah, what could have been?”
“Too bad we really didn’t like those guys.”
“But can you believe that we actually knew guys who made it big? You read about people that make it big. But we actually went out with them.”
“Yeah, kind of blows my mind.”
Chapter 44 – Ping Pong
Back at work my ping pong app notifies me. Shit, I’m up with Colin. I can feel my adrenaline rush and my face flush as I think about seeing him in twenty minutes. Damn, will I be able to concentrate on the game?
I see he’s already there. Even though his form is familiar, my mind works like an x-ray as I superimpose his nice chest over his shirt. How come I never noticed before how nice, straight, and white his teeth are? His smile alone wets my panties.
Trying to act cool and casual, something I’ve never been good at, I smile and say, “Hi.”
His smile remains as I can see his eyes look me up and down. Okay, this is as weird as it was on Saturday when I saw him checking me out. If he’s giving me that look to get me off my game so he can win, it’s certainly working.
As we start to play, my head is so not in the game. He finally stops halfway through, asking, “Is everything all right?”
I want to scream at him, “No, how can I concentrate with that body and panty wetting smile in front of me? Nothing is alright.” Instead, I smile, “Sorry, I must be in my head today.”
He looks at my sidewise and says, “Do you still want to play?”
“Yeah, definitely.” This is Colin, the same guy you’ve been playing with for two years. The two of you laugh and joke together, stop mentally undressing him, stop wondering what he kisses like, no, you cannot walk over there and smell him, no touching. Keep your senses out of it and focus on playing some ping pong.
He finally says, “Hita, lets change sides.”
Yeah, cause that will get my head in the game. Damn, why is my libido all over the place? This is Colin, nice, fun Colin.
When I finally lose big time to him, he shakes his head. “It was nice running into you this weekend.” He then walks over to the drink refrigerator, turning back he asks, “Orange mineral water, right?”
With a big smile on my face I say, “No, grape.”
His face has a shocked look. As he passes the grape to me, our hands touch. A spark runs up my arm, across my shoulder, and directly to my groin. I barely manage not to gasp as I look into his eyes and for the first time wonder if he felt that too. We don’t move for what feels like minutes, but is probably only seconds.
He finally clears his throat and says, “Well, then.”
Taking a big sip I stand there uncomfortably. “Yeah.”
He hesitantly says, “Well, I should get back to work.”
I stand there like an idiot. “Yeah, me too.”
He starts leaving, then turns around. He cocks his head and says, “Hey, on Saturday would you want to go to underground gaming with me?”
Totally surprised by this, I only manage to say, “Um….”
He looks at me for a couple more seconds and shakes his head. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to hit on you or anything.” He then turns to walk out.
Gathering myself, I call out, “Colin, yes.”
Looking over his shoulder at me, his eyes narrow, and I repeat, “It’s cool, yes, I’d like to go to the underground with you on Saturday.”
He gives me a big smile,