Eric still hadn’t called or texted me by the time Wednesday happy hour rolled around and I was becoming worried that he might actually be done with me. It had been an entire week since we’d last spoken and it was the longest we had gone without contact. I, of course, hadn’t reached out to him, but decided that once I got home from happy hour I would.
I met Kendra at the restaurant and considered just ordering the one dollar oysters because being a drunk mess is what got me in the position I was in in the first place. But I ended up ordering a glass of wine and a pomegranate martini anyway.
“How’s living with a man?” I asked immediately, so she wouldn’t start asking me questions about Eric.
“It’s wonderful. I can’t believe we didn’t do this before. It’s really helpful having him around. He cooks a lot!” she answered.
“Don’t you ever want some alone time?”
“John is at the hospital a lot so we have plenty of time away from each other. I get so excited when he comes home.”
It was dim in the restaurant but it looked like Kendra was kind of blushing. Gross.
“You sound like a puppy waiting for his owner to get home from work,” I said.
Kendra narrowed her eyes at me. “So how’s Eric? I haven’t heard about him in a while.”
I drained my glass of wine before answering. I considered lying and saying that Eric and I were great so Kendra didn’t scold me for potentially ruining things with yet another guy.
“I haven’t heard from him since last Wednesday morning,” I blurted out.
“Have you called him?” Kendra asked.
“Well, no,” I started.
“He always calls me. I never call him,” I said.
“Exactly. See where’s that’s gotten you?”
“I’ll call him later. I’m not even worried about it,” I said, sipping my martini.
Kendra started talking about work or something and my phone vibrated in my bag. I tried not to get excited thinking it was Eric because I knew it wasn’t. It turned out to be BJ, asking if I wanted a chai latte in the morning. BJ and I exchanged numbers on a strictly business basis, but he finds any reason to text me. And I hate to admit it, but I kind of like the attention.
I texted back, “Obviously.”
Immediately, BJ wrote back, “Anything for my favorite boss.”
I finished another glass of wine then we headed home. The alcohol had made me loosen up, but I was still a little bit nervous about calling Eric. I literally never called him – unless I was drunk.
I took a shower, blow dried my hair, brushed my teeth, flossed and then I called him.
I didn’t even have anything prepared to say, I expected us to just fall back into it when he answered. Except Eric didn’t pick up. I quickly hung up without leaving a message. At first I got mad, thinking he was ignoring me but then I realized that he said he was almost fully recovered from his injury. He was probably back at work, practicing and having games everyday. He was probably super busy. I decided to send him a quick text in case he wasn’t in a position to talk on the phone at the moment.
“Hey, just checking in. Miss you!”
Satisfied, I popped in a movie and fell asleep.
This morning I got to work and signed into my email and Pinterest and waited for my hot chai to be delivered to my office. BJ showed up right on time with my venti and a cake pop.
“I thought you might be a little hungry this morning,” he said, perching on the edge of my desk.
“Thanks, Blow Job, but I really don’t need these empty calories this early,” I said. I quickly Googled the calories in a Starbucks cake pop and was happy to see that it only contained 140.
“What do we have on the agenda today?” BJ asked as I took a bite out of my cake pop.
“We have a meeting with a freelance graphic designer and then you guys are going to start on a new campaign this afternoon. It should be a fairly easy day.” I took another bite of the cake pop and BJ watched my lips intently.
“I like the way you eat that,” he said, biting down on his lower lip.
I felt heat rising up my neck to my face. Dammit, Blow Job!
I took the last bite of the cake pop and sucked on the stick for longer than necessary. BJ looked like he was going to explode in his pants.
“Knock knock,” we heard at the door.
BJ jumped off the side of my desk as Whitney stepped into my office. “Hey Reese. I have some things for you to look over.”
Whitney dropped a file folder on my desk and looked from me to BJ and back.
“Okay. I’ll get to those this afternoon,” I told her, smiling sweetly.
“Awesome. Thanks, Reese!”
I followed Whitney to the door and watched as she walked out with BJ on her heels. Before he left, he tapped me lightly on the nose. He had no right to touch me so I slapped his hand away. He turned and smirked at me before going to his cubicle.
It wasn’t until this afternoon when I was reading through Whitney’s file, that I realized I never got a call or text back from Eric.