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After she finished her presentation, the developmental team discussed it because we had to. The problem was trying to find something nice to say about the pitch overall. It was clear Kate had come in completely unprepared. And she stood there and let the team rip into her. The only thing I could really say on a positive note was that, while she delivered it she remained composed. Up until Valmores dismissed her. Normally, she kept her emotions in check. This time, I could see her eyes tear up as she nodded her head and accepted the feedback that she did a shitty job and I highly doubted I was the only one who noticed it.
I held my breath as Kate walked by me. I wanted to reach out to her, to comfort her, but I held back. It was clear that she was upset with herself. That was probably the worst presentation I had ever seen, and Kate was notorious for excelling at presentations. Something had to be troubling her, and I hated that I didn’t know what that was, that she didn’t share that, or anything else with me anymore.
Her brother had passed away six months ago, but I wasn’t sure that would account for the horrible scene I’d just witnessed. Kate was good at compartmentalizing. I wondered if a lifetime of driving her emotions away finally caught up to her and it was starting to spill over since she didn’t talk to anyone about her emotions ever. It was one of the reasons why we didn’t work out.
Even now, I found myself reaching for my phone, ready to shoot her a text or to give her a call when her words from our first date came back to me.
“We need to make sure we’re on the same page,” she told me, her blue eyes determined and straightforward. I thought I fell in love with her in that moment, based on the fierceness if those eyes. “I don’t want to waste your time or my time. I’m just looking for someone to have fun with. That’s it. Once it starts getting to be more serious, we need to stop. I don’t have time in my life to commit to anything more than fun. I have goals and a husband and kids don’t fit into that equation.”
I was an idiot to agree. Whether she realized it or not, Kate was so damn easy to fall in love with. And just a few months with her had put her firmly into the “serious girlfriend material” box.
But whether I wanted to or not, I had to respect what she wanted. Personally, I thought it was bullshit but I couldn’t change how she felt and I wasn’t going to be one of those obnoxious assholes to attempt to try. It was bad enough that we worked together. I didn’t want her to think I was stalking her or trying to get back with her. I had a job to do, just like she did. Thankfully, because we worked in different departments, we didn’t cross paths very often. Unless there was a pitch meeting, we avoided each other.
I didn’t like to admit I still had feelings for her. That, when I saw her, my eyes lingered on her a moment too long. I remembered the way her lips were soft against mine, gentle and sweet, completely unlike the imposing personality she had at work. I remembered how her eyes would light up when she laughed and there was this energy around her that was alluring and addicting.
I remember the way her hips felt in the palms of my hands, the way it felt when our skin was touching, melting into one entity. The way it felt when her mouth was on mine, when I was fully inside of her, buried so deep, I lost myself.
I shuddered just thinking about it.
It was more than just physical. If my feelings were only physical, we would still be together, having fun. My feelings for her were more than just physical. I liked being around her. I wanted to be around her always.
But I moved on. Just like she wanted me to. I even dated around – nothing serious, of course. Just someone to pass the time, who understood – just like I was forced to – that this was strictly for fun and nothing serious.
But even that didn’t prevent me from wanting to reach out to Kate in some way. I wanted to ask about Jennifer. I wanted to ask how she was holding up. I couldn’t imagine losing a significant other, even if it was expected. I knew she wasn’t handling Blake’s death well, but even after six months, I heard through a mutual co-worker, Hannah, that Jennifer was still crying every night, barely eating, losing weight. I knew she was living with Kate, which couldn’t have been easy for her.
Something was going on with Kate, and I was determined to figure out just what that was.
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