Pretend Girlfriend
I smile and walk around my desk and offer her my hand.
"Miss Jones, it is a pleasure", I say, and she takes my hand on hers, and she automatically puts it away after we touch for just one second. It doesn't feel long enough. What am I thinking? This is the woman that broke my heart into a thousand pieces. She raises her head and looks up into my eyes, saying ht pleasure is hers. I walk, guiding her to the table at the end of the office. I rest my hand on her lower back while she sways her hips walking. I pull her chair and then take my place in front of her. I rest back on my chair, locking my fingers with each other, and I look at her. Her eyes look the same, and she looks exactly the same.