Passionate Surprise(s)

A week. That’s all it had been, but the taste of his kiss still lingered on my lips.

Seven days of replaying that silky-palm, tongue-tangled memory. Ah! His touch? Soft yet a little rough, it just whispers this subtle masculine power . His warmth? Well, that just melts me into his romantic embrace.

We had our first meet-up a week ago. Which turned out to be this unexpectedly romantic lunch date that ended with a deep, passionate kiss. No obligation or anything, just this unspoken desire hanging between us.

Back home, I’m blushing like crazy going through those moments. There’s something! something significant, but we never really talked about where we stood or what we shared. We just felt it in the way we held each other at that moment. Maybe a moment of something.….

But we were still in touch through calls—not the clingy type, just enough to keep us connected. Despite this whole romantic vibe we’ve got going on, neither of us bothered to label it or make plans to meet again. Is there a possibility for a second meetup? That question was swinging in my mind.

He’s a busy entrepreneur who explained to me about his work, focused on building his brand in his home country after relocating from another country where he lived for a decade or more. From the get-go, he made it clear – work and his hectic schedule are a big deal, and his personal time is limited.

He’s not into endless texting like I am. I lean towards texts; even if someone calls, I tend to respond with a text while chilling in my own little corner. Call me a text enthusiast someone who dislikes/is uncomfortable conversing over the phone, or whatever fits. He’s on a whole other level, anti-social media, so private and everything. So, unless we’re talking, there’s no peeking into each other’s lives or getting updates.

On my end, it’s the usual grind – managing my work and home, and all that jazz. I’m good with his calls or messages whenever he can squeeze me in. I have no rush, no desperate need to interrupt his hustle. We’re just going with the flow, catching up on calls whenever our schedules align. And yeah, despite all that, even if we haven’t mentioned it or admitted it openly, we can sense that there is something deep between us. I can feel that hum, confined in each other, sharing everything about our day-to-day lives.

And that talking part —It only happens when he somehow finds free time in his jam-packed schedule and gives me a call. When he does, it’s a long conversation about anything and everything, including the texts I send. Though he replies late or misses replying, when he writes to me, there’s so much affection in it – paragraphs or multiple messages in one shot, replying to every line. It makes me blush looking at those lines, with added hues of emojis, all conveying what we couldn’t express in words. I end up re-reading it multiple times, and it makes me feel special, creating a hum inside me that lingers even long after our conversations.

Let me define this man with infectious charm – a blend of masculinity and considerate, strong yet vulnerable. When a mature, compassionate man lets out his raw emotions and vulnerability, oh my gosh, it’s just incredibly seductive to me. I’m delighted that he has found that connection with me, where he feels at ease being open and expressing his emotions without needing to think twice.

Two weeks Later,

I was in the office, eagerly waiting for his call or message. The previous night, I sent him a picture of my new hair color, recalling his suggestions for my haircut. Even though I hadn’t taken those suggestions seriously at the time, I thought he might like the surprising change. He had seen the messages I sent that evening but hadn’t replied. Knowing his preference for calls over texts, I anticipated that he would reach out the following day.

I felt a bit disappointed that he didn’t reach out, and I told myself, I didn’t care. However, by afternoon, I couldn’t resist. I missed him. Convincing myself with ‘what if scenarios ……..,’ keeping my ego aside, I decided to shoot him a friendly call before grabbing some lunch. Hmm, I’m ‘just checking in’ (wink, wink). And I called him before heading out for my lunch.

Luckily, he picked up and asked,

“What happened, Bub?” ( his tone was very casual).

I replied in the same tone, “What happened? Nothing happened. Didn’t you see my messages?”

He : “Of course, I did.”

Me: “Oh, so you didn’t want to respond?”

He: “So sorry. I wanted to, but I was driving, then I missed it.”

Me: “Okay, I just wanted to check in. Anyway I gotta go for lunch. Bye.”

As I was about to disconnect, he stopped me.

“No, no. Wait. Don’t go for lunch now. I need to talk to you. I’m in the middle of something. Please wait for 10 minutes, I will call you.”

Before I could reply, he disconnected the call. I decided to wait, but after 10 minutes, I didn’t receive any call, so I called again. He asked me to wait and disconnected the call immediately. Now, I am impatient, hungry, and feeling a bit upset too.

I called again to tell him that I was getting late, But he disconnected the call and sent me a text message saying, “7 Mins.”

It was a regular text message, not on WhatsApp, which was unusual. Just as I was about to text him back, my phone rang.

It’s him. After two minutes of talking about this and that, he said, “I wanna see your hair. Let me switch to a video call.”

We connected to a video call, and I saw him smiling as he looked at me. I said something, but he said I can‘t hear you. It’s not clear. After repeating myself, he suggested, “You better come out of your cabin and talk to me.”

I got up from my seat, looking at him, blushing at the comments he made about my new hair color.

When I reached the reception area, I couldn’t contain my excitement. I screamed and jumped with joy and couldn’t believe what I was seeing in front of my eyes.

Guess what?

He was right there, standing in front of me with his infectious smile. I ran to him and hugged him with a cinematic jump.My hands locked around his neck, and his hands around my waist pulling me so closely into him that we didn’t care to notice around.

When we finally let go, we caught the receptionist and a couple of office staff glancing at us, and some guys peeking outside with a mix of surprise and murmuring something that I initially did not understand why.

Why was everyone staring differently? Of course, with the girls, we can guess, but the guys… Okay! Let me tell you this. It’s because of his luxury car. That was a brand new latest model luxury car in town, of which I wasn’t even aware. I don’t even understand or have an interest in machines. It also reminded me of our first meet. When we were walking towards the parking lot, people were staring at us. What I guessed was, since it’s a small town and we were around conservative folks, we seemed to be an affectionate couple, moving closely hand in hand. He playfully credited my charm for captivating those around us. But now, here I realized it was his luxury car that people were lured to.

So I was totally surprised by his unexpected visit. I never imagined in my wildest thoughts that someone would come to visit me like this, especially in my workplace. It was an unforgettable, beautiful surprise.

Soon, he greeted the onlookers. When I introduced him to others as a friend, Friend, Really? I secretly wished he had corrected me and said ‘boyfriend.’

He looked dapper in his business formals. Ah, men in formals. Some girls passed by us since it was lunchtime, I noticed them checking him out and casting teasing glances my way. Oh! What’s happening to me? I am not getting a good feeling around those girls. Something is building inside me. Am I feeling jealous? Yes. I suppose it was jealousy. I wanted him all to myself – his smile, his stealing glances, his warmth, his hands on my skin, his lips on mine, his lingering scent on me. I wasn’t comfortable sharing him, I mean anything about him with others. The envy grew as I saw the luring stare continue.

Why I am feeling this envious? What was happening to me? I tried to push those thoughts aside and walked out, holding his hand.

We stepped outside, still holding each other, and he suggested we get in the car. As we talked, he explained why he didn’t get back to me after seeing my messages. He knew he would be in my city for a business meeting and wanted to give me a surprise. He chose to come and meet me straight at my workplace without giving me a hint.

When he said, ‘I wanted to see you,‘ it melted my heart. Despite our limited time, we said our goodbyes with heavy hearts. This time he promised to see me soon again, and my heart fluttered. Ah, we are meeting again.

Before I got out of the car, he leaned in to hug me. The hug was deep, and my head rested on his shoulder a little longer. I couldn’t resist his scent, and I kissed him on his neck, captivated by the aroma of his skin and the warmth of the hug. Maybe I left a lipstick stain there. When I glanced at him while walking back, I saw him smiling mischievously, keeping his fingers there to check if there was a stain.

I felt something electrifying rush through my body as I noticed the way he was looking at me, with his glint and smile.

I wondered, did he feel the same passionate, desirable sensation for me, a longing to possess me completely, the way I felt for him?