Like a blind man

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Merv leant in towards Gemma and smiled.

You look delicious, he said.

She giggled but said nothing, just flicked her long curly, black hair from her face.

‘I want to slowly take that dress off you,’ Merv whispered. There were people everywhere, colleagues, customers, dignitaries but Merv didn’t care. In fact it made it more exciting, and by the looks of Gemma’s broad smile she didn’t care much either. The dress in question was a black figure hugging number that accentuated the positives.

‘And then what?’ she said with that delectable cheeky grin that Merv had just about fallen in love with.

Merv wasn’t expecting that, how far could he go? He’d surely crossed the line of decency already. She was a colleague after all; he was on thin ice.

‘Use your imagination,’ he said. He knew exactly what he’d do to her but could he tell her, here?

‘Tell me,’ she said reading his mind and biting her lip.

‘I’d make love to you like I was blind,’ Merv said. He didn’t have a clue where that had come from, not a clue. But it sounded good and it was exactly what he would do. He’d use his other senses, touch, taste, hearing, smell, to devour her delights.

But Gemma looked hurt, confused, disappointed.

‘Don’t you want to look at me?’ she said.

‘Of course I do, I’ve been staring at you all day.’ Merv said; that sounded wrong; just plain creepy. ‘I mean you are so beautiful, I can’t take my eyes off you.’ This was going from bad to worse. Merv decided to give it one more go, ‘I mean, I want to eat you, touch you, taste you.’ No, he just sounded coarse now like a badly written porno magazine. Her cheeky grin had turned into an angry scowl. He watched her perfectly formed legs walk away, the clip clop of her high heels like the nails being hammered into a coffin of their love.

Merv didn’t see Gemma for the rest of the event. She was obviously avoiding him, making sure she was where he wasn’t. Was she telling the others how crass he’d been, how clumsy with words he was? He blushed every time he thought about her, he honestly thought he was in with a chance but now he’d never get to kiss those perfect lips or stare into her clear blue eyes as their bodies met. He wished he could go home but the team were staying in the hotel tonight before a second event tomorrow. So he slunk off to his room to hide.

He’d been there 12 minutes when there was a knock on the door. He opened it to see Gemma stood there, an angry look on her face. He was pleased and scared to see her.

‘I’m sorry,’ Merv said.

‘Turn around,’ Gemma said.

He did as he was told.

He felt her slip something over his head and then the lights went out, she’d blindfolded him. He sensed her slip past him and then took his hand and led him back into the room. ‘Make love to me like you are blind,’ she said. He could hear the cheeky grin had returned.