Je Te Veux (Written for The Writer's Tower, May 2014, Theme : The Evil Within)

My second entry for The Writer's Tower. 

When this was written, I had my first French colleague joining our company. Previously we had Philipino, Indian, Taiwanese, Indonesian... but French, it was our first time; so all the girls were getting excited (and the way our manager kept telling us how good looking he is didn't help the matter).

When we saw him for the first time it felt like a dream-come-true. Blonde hair, blue eyes, charming smile - it felt like meeting some Hollywood hunk in real life. 

Of course we soon discovered that he is a crazy, funny (and like most of us, he is exceptionally good at verbal bully) guy. Apart from the fact that he couldn't adapt to Malaysian food (Chinese sesame dumpling balls look like eyeballs to him), he was pretty much very Malaysianized - he used "tak boleh tahan" and "balik kampung" more often than us. 

The way he cracked lame jokes ("Who wants my eggs?" he asked during lunch), it didn't take long for us to stop having romantic fantasies about him.

Anyway, he was the inspiration for this story. 

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Title : Je Te Veux

Written for The Writer's Tower, May 2014. 

Theme : The Evil Within

I could relate to One Republic’s Counting Star so much. Yes, I felt something so right doing the wrong thing.

It felt so good to wake up and realize that the person who hugged you to sleep was not your fiancé. I could feel the heat from every inch of his body and it melted me.

 I just wanted to stay in this moment forever.

He was my new colleague; a French guy my company hired to give our company a global presence so we can penetrate the international market. The first time our eyes met I knew this is one guy I got to have.

Did not matter that he was in a relationship. Did not matter that I was getting married in two months time.

I wanted to kiss him, hug him, sleep with him, at least once.

Call me slut, bitch, whatever. Like I care.

Being his team mate I had all the excuses in the world to make him work overtime so he would not have any time to date his girlfriend. I made sure I wore low cut dresses to work. And my skirts kept getting shorter.

We spent so much time together it was only a matter of time that something would happen between us.

All I needed was an opportunity… And opportunity came, in the form of our company’s team building trip at Phuket.

It was the perfect chance. I made sure both his and my room mate were too drunk to walk back to their own rooms to sleep.

Let them catch a cold sleeping on the beach. Who cares?

I made sure I looked drunk. Face was red, who cares if it was alcohol or blusher. I made sure he was reasonably sober to carry me back to his room. Or my room. Whichever. Did not really matter.

You can imagine what happened next.

I turned a little to look into his face more closely. Sensing my movement, he opened his eyes and greeted me with a morning kiss.

“Cereals for breakfast? That’s the only thing I have in my luggage, and I don’t think you’ll want to join other colleagues for breakfast hmm?” I poked his chest.

“Whatever you say,” he mumbled as he kissed all over my neck.

My cellphone rang and the word across the screen said “Darling.”

“I’m at the beach having team building session with my team,” I smiled, cuddling up to him.

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Daydreams like this happened when you had too much rice for lunch.

“You’re staying late again. I’ll fetch you home alright?” he asked when he passed his proposal to me.

“Merci.”

It takes him an hour to drive home from my place but whenever we work overtime, he made sure he fetches me home.

Not sure if he’s being flirtatious. Maybe French guys are more polite and gentleman than Malaysia guys.

Every time he reaches my house I wish he’ll kiss me goodbye before he leaves. Or come into my house and…

But he’ll just say “see you at office tomorrow!”

Leaving me feeling disappointed and frustrated, talking to my fiancé (dull and boring conversations as usual, after being together for donkey years) before I go to bed.

Perhaps things would be different if we were single when we met each other, no?

Perhaps I really need to take some action. It’s 21^st century, anything can happen, there’s no need for me to be a good girl.

It’s time to wake up the devil in me.