It was a sunny afternoon. I stepped into workplace just like any other day after the usual long and tedious meetings in the morning. We gathered for our weekly meeting and announcement made was that we are heading to the ever romantic island of sun and sea - Bali.
"Gosh. Another dreadful beach holidays with this gang of people again." was the first thing that came to my mind. Starting a few months back, a few of my buddies began leaving the company and it was already agonizing enough to be spending working hours with the remaining people. Apart from a few remaining drinking pals, the only salvation being that there are still a couple of hot guys around.
Standing at 5'2 only shy of 120 pounds, slightly chubby, and some child-like features, I stand proud with some 34Cs, which usually makes guys ogle at me at the little times I wore body hugging dresses that accentuates my figure. I work in operations, which makes my usual go-to attire jeans and t-shirt.
Finally the fateful day comes by, I work up early and picked out some beach clothes for packing. Unlike my usual stuck in the mud wardrobe, I tend to be a bit more adventurous off-work and especially on holidays, particularly beach holidays. What better ways to show off the almost perfect body I have.
I picked an off shoulder top with the cutest denim shorts as my choice for boarding. On one hand, it keeps my decency in check, after all my bosses will be on the same flight as me, and on the other hand, just a preview to the cutesy side of what's following. I also forgot to mention, the hottest fun-goer will only arrive tomorrow. So, I've decided to keep things simpler, for now.
The check-in was uneventful but the suites were really on another level. Being a manager definitely has its perks in the long run. I've got a villa with my buddy and my other drinking pals were on the adjacent villa with connecting pool, which is perfect. Almost everyone changed into their swim suit and jump straight into the pool, but not me. No wasted efforts to impress nobody. Instead, I've chose to relax at the veranda beside the pool, wondering how silly this group of people can get. Time went by in lightning speed and it was already evening. After dinner we all retreated to our villa, had a couple of drinks and off to bed we went.
The company has booked a cooking class for all of us as a form of team bonding. And man I was excited when I was grouped with my drinking buddy who is an extraordinary cook - Peter and the hottest guy at work who finally showed up. Let's call him Paul. Paul happened to be a good cook as well. Let me break it down for you. I've got the 2 best cook in my team, I dare say before we compete I already knew we won.
I've put in extra efforts to pick a sheer white shirt with a sexy bralette which unquestionably is a head turner. I've also purposely left a few buttons at the top unbuttoned to guarantee anyone who wishes to have a view to get it with my petite frame. Throughout the competition, I'm pretty sure I've caught sufficient attentions of those I desired.
Let me clarify. I have no thoughts or whatsoever for things to proceed any further than a tease. I just loved attentions and sometimes lustful glances on me. It felt like a game of tug of war, really, just to see who stand their grounds at the end of the day.
Back to the competition, Paul has always been the center of all attraction. He IS the attention, always having some tricks up his sleeves. And just as playful he usually is, he filled his tumbler with Vodka and had all of us in the same team downing mugs and mugs of Vodka without the realization of others. And there you get it, before the end of the competition, in broad daylight, we were already all as high as a bird.
Winning the competition got us barrels of whiskys and beer to go with our self-cooked dinner. After dinner, you guessed it, we had another round at the bar before we headed back to our villa. Paul checked-in to the empty villa just beside us with the connecting pool. High as I was, I changed into my bikini which emphasize my busty figure and jumped straight into the pool. We played stupid games and at then, I am pretty sure by now, all attention has shifted to me.
Night is always young with the right group of people. After a quick swim we decided to jump straight to the beach side bar for some night life. The 6 of us ride 3 scooters, we are in Bali after all, and off we go. The ambience was all in the right place, live bands, sea breeze, sky full of stars and alcohol.
Paul used to be my superior. Also because he is rich as hell and really one of the hottest guy around, he has no lack of female suitors. But he is also usually such a prick. Always thinking he has girls under his grasp. But not me. I have been the most stubborn and strong headed girl who goes all the way to work against him. Working under him has always been stressed and agonizing. Fun, yes, when not work related. But as the case goes, I've only interacted with him mostly at work.
So recently rumor has it that he has submitted a tender notice and that he is leaving because of me. I took over his position. I didn't want any misunderstanding before he leaves, after all, we aren't that close to start with. I haven't had the courage to bring this up to him for the longest time ever. Under the influence of sufficient alcohol, I finally plucked the courage to speak to him. I pulled him aside.
We spoke for the longest time ever.
In the midst of all the explanations, I started tearing. Not the bawling kind of crying but just a silent tear drop. And he just pulled me in, put an arm around my shoulder, kissed my forehead and reassuring me time and again that, "it is okay."
Me, being not used to affections from platonic male friends, felt a string tugged in my heart.
