"You're the devil." I said, smirking. Something about the attitude Kyle gives me when I ask him to help me at work.. I am just staring at him waiting for some sort of break in the way he is looking at me. Defiantly.
"Oh just add more to my 'to do list' why don't you?" He was always so fast with the comebacks, but lately it feels more delayed. More like he is searching for words. Why can't you find your words Kyle?
I beg him to do just one more thing for me, but we get cut off by another coworker coming back into our shared space. He gets up and walks out, nodding his head at me. He knows I only ask him for help because he is the only one that can do it the way I want.
A few hours go by and I realize I have been alone. I also realize I have been thinking about Kyle. We talk about our home lives a lot. Specifically the lack of love life he has with his wife Jessica. It really is a shame. I can tell by his attitude and the ever present print of his cock against his pants, he would be a lot of fun.