| Straight: Infidelity: Her Body Language (2/9) |
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asked me if I was game for another Indian lunch, and I more than willingly accepted. We fell into a pattern of lunching together every couple of weeks. I don't know if our colleagues noticed or found it remarkable, but if so no-one seemed to mention it. Our conversations were wide ranging and we discovered that we share tastes in books, films, music and travel. There never seemed to be time to finish all the things that we wanted to say and on more than one occasion Jeannie would say, wistfully, "Do we really have to go back to the office?" It took me all my time to say, "Yes, we really should", as I would have happily spent the rest of the day (and night) in her company. Slowly Jeannie was captivating me, but I kept telling myself that I am a happily married man and that this was the way it should stay. During our lunches Jeannie would also speak of her husband and I think she was conscious of this too. As the months passed our conversation would also include a little bit of mild flirting – nothing explicit, but there was definitely an overtone to some of our remarks. Also, because of her sports, Jeannie is a very physical person and her body language sends all sorts of signals, which I tried really hard to put an innocent interpretation on. When we talked at work, she would brush her beautiful red hair back behind her shoulder, exposing her neck. If she was sitting, she would let her shoe dangle from her foot and she would use her hands to smooth her dress or pants over her thighs. If she was standing, her body movements were pronounced and became almost a dance. All classic signs of attraction in a woman. I enjoyed watching these and although Jeannie would hold my gaze whenever we talked, she didn’t seem to mind when she caught my eyes wandering, and on more than one occasion she gave my eyes plenty to wander to. For example, she would find a reason to bend forward to reach for something and give me a gorgeous view down the front of her blouse. On another occasion, one evening when most of our co-workers had gone home, we were chatting and she told me that she had fallen off her bike the previous weekend, and then pulled up her skirt about nine inches above her knee, to show me the bruise on her thigh. All great body language, but nothing was explicitly sexual or a blatant come-on. I kept telling myself to be sensible, but something still told me that there was more there. Or maybe I just hoped! Then a couple of months ago, a new assignment came up which meant that Jeannie and I would be working much more closely together for some time. I couldn't have been happier, and from Jeannie's reaction I sensed that she wasn't exactly disappointed either. We threw ourselves into the work, and were really clicking and getting our tasks done. We would work late whenever necessary, and neither of us seemed to mind how late we stayed and sometimes it seemed like we were inventing work to stay for. One Friday evening, we were still at the office well past eight and I was reviewing a sales proposal that Jeannie had drafted that was due for Monday. I was sitting at my desk, looking at the proposal on my computer, and Jeannie was looking over my shoulder. I was having difficulty concentrating, as Jeannie was simply |
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