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’m an home now, after posting the news on time and with a glass of wine in my hand, I can’t stop playing with Jorge’s card. I roll it between my fingers over and over again. I sip again to the red liquid and roll the card once more. I can call him tomorrow to thank him. Or I can wait for the next time I see him, I have the perfect excuse to go there. Also, I can tell him I am in debt with him and ask him to drink something some day...

But, what are you saying Laura? Think in Claudia and Noelia... He is a married man. That’s it, I am done thinking foolishness. I keep the card in the desk and I sip again the Rioja I have in my hand. Yes, Jorge’s topic is over, it doesn’t lead me anywhere.

“Paula, I have something to tell you ...”

“Hello Lau! Don’t tell me you have to work this weekend, because you are going out whether you want it or not” Paula answers the other side of the phone.

“No, is not that” how can I say this without seem stupid... “I was with Jorge at his office today and...”

“...Did you have sex with him?”

Paula’s voice gets louder with that phrase.

“No! Are you insane? He is married and has a daughter!”

“So what? Excuses, excuses... he would be the one with the problem not you” she answers with that particular mean girl tone.

I can almost see her moving her hands like it is not a big deal to convince me that I can have sex with a married man and get rid of consequences.

“I am serious Pau...” I almost begged her to listen to me without making jokes.

“Ok, ok. Well, tell me...”

“I went to the firm to meet my parents and ask them for help with a case I was working in but, they took so much time to meet me and Jorge offered to help me and asked me to go to his office”.

“Captain Von Trapp?”

Yes, that’s the nickname Paula assigned him years ago and everytime she sees him, she hums any soundtrack of Smiles and Tears film. You know, that stricted man who treated his sons like if they were part of the troops of his personal army, who never lets himself smile at any moment. The big difference was that Captain Von Trapp fell in love with Maria a couple of weeks later but me... Anyway, I have given thirteen years to my particular captain and, that is no short time actually...

My friends don’t understand how I can feel attracted to someone so serious. They acknowledge he is very attractive but, Jorge has never shown interest on me after all this years we met. The situation was funny for me at first: the typical handsome guy you watch passing by and that’s it. But today... I still don’t understand very well why I am still so nervous.

“Yes, we were locked at his office for half an hour and... I have become some disturbed, I don’t know why I called you at this time, I’m sorry...”

To be honest, I feel ridiculous calling to a friend in the middle of the night like if I was a horny teenager.

“Are you dumb?” I hear her laughing in the other side of the line “Nothing happens. I am not surprised he disturbed you, he is hotter than hell. I would collapse in the middle of his office if I don’t jump over his neck right in the moment I have him next to me”.

Now it is me who laugh.

“I see, he looked really handsome today... I look like a child, what a conversation!” Paula laughs again, I don’t know anymore if she laughs with me or because of me but, I appreciate her contagious laugh, it calms me nerves “I’ll try to sleep a while, I have to work tomorrow and it’s already difficult to get to know what people say in the press conference but sleepy...”

“Come back and ask Jorge to explain you details again and you offer to pay the favor somehow...” she is hilarious at expense of me. I am not amazed; I would do the same if it were the opposite.

We hung the phone up and I went right to bed trying to fall asleep as fast as I could. Stop thinking about Jorge, he is only the handsome guy in the office.  He disturbs me badly... I won’t visit the law firm for a while; problem solved.