The Promised Land

Kev couldn’t concentrate. He really should have been listening to ‘the Chief’ but his mind was elsewhere; about eighteen inches to the boss’s left to to be exact. He could hear his boss's voice but he couldn’t decipher the words. It was like the constant hum of a plane’s engine droning on and on. He tried to drag his mind back to the business in hand, but he couldn’t, it was impossible. Feint beads of perspiration formed on Kev’s forehead, he was hot and the room was airless. His nostrils filled with the smell of male sweat; his own? 

 To anyone else in the room Liz’s behaviour seemed innocence. She was leaning forward, her head turned towards the boss, arms arched on the desk, the back of her hands supporting her chin. Her pen hung idly in her right hand. She appeared to be listening intently to the old dinosaur’s monotonous monologue.

But Kev knew that the pen had been strategically positioned. He watched mesmerised as she gently, subtly used the pen to point the way. Slowly, ever so slowly it zigzagged its way down her cleavage and then painstakingly snaked its way back up. Her eyes, seemingly so locked on the boss, kept darting over to Kev, making sure he was transfixed by her little show.

Kev shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His trousers had just got tighter. He longed for the meeting to be over. People would drift away from the office, starting the long journey home to the suburbs maybe stopping off for a quick pint over at the Bridge Inn. Kev would turn down the invites - make little excuses and vague promises of catching them later in the hope that tonight would finally be the night Liz stopped teasing and started playing. He tried to look at the boss but his eyes drifted over to Liz again. God she was beautiful; her blonde shoulder length hair, showing off her beautiful neck. He loved that neck, could stare at it for hours, he’d kiss it for longer if only she’d let him. Her blue eyes flicked towards him again, he saw the slightest trance of a dimple on her cheek as she tried to suppress a smile. Why did she do this to him? Why did she torture him, tease him? Why wouldn’t she let him get to the promised land?