Finding His Unicorn
With all the strength I have left I turn around and walk out of the room. Just when I think I can breathe a sigh of relief Mike turns the corner in front of me and almost knocks me over.
“Whoa there, sexy,” he says as he grabs my upper arms to keep me from falling. The way he says “sexy” makes my skin crawl.
I take a step back and get out of his grip. “Excuse me,” I say through tight teeth and try to move around him. He side-steps to block my path and at this point I’ve had enough. “Get out of my way.”
He blinks a few times as if he’s never heard the words before. “I just thought maybe we could spend a little time together since it’s your last day.” His face relaxes and he’s trying his best to be smooth.
“Absolutely not.” I’m tired of giving this shithead mixed signals and after seeing that party room that I know he was a part of, I need to set this straight. “I don’t want to touch you, or look at you, or breathe the same air as you.” My anger is rising and I have to tamp it down if I’m going to make it until three o’clock. “I want you to stay away from me.”
He holds up his hands in dramatic gesture as he takes a step back. “Easy, ice queen. I was just being nice.”
I don’t answer him but I hear him mumble the word “bitch” as I pass. I will never understand how some men are allowed to live on the same planet as men like Blaze. I keep my mouth shut and go back to my desk and focus on packing up. There’s not much I have to take with me, but there are some forms I need to fill out, and that’s going to take me some time.
When lunch time rolls around, I get a text from Blaze saying he’ll see me at three and that he packed food in my bag for me. I smile as I open it up and see the sandwich he must have slipped in there earlier before he bent me over in the kitchen.
Thoughts of making love to him flitter through my mind and I spend my lunch hour fantasizing about what I’m going to do to him when we’re alone together. When I brought up the fact that we weren’t using protection the other night he just smiled and then he kissed me, which turned into making love on the couch in the living room. I think he’s not so secretly trying to get me pregnant, and I don’t mind one bit. From the moment I met Blaze it felt like I could finally begin my life, and what better way to do that than make a family?
As I fill out paperwork and clear out files on my computer I dream about our future. One with babies and laughter, and all the things I never thought possible all wrapped into one. It’s not until my phone vibrates with a text from Blaze that I see it’s almost time to go. I’m so thankful that I made it through this last day almost completely unscathed and I can’t get out of this building fast enough.
I grab my box and scoop up my purse as I walk to the front. The receptionist doesn’t look up from her computer as I walk by her and out the front door. I breathe a sigh of relief when no one stops me or makes any effort to start more crap before I can escape. But when I walk outside and see five fire trucks lining the building I nearly drop the box in my hand.
Just then I hear the sound of alarms going off from inside the building and I turn to see where it’s coming from. I take a step back from the glass doors as more alarms go off and then I see the sprinkler system come on. I gasp as yet more sirens blare from inside and then I see blue foam shooting from the ceiling.
“Oh my God,” I whisper to myself just before I hear the sounds of shouting and people running toward the door.
One by one people rush out of the building covered in blue foam and soaked from head to toe. Out of the corner of my eye I see the firemen standing by with hoses to spray people off as they exit the office. In what I can only describe as a parade of poetic justice, a line of those cruel women flood the parking lot covered in blue dye and wet foam. Laughter bubbles up from inside me as I watch them screaming and waving their hands as the firemen have to hose them down.