Continue to write about who she is and who she is talking to.
"I love you," she whispered into her pink cell phone. Nothing but music and the rustle of paper returned what she thought was an open and honest gesture. "Did you hear me?" she paused. "I said I love you."
Nothing again, she wished now she had kept her feelings to herself. For a year she had loved him, but today she had been brave enough to say it. She was about to end the call when she heard his voice.
"Anna is that you?"
She could lie, tell him it wasn't her. "No," she began, her voice trembling.
"Come on, I know that voice."
"I wanted to tell you for a very long time, but…"
"I don't know what to say?"
"I am sorry I need to go."
"Don't hang up, meet me, come down here."
"No, no, there is no way I am coming to an office party."
"Everyone is here."
"Oh come on, you can call this our first date."
Anna chewed on her bottom lip. This could not be happening, should she go there and see if he loved her too.
"Fine, I will come, on one condition."
"You tell me you at least like me a little bit."
"Anna, come on, I wouldn’t ask you to come here if I didn't."
"Okay, give me half an hour."
"See you soon."
Anna hung up and stood before the mirror in her bedroom, she was not as stunning as the girls at work, she hid behind her glasses, her hair and wore dresses that made her look professional. She was quiet, and kept to herself, which is why she had watched him, loved him from afar, but tonight she had told him how she felt. He was gorgeous and all she had ever wanted was to have him hold her, kiss her, and tell her he loved her as much as she loved him. She may only be nineteen, but she was far from being that silly little girl that many believed girls her age were.
She picked her dress out of the wardrobe, a tight red number, with a plunge neckline and skirt ended just above her knees. She chose to go bra less, she did not need to wear one, besides the dress was backless and would not look right. Her hair she allowed to flow around her face and applied her make-up. She smacked her lips together, and then slipped her feet into open toed sandals.
She took a cab, a black cab, the seats leather, the window between her and the driver was open, she could see his eyes in the window, watching her. She swallowed, glared at him, telling where to take her. He licked his lips. Thoughts ran through her mind, he could be anyone, this creepy looking man. She had happily climbed in the back of his cab, from her home and told this stranger where she wanted to go. She watched his knuckles turn white as he clenched the wheel tight, maybe he was fighting the urge to pull over and rape her. She had to push that thought away, not every man was evil, some were, but she had to be wrong.
"Here you go miss," he said, pulling the car up outside the building where she worked.
"Thank you," she watched him as she climbed out, his eyes were still on her. She hurried towards the building once paying the driver, his hand lingered to long on hers. It made her skin crawl. She snatched it away and shuddered.
The double doors were open, Anna walked down the corridor, her eyes on the lift, she hated the thing, she would much prefer to take the stairs, she had a thing about the one in this building. It was small, and smelt. The stairs it was. She opened the door to the stairwell and popped her head around it. The first thing she saw was Mary and Andrew from her department making out against the wall. They were drunk she could assume, they hated each other. A smile crept on her lips. She should take a picture, but she was not here for them, or one to gossip. She placed her hand on the rail of the stairs and made her way up the five flights. Each one bringing her closer to them all, to him. She changed her mind half way up, but she was here now and why waste the way she was dressed on going home again. She could hear the music, the laughter and imagined everyone enjoying themselves. She stood at the top, inhaled deeply before pushing the door open and entering the office floor. She stepped inside, the door closed and she was there, nothing she could do now, as everyone turned to look in her direction. They stopped talking, the music continued to play, but the hum of conversation ended. All eyes were on her.
"Anna, is that you?" she heard someone say, a voice she knew, a voice that belonged to him.
She looked for him in the crowd, there he stood, watching her, his eyes wide. She smiled at him.
"Wow," he said, walking towards her, his hand out for her to take.
Anna took it and followed him into the crowd, it was then she saw it, the board on the wall, her name on the top.
"What is that?"
"What?" he said, trying to lead her away.
"My name, my name is on that board."
"Oh that, nothing," he said. Then under his breath. "I told you to get rid of that."
She removed her hand from his and walked towards it. She looked up at it, her eyes darting from one side to the other. Her name, points scored, to get her here, to bed her. It was all there in black and white, of course her name was not the only one there.
"Is that some kind of joke?" she asked turning to face him.
The music now had been turned down, and it seemed they were all looking at her, they were all in on it. They were smirking, every last one of them. What had she ever done to them, she had worked there for as long as the other girls whose name was also on the board.
"You think this is funny," she said.
"No, but I was winning, now come on, don't be a spoiled little brat," he said. "You said you loved me."
"I thought I did, but now, I know I was wrong, it wasn't love, it was lust, so come on then, you want this?"
"Oh you know I do, I picked you, and have been waiting for this moment all year."
Anna took towards him, heaving her chest, and then pointed her finger at him.
"You can have all this," she began. "If you do me one little thing." Her eyes twinkled as she smiled at him.
"I will do anything you ask?" he said, standing straight and arms by his side.
The others she worked with all did the same.
"All of you are witness to what is happening right now and will when questioned reply these words. He asked her to do it."
They all nodded and chimed the words, 'he asked her to do it.'
"Good, now all watch, eyes wide, mouths closed."
He stood still, and smiled at her, his hands by his side.
"Take them off, down to your underwear, now," Anna ordered him. She was hurt by what he had done, but Kevin was now paying the price.
He did as she asked, removing his jacket, his shirt, and then his shoes, socks, trousers, and stood before her. Now she planned to have a little fun with him. She walked to the board, removed her name and exchanged it with his. Changing the list of items to gain points. She scribbled remove clothes, and added ten points. She ten scribbled, apply lip stick, and make-up, twenty points. The more she wrote the happier she felt, he deserved it.
By the time she was done, he was wearing a dress, heels and had a face full of make-up, over the top make up. She tilted her head, snapped her fingers.
"I think I am going to go, you are not the guy I thought you were."
"What do you mean," he began as he looked down. "What, how?"
"You wanted to do it," they all said in unison."
"Guess you won, look, you gained the most points after all," Anna said, pointing to the board.
He looked, his mouth open, she had of course taken a photo of that on her phone, and as she passed him, she whispered in his ear.
"You will never ever treat another woman like you did me tonight, or I will share the picture on my phone all over the internet."
Kevin looked at her, his eyes widened.
"Got it," he repeated.