I Know What Boys Like
Sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me.
Rihanna crooned in my ear as I made my way from Bank Station toward Spin Gym. I’d just left work after a long day and was ready for my hour-long spin class. I stretched as I walked and continued to bop along, perhaps dancing a bit too enthusiastically and not exactly singing under my breath. In the dark of the night, did it really matter?
I couldn’t contain myself. I’d had the best day at work and I needed to celebrate. I’d been counting down the days and today was finally the day; my year long probation was up and my bosses had decided I’d done well enough—ahem, repented enough—to keep me on. Not only did they keep me on, though, which is all I had been hoping for, but also promote me to Client Manager. “Client manager?!” I had balked at Leslie, my boss, when she told.
“Well only if you want it,” she shrugged and grinned, knowing damn well I wanted it. A smile came to my lips just thinking about it. I’d thought I’d fucked myself with this job and wasn’t sure they’d even keep me after the probation period. “You’ve worked hard, babe. Tom and I see that. You’ve had great ideas and brought a lot of good things to the company as a junior assistant.”
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon I like it, like it.
Rihanna and I sang together. I fogged Leslie’s warning out of my memory, choosing to only remember the praise she gave me, because it wasn’t going to happen again. I was not going to fuck things up again.
I reached for the door handle to Spin Gym, pausing briefly to finish singing. I was startled as the door pulled back further behind me and turned to see what was happening. A guy was standing directly behind me looking bemused. Not just any guy, a really, really attractive guy I had seen only once before in class about a week prior. He had sat behind me and I may have bounced my bum around a little more than necessary on the bike throughout the duration of class.
“Sorry!” I apologized breathlessly, ripping the earbuds out. “I can’t hear with these things in; I had no idea you were behind me.”
“’S’fine,” he said quietly, yet still clearing laughing at the dance party I had been having for myself. Who knew how long he’d been following me. My face reddened at the thought of all the dancing and singing I had done the last ten minutes.