. When we broke apart, her breathing was a little heavy and her wide-eyed pupils dilated. “Wow. That was ... I ... That was better than Friday.”�...Yeah, well. I wasn’t kissing my girlfriend on Friday, was I?”She launched herself at me and I staggered backwards a step from the force of it. Yep, definitely better than Friday.Life settled into something a routine after that. I played the role of Lisa’s boyfriend as best I could. And I was playing a role.Don’t get wrong, she was a nice girl and I. All the young ladies at work were mesmerized by his tall, lean personality, and at least a dozen of them had crush on the boss. But somehow, I always felt that Vikas liked me better than those other girls at work. I could just feel it. He is a good looking man, sure, but no one can say that I am a lesser match for him. Standing at 5'7" with a definitely very above average body, I looked beautiful. All the men who complimented my looks over the years, definitely gave me a reason to trust my. That was awesome.Fourteen minutes after that, we were standing on his stoop. I could tell he was about to say something silly like "Are you sure?" so I stopped him in his tracks. I couldn't have been more sure about anything. And I couldn't wait any longer.I can now understand why the consummation of marriage is such an important ritual in some cultures. Since Sunday, when Kay planted the first seeds of hope in my mind, all through dinner, we were dealing with 'theory, ' with 'potential.' But. ’ I replied. ‘Be right back.’ ‘Hurry up, we only have an hour for lunch.’ ‘Right.’ I hurried to the kitchen before I even completely realized what had just happened. I had made him lunch, in his own apartment, and instead of saying ‘thank you’ he yelled at me and made me do it again. And worse, I just said ‘sorry’ and was now doing it again. What was happening? I should just bring this back and tell him to fix it himself. Even as I was thinking these things I was fixing the tuna salad with.