Mind games

After three minutes of awkward silence, with him glaring at my body with a smugly expression, he stepped backwards.

“Hmm,” he hummed in a tone of satisfaction. “You know what? I have just had a change of mind, I think I will go and get real food.” He announced as he turned his back to me.

My jaws dropped! What? He stripped me half-naked, kinda put me in a mood and then he left? Who is this guy?

I sat there in disbelief as he grabbed his suit from the hanger on the wall and headed out of the office. He didn’t even look back as he abandoned me there.

I was confused by his actions, why did he stop halfway? Was it something to do with my body? I had to stare at my boobs to be sure. Did he not like the shape of my boobs? Did it disappoint him?

I was both vexed and sad. And neither of those were the emotions a person would expect that I would be feeling right now. For someone who didn’t want to do anything with him, I sure am supposed to be relieved but that was not the case.

Walking away l