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Story: Twelve Days of Christmas
DECEMBER 14TH
ON THE FIRST DAY OF CHRISTMAS…
Like any other day,I sit in my office across from his. I can see him through the glass walls that separate us; sometimes I watch him when he doesn’t know I’m watching.
Cameron.
I love to watch him when he thinks no one is looking.
Like now.
He’s just got back from a sales brief – a meeting I thankfully didn’t have to attend, to find a neatly wrapped Christmas gift waiting on his desk.
I watch as his brow furrows, for just a second, before he looks up at me.
I smile, and he grins. And he starts to unwrap it, but then stops.
I watch as he picks up his office phone, and my intercom button lights up. “Excuse me, Mr. Hensley,” his smooth voice speaks to me. “Would this gift be… appropriate for work?”
Oh, he knows me so well. But it’s not like I’d wrap up a sex toy for him to open at work. “Why, yes it is appropriate,” I say with a chuckle. “But I like the way you think, Mr. Fletcher.”
He puts the phone back and grins at me through the glass walls.
He unwraps the paper and pulls out the socks. There’s three pairs; a naughty or nice Santa pair, a cheeky Rudolph the reindeer pair and the naughty elf pair. He looks up at me and grins; it’s his eye-crinkling, full teeth grin that makes my heart thump against my ribs.
This is going to be so much fun.
DECEMBER 15TH
ON THE SECOND DAY OF CHRISTMAS…
Cameron hasa meeting with Bree from Accounts, so getting his second gift on his desk is easy.
I remembered how he’d told me of a book he’d read as a boy; he told me how it struck a chord with him; how he’d loved it, and how he’d read it over and over, until it fell apart.
The Little Prince by Antione de Saint-Exupery.
It turns out it’s a popular book. But tracking down a first edition was a bitch. It just so happens I’m talking on the phone with a client when he opens it. But watching his face through the glass walls when he sees what it is is priceless.
Shock. Awe. Disbelief. Love.
So much fucking love.
I clear my throat and ask the person on the phone – whose name has completely slipped my mind – if they’d be so kind as to hold on a sec. I cover the receiver with my hand at my chest. I swear there aren’t two walls of glass between us. There isn’t an office buzzing with staff, phones, voices…
Just Cameron. And me.
He stares at me, and I can see him swallow. Then he mouths, “Thank you.”
I smile at him, tip my imaginary hat and mouth back to him, “You’re welcome.”
DECEMBER 16TH
ON THE THIRD DAY OF CHRISTMAS…
Work is busy;people want things finalized before Christmas, and they want them finalized now. I might be one of those people.
I’m pacing in my office with my phone to my ear. The multi-million dollar, snow-filled view out the window would be considered beautiful by some, but I don’t even bother looking.
ON THE FIRST DAY OF CHRISTMAS…
Like any other day,I sit in my office across from his. I can see him through the glass walls that separate us; sometimes I watch him when he doesn’t know I’m watching.
Cameron.
I love to watch him when he thinks no one is looking.
Like now.
He’s just got back from a sales brief – a meeting I thankfully didn’t have to attend, to find a neatly wrapped Christmas gift waiting on his desk.
I watch as his brow furrows, for just a second, before he looks up at me.
I smile, and he grins. And he starts to unwrap it, but then stops.
I watch as he picks up his office phone, and my intercom button lights up. “Excuse me, Mr. Hensley,” his smooth voice speaks to me. “Would this gift be… appropriate for work?”
Oh, he knows me so well. But it’s not like I’d wrap up a sex toy for him to open at work. “Why, yes it is appropriate,” I say with a chuckle. “But I like the way you think, Mr. Fletcher.”
He puts the phone back and grins at me through the glass walls.
He unwraps the paper and pulls out the socks. There’s three pairs; a naughty or nice Santa pair, a cheeky Rudolph the reindeer pair and the naughty elf pair. He looks up at me and grins; it’s his eye-crinkling, full teeth grin that makes my heart thump against my ribs.
This is going to be so much fun.
DECEMBER 15TH
ON THE SECOND DAY OF CHRISTMAS…
Cameron hasa meeting with Bree from Accounts, so getting his second gift on his desk is easy.
I remembered how he’d told me of a book he’d read as a boy; he told me how it struck a chord with him; how he’d loved it, and how he’d read it over and over, until it fell apart.
The Little Prince by Antione de Saint-Exupery.
It turns out it’s a popular book. But tracking down a first edition was a bitch. It just so happens I’m talking on the phone with a client when he opens it. But watching his face through the glass walls when he sees what it is is priceless.
Shock. Awe. Disbelief. Love.
So much fucking love.
I clear my throat and ask the person on the phone – whose name has completely slipped my mind – if they’d be so kind as to hold on a sec. I cover the receiver with my hand at my chest. I swear there aren’t two walls of glass between us. There isn’t an office buzzing with staff, phones, voices…
Just Cameron. And me.
He stares at me, and I can see him swallow. Then he mouths, “Thank you.”
I smile at him, tip my imaginary hat and mouth back to him, “You’re welcome.”
DECEMBER 16TH
ON THE THIRD DAY OF CHRISTMAS…
Work is busy;people want things finalized before Christmas, and they want them finalized now. I might be one of those people.
I’m pacing in my office with my phone to my ear. The multi-million dollar, snow-filled view out the window would be considered beautiful by some, but I don’t even bother looking.