TANGLE OF LEGS, part 1

On that sunny day in early autumn, a woman gritted her teeth on the 12th floor of a downtown skyscraper. Even from her office, Evelyn Bauer could hear them talking about her. She didn’t even need to take her eyes off of the monitor and look through the door, because the words came clear—too clear—to her ears.

“I met her in the elevator this morning,” Louis, one of her officemates, was saying. Knowing that he was a pervert man, she didn’t need much imagination to visualize his creepy gesture. “She was wearing the shortest skirt I’ve ever seen, guys. You had to see her legs! They’re perfect, just perfect, with those thighs that are so, so…”

Frowning, Evelyn grunted softly, hating that the man got tongue-tied when he was trying to define the thighs of the mysterious woman that was tormenting her for over a month through third parties.

“Juicy is the word you’re looking for,” she heard Peter’s voice.

That adjective belongs to my thighs, stupid traitor, Evelyn thought, remembering how the man had used the term with her just a few days ago. After five weeks working at the head offices of Beautycious, Evelyn had heard how her colleagues praised secretly her spectacular figure, but also how they did it too with the supposedly perfect body of that woman named Lorene Mlakar. They talk too much about her…and with too much adulating words, she said herself, trying to concentrate on work—but, with the background flattering echo, it was impossible.

“Oh, Peter, if they were only her legs. She has everything: a beautiful face, amazing tits, a great ass. And her hips are…”

“Guys!” Evelyn’s voice crossed the floor, serious and with an angry touch. She poked her head out the door of her office and looked at her companions harshly. “Cut the chit-chat and get to work. There’s so much to do.”

“Sorry, Evelyn,” Louis replied, with his face suddenly turning red. But, despite the scolding of his supervisor, he couldn’t help but quietly add some final words to Peter. “At lunch I tell you more details…”

Evelyn watched as both exchanged a knowing look, which it was felt as a stab in her belly. The situation was becoming increasingly untenable.

Don’t they have more than enough with me? she thought with some bitterness, even though at that moment both men looked at her with desire longer than was correct. But none of that mattered to her at that moment. She needed air, so she got up and, with a muttered excuse, left the office. Not even the passionate impudence with which the dozens of men who were working in her section were looking at her in her escape could comfort her. Reaching the elevator, Evelyn pressed the call button and waited, chewing on an idea that had hanging around her head for days.

I’m jealous, she admitted at last. Jealous for the first time in my life. Jealous of a woman I don’t know, jealous of a woman I haven’t seen yet.

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