The clack of my heels on the cool marble floor rang in my ears as I tried unsuccessfully to avoid waking the whole chalet up.
“Man, you sure are drunk,” he whispered.
“No thanks to you! You could’ve helped me out a bit, you ass,” I mumbled as I leaned on him, both of us stumbling unsteadily to our rooms.
“I tried, but when big boss wants to target our best manager, who am I to stand in the way,” he grinned.
“Oh, you bitch. Oh my gawd. That really was a lot,” I groaned into his shoulder. Good old Z, my work spouse, who you could always rely on to be there for you, with his easy humour and lopsided smile. It had been a massive reassurance to have him there, shielding me from the worst of the drunken loutishness at the management after party.
We made it to my door and I paused, hand on the doorknob. “Well, goodnight then. Aren’t you going to tuck me in?”
“Well C, seeing as I’ve already been covering your goddamn ass the whole year, I think I’ll pass this time,” he laughed. “It’s definitely an ass worth saving, so let’s save it for later”
“Wow, a compliment! Will the wonders never cease?” I teased back as I absentmindedly loosened my belt. “God, it feels good to get that off. I was about to throw up”
He threw his hands in the air and breathed a sigh of mock relief “Thank god for that. My days of helping drunk girlfriends hold their hair back over the toilet bowl are long over”
“Awww I’m not your girlfriend though. Would you have done that for me?” I pouted. I must have been tipsier than I thought, because I threw caution to the wind as I pulled my belt tight under my bum and wriggled it teasingly at him.
It was in that moment that something clicked and the atmosphere changed. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw his face become serious.
“You’re drunk, C. Let’s get you back into your room.”
Suddenly sober, I nodded timidly “I’m going to need some help with this dress though. J helped me with it earlier and she’s totally knocked out”
My hands trembling, I gingerly pulled my hair aside to show him the shiny metal clasp at the top. He cleared his throat awkwardly and I felt his cool fingers touch my neck.
“It’s really tight, C. Ah, there we go”
He pulled the zip halfway down my back, almost to my bra strap. I felt his solid closeness and as I took in his scent, sensations I couldn’t explain ran through my body. Time stood still as we waited with bated breath.
Finally, he heaved a long sigh and stepped into the doorway of his own room, right opposite mine.
“Goodnight, C,” he whispered as he stood framed in the doorway. He’d put his hands in his pockets as though he couldn’t trust them.
“Goodnight, Z. Thanks for everything” I replied.
I shouldn’t have, but then I looked back at him again, and the glimpse of that lopsided smile drove me crazy. Taking a shaky step forward, I reached back and tugged the zip resolutely lower.
Hearing his sharp intake of breath, I smiled to myself.
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