Twist of Fate

Damn, he cursed as he left the conference room as one of the first. He was supposed to make a good impression on those gathered today, meanwhile the Szwedas presence made him lose his words. Today's speech was a total mess. To make matters worse, the entire meeting today had the impression that the new ace of the company was constantly sending him long, tempting glances.

No, it's just his imagination.

Only that already in Tenerife, the Szwedas said that Mikołaj was his type and caught his eye at first sight.

"Don't worry," Kamiński patted him on the back, causing Skrzynecki to jump up. "It was not that bad."

Mikołaj smiled wanly.

"I don't know what happened to me."

"Probably Elwira set you up at the last minute and you didn't have enough time to get ready." Don't worry, we all know what it's like with her. "

"Thanks," he muttered. It was a lie, he was prepared, but it was more convenient to blame the incompetent boss than to admit that he was distracted by some guy.

"Anyway, you didn't do the worst in the group," Kamiński walked beside him. "Did you notice how our friends tangled up?"

"How do you mention it now ..."

In fact, the girls from other departments were extremely restless today, which, with Mikołaj's own problems, did not catch his eye immediately, but now ... I wonder if the Szwedas caused similar reactions in women?

It wasn't comforting at all. Mikołaj was not a woman.

"So when will Elwira finally evaporate?" His companion snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Any day. If she insists on coming to work, the waters will leave her here."

"God save! As if we need it here! And this new specialist, what do you think about him?"

"I," he muttered. "Nothing. This is not my department."

"I'm not talking about it. Your position as the hottest guy in the company is at stake."

"As if it would interest me ..."

"Gentlemen ..."

They moved to the right side of the corridor and let Szwedas and director overtake the center. Did Mikołaj imagine or did he really see the seductive smile on the man's lips?

Something gripped Skrzynecki's guts.

Not good, he thought. Very bad. He may not work directly with the Szwedas, but accidental meetings in the hallways, in the cafe or even the toilet are inevitable. If his body reacts so nervously to these situations, it can get quite unpleasant.

"See you. I will enter a 'secluded place'."

Mikołaj went into the bathroom and turned on the water. He looked in the mirror. He was red. Not good. Very bad. He washed his face and wiped it with a paper towel, but the feeling of anxiety persisted neither from his solar plexus, nor from the organ between his legs. And that was an exaggeration. Damn it! The appearance of a Szwedas was a complication he absolutely did not need at this time.

***

The food was excellent. Wine also. However, Mikołaj had difficulty biting and swallowing solid foods, the wine flowed more easily, so the bottle emptied quite quickly.

The Szwedas ordered a second one.

"You know, I recognized you then. In the conference room. I was happy," he confessed, pouring wine into his glass.

"Yes?"

"At the time, in Tenerife, I regretted not exchanging contacts. It may sound silly, but I thought so. I felt so. I liked you a lot."

"Oh ..."

The Szwedas laughed and Mikołaj felt dangerous symptoms in his crotch.

What the hell is going on with me? Why does Szwedas company affect me so erotically? And why don't I leave knowing what is happening to me?

"You don't believe me. I don't mind. I really enjoyed our night. She had an invigorating breath of freshness. I don't often get the promiscuous virgins."

"Hey, that's not a compliment!" Mikołaj felt a flame on his face.

"I assure you that it is. Therefore, when I saw you in the conference room, I was surprised. And very happy. I thought that this was my second chance. A chance that I have no right to miss. I began to watch you and hope increased in me."

"What hope?"

"That I could take you in my arms again. That I could take you."

"Don't make such jokes," he growled. "That… it was just a one-time adventure. I was just curious, that's all."

"Your lips can say that, but the body can't lie."

Mikołaj felt a touch on his crotch. He jerked in surprise. The fork rang on the plate. He looked around the restaurant nervously. What should he do at this moment? How to behave? He felt panicking. If Stefan touches him that way ...

"Now you are also curious. It is interesting because I am also" Stefan smiled from above the glass. "So maybe we'll finish this dinner and satisfy each other's curiosity? What do you say?"

"I ... I ..."

That smile on Szwedas face - provocative, seductive and unusually warm at the same time - made Skrzynecki lose his clarity of thinking.

He shouldn't do this - let Stefan's toes rub against his penis closed behind his pants. He felt that petting was not without response. He shouldn't, definitely, but the man opposite him was right, his body was interested, even very much, what pleasure he could get this time by the touch of this imperious and at the same time sensitive man.

No, no, no, he shook his head and knocked back Szwedas leg.

"Act like a human," he growled, feeling his face was red. "We're in a public place."

"After all, no one can see. I love these long, floor-length tablecloths. Sometimes I get the impression they were made especially for this" His leg wandered again to Skrzynecki's crotch, while gray, shiny eyes continued to stare at his face.

These eyes, that smile, were so seductive that it wasn't a real challenge.

"Mikołaj..."

He shuddered when he heard his name affectionately said. Nobody ever addressed him that way.

"Mikołaj..." repeated the Szwedas. "Let's go upstairs."

Skrzynecki sighed feeling that his excitement was becoming unbearable and that his penis would soon find relief, otherwise it would be bad. Very bad.

How did he come to this place, at that time and with this man?

***

Elwira looked at him angrily.

"You made a fool of yourself," she snapped.

"Forgive me, I'm not like some walking perfection."

Her eyes narrowed dangerously. However, Mikołaj did not care. After all, he was not an intern or a novice, on whom the boss's anger could make an impression. He was her deputy and he was much better than herself and by doing two people's work he had the right to have a bad day. He tossed the papers heavily to the table and sank into a chair.

Ewka looked at him with remorse.

"Sorry, this is my report ..."

"Nonsense," he smiled at her. Unlike Elwira, he wasn't used to putting his frustration and failures on others. "The report was really fine. Not the best, but acceptable."

The boss hissed and got up from the desk.

"If you want something to be done right, do it yourself," she said.

So why didn't you do it? Thought Mikołaj.

As she left the room, the atmosphere relaxed almost immediately. Skrzynecki took a deep breath and started to work. He saw with horror that the stack of contracts to be verified clearly increased. He looked at Łukasz questioningly.

"Delivered when you were at the meeting."

No, okay, he thought to himself and sighed. His pile was definitely higher than the one on Elvira's desk, but something told him that it wasn't because she had already done her job.

The stack of documents only frightened him for a moment. If it works well, he will introduce all customers to the system today and will be able to monitor them.

New customers - he liked them. Not because he had a job thanks to them. He liked them because he thought the security offered by their company was really reliable and he was glad that more and more people felt the same. People more and more often took care of the safety of their companies and homes and put more and more confidence in their corporation, which also filled Skrzynecki with pride. It was nice to work in a company enjoying growing social trust. Thanks to this, he was satisfied with what he was doing.

"Are you going to lunch?" Ewka's voice snapped him out of the pile of documents.

"What? No, I'm not hungry now. I want to catch up with this job a bit."

The girl smiled pleasantly at him and left together with Łukasz.

Is it time for lunch? Thought Mikołaj. These two hours flew so quickly for him. He was so absorbed in his work not to think about his failure today and about ...

Don't think, don't think! A job is waiting for him!

But when his thoughts caught on a topic, it was not easy for them to tear themselves away from it. Mikołaj rolled his eyes around their office - four desks, all occupied even at lunchtime, were empty. Taking advantage of the loneliness, he sighed loudly and leaned on the desk.

Stefan Szwedas, this is the name of the man with whom he went to bed. Hard. A bit old-fashioned. Haughtily. But nice. It suits him. Stefan. Even nice. At that time, in Tenerife, Mikołaj did not even think that his lover could have been Polish. How was he supposed to think like that? The Szwedas had an accent indicating North American descent. Apparently, the Polish accent cannot be easily removed, but Szwedas worked in the United States for years and after all even Mikołaj was often mistaken as an American.

What a twist of fate that his summer adventure with a guy, that he would never see again will have further compilations!

No, it won't, he said, taking himself back to work. The Szwedas did not recognize him, ergo there will be no awkward meeting. They are completely strangers. Colleagues from a completely different department and at a different level. If they meet by chance in the hallway or in the kitchen, Mikołaj will politely tell a friend "good morning" and the end of the topic. Basta. It has passed and there is nothing to bother.

A hot evening, the taste of cuba libre and white sheets came alive before his eyes.

And the gray, provocative, seductive eyes of a stranger.

Stefan Szwedas.

No, no, no, he shook his head again. He can't remembering that event.