Colleague Temptation

Prologue

Christophe stared at the ceiling, the neon lights, bright and mesmerizing somehow. He found himself in the same secure and private place he liked to be in when he was bored out of his mind.

Getting lost in the vastness of his private thoughts, he lingered in his daily sanctuary away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. As a customer's service agent for the massive financial institution he worked for, one would need to find such a haven.

We only needed to consider the constant annoyance of customers calling in, stating how "he" owed them something, how "their" company would never do mistakes, how "he" is a ...(Insert whichever swear word you are attached too, here) and how the world would be a better place if "he" didn't exist.

Staring back at his screen, into the space between the lines of charges and numbers ever accumulating in front of him, drowning out the sound of the yet again "peeved" customer who was telling the same story for the fifth time in a row, he retracted to that part of his brain where he loved to be the most.

That place was the place where he could let his thoughts wander wherever they wanted to go. It was there waiting for him to think up of yet another love filled scenario in which he could play the story in his mind like a sappy hallmark good movie. The love of the day in question's name was; Peter...and not just any Peter, but his best friend, Peter. He knew he shouldn't go there, but he couldn't stop himself.

People at work had always told him, and said Peter, that they looked like a couple, they were still together and did most things together...it didn't mean they were together, but the thought had always intrigued him. That infamous series of words that could cause so much havoc; What if?

What type of relationship could they have if there was an even remote possibility of this? The curiosity got the better of him and though he knew it wasn't the healthiest thing to do than to "man crush" on his best friend. No one but him would need to know...so there would be no harm in it right?

Yes, he had been in love with a man before, apparently as a gay man that was a common thing. He had even been in love once with a straight man at that, unrequited love at its best. He knew it to be ridiculous, especially for a thirty-seven-year-old man, but he could not help himself.

He had been absolutely head over heels in love with him, to his greatest chagrin. Moving on to his topic of the day, he reverted to comparing himself to his former "love interest" it was a way to try and convince himself to forget him, the only problem....it never really worked. And now he was tempting faith by doing it again but this time with his best friend. He had issues. Maybe he should book a psychologist or something.

Christophe was as mentioned; thirty-seven years old, 6'5" tall, broad-shouldered, light brown wavy hair, dark brown eyes, an extremely sharp dresser, mild-mannered men, with retro black-framed glasses and who tended to be on the slightly chubby side, he went through his mental checklist with a somewhat disgusted look on his face.

He had what was once a very well defined physique, but with added padding that the years had brought on with them it had been hard to change, though he was thick boned, it did very little to comfort him. Recently he had started training, and his body shape had changed, he had pectorals, and his abdomen region was defining itself. But he still had love handles and was always very self-conscious about his looks.

In comparison, "Peter" the friend and now in his mind "the man" he was contemplating was of an athletic build, this was apparent by the excellent care he took in maintaining his appearance by going to the gym every day.

He, also, was a smart dresser but not to the same extent as Christophe. He had light sandy brown hair in a military-style buzzer cut, deep amber eyes, stood 6'0 tall, he was also adorned with tattoos on his arms that covered the entire sleeve areas of both his arms. He had a macho demeanour that made it clear to the world that he was straight and was also a fervently known as a player/womanizer to everyone. To add insult to injury, he was also a great friend of his.