Micki Wall, Matchmaker. (Lesbian)

Secret Admirer

I had just finished my last consultation of the day, when I looked at the clock. It said 3:57. I'm out this bitch in exactly one hour and three minutes. I love my job, but I love my bed a lot more. Especially lately. Number one, I had just got a new king sized mattress, and found it way easier to fall asleep on it. Number two, I had been messing around in it with Chez lately. I was way more interested in doing either of those things rather than sitting at work all day. It was especially boring when I didn't have a mixer to host.

Just then, Chez walks through with lunch, I guess. I glanced at the clock again to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me. Maybe now was lunchtime and I was just crazy. I looked back and the clock now read 3:59. Nah, it was right. I am confused as to why she decided to come here today. I wear a look of confusion on my face, even while I welcomed her to my office with a quick smooch. "Hey, girl." I said. She had showed up in a business casual outfit, but I can't tell if it was intentional or not. Today she had on a white wifebeater with a plain back button up over it. To go with it she had on some white shorts that go just over her knee, with plain black flip flops. She had been walking with her round black shades on but when she smooched me she had pushed them to the top of her head, resting them onto her waterfall of straight hair. "I bought you food." she says in a singsongy voice. "Aw, thank you, baby." I said, cheesing. I took the bag of food from her in one hand, and took her hand in the other, leading her to the back table in my office. This was a table that got put in here to make room for a meeting in the big office, I suppose. Whoever put it in here never came and got it back. It would be of good use to me now, though. She picks out a chair and sits down as she scans the environment. I sat down next to her and started unpacking the food. "You came just in time." I said, feeling my stomach growling for the third time. I had my lunch break already but all I'd had was a salad. I had been trying to work on eating healthier which included doing portion control but the shit just never worked out for me. I was always hungry right after. A few minutes later, we were engaging in small talk, mostly about the office and what goes down on here. "Yeah, I was like damn, these offices are nice. I was hoping I could holler at Syd real quick about something, but she was on the phone." She wanted to talk to Syd? Yikes. I knew they were friends but I couldn't help but be glad Chez wouldn't get the chance to slip up. She takes a dig at some of the noodles from the carton I shoved between us. I knew I wouldn't be able to finish all of it, no matter how hungry I was. Then she looked dead at me while she was chewing. It wasn't sexual or anything, it just looked like she was thinking about how to ask me something. And I think I could safely bet a hundred million dollars that I knew what she was going to ask me. I readied myself to answer this question without a hint of attitude. I was stressed out about having to tell Sydney what's going on. "I'm just gonna go ahead and assume you haven't told Sydney yet." she says, plainly. "Why assume, when you can just ask? Never assume.You wanna know why? 'Cause it makes an ass out of you and me." I said, stifling a giggle. Chez didn't think that shit was funny. She just took another bite of the noodles, without saying anything.
"She's been on the phone all day. I just haven't had the time to sit down with her. On break, she was eating lunch and talking on the phone." I explained.

I could tell it was paining her not to roll her eyes at me. Instead she chuckled wryly. "You think I was playin' about them 48 hours, don't you? 17 are gone, Micki. Get it done."

"I know, I'm aware, girl. I've been counting them down myself." I replied, with a sigh. "Look, I'm a prideful person and I like being right. Admitting that someone else is right is painful for me."

Chez groans. "I wish you would move past that, I really do." she says, in a low voice. "Babe, I don't wanna hide any part of my life from anybody. If you knew exactly how much hiding I've had to do in this life, you'd understand why I need you to tell Sydney about us." she said. She gently grabbed my face and brought it towards her own. "I wanna be able to be anywhere, be in front of anyone and do this." she said, bringing me into a slow kiss. I kissed her back and couldn't help but smile. "You're so corny, I hate you." I said, laughing quietly.
"C'mon, let's finish eating before we get something started in here." Chez suggested. I agreed with her and that is exactly what we did.

After Chez left to head home and change, I decided that I needed to tell Sydney about me and her. While I wouldn't call her patient, she had probably given me more leeway than I deserved with this whole situation. I could see that it was getting harder by the day for Chez to keep this secret from Syd. I didn't wanna find out what happened at the end of 48 hours of me not obeying my girlfriend. I didn't wanna argue with her anymore. She didn't deserve this. I mean, I felt like I might even enjoy talking about Chez with Syd. She's my best friend and it's all we've ever done once we got partners is confide in each other. How could I violate that now? Once I slipped out of work, I shot Syd a text to come over after work.

LATER THAT NIGHT

"Today was... Ugh. My client sucks. Her attitude is horrible." Syd remarks, taking a sip of her winecooler. She was sitting across from me on the couch, venting about her abnormally busy day. I'd never seen her that busy, ever. I mean, we did have some slow days but for the most part we were moderately busy. Today, Syd's phone was ringing off the hook. In all of my days, I'd never been that busy.
"Oh, yeah? I didn't do much of anything today. Are you juggling a bunch of clients or something?" I asked.

"Yeah, I've been trying to get at least four of them in this week. I guess all the matches decided today was the day to call me." she said, rolling her eyes. "And then Mr. Prynne insisted he brief me on my behavior in his establishment, all because I let Fiona know exactly what I thought of her." I raised my eyebrow. "Ah, man. Next time you'll play nice." I said.

There's a knock at the door.

I raised my eyebrow.  Syd and I look at each other with the same amount of curiosity. Aw, hell, I hope it ain't who I think it is. I took my sweet time getting to the door, but there was no one there. I looked down and there it sat.... A bouquet of flowers. It was a bundle of red, black, and white roses. I picked them up and closely analyzed them.

I grimaced. "Who the fuck sent me flowers?" I wondered aloud, under my breath. I never understood why people got so excited over them. What the fuck am I gonna do with those this? I looked for the attached tag. When I find it, I roll my eyes. It's signed, "secret admirer". Most people might think shit like this is cute, but I was just annoyed. I never did like playing guessing games nor receiving shit like this.
I went back in the house and shut the door, and walk towards Syd.

Sydney's face lights up. "Oooh, look at you, receiving flowers and shit."

"I could care less. Besides, I-"

Sydney's phone rang at that second. "One second." She held up her index finger to let me know she had to answer this.

"Oh, hi, Cam." she said. I sat up and tried to listen in, because Cam is Macy's sister.
"You are?"
I couldn't hear shit.
"Okay, I'm coming right now..... Alright. See ya."

"Sydney, what's goin' on, dawg? You gotta leave so early?" I ask, concerned.

"Yeah, I gotta go. I can't talk now, I'll tell you when it's all over." she says, rushing to get her things.

"Well... Drive safe." I say.

"I will. Bye." she says, before slamming my door behind her.

I sat back on my couch and rolled my eyes. Of course something came up when I was gonna finally  come clean. Of fucking course.