J is a good friend. An old one actually. We go way back to secondary school. He's married with 2 kids and has a wife who is a black-belt in Aikido. She has arm-locked J on several occasions and he tells me its painful. I believe him.
So J calls me last night. Just to talk. Actually gossip, like old times.
He has a new colleague, lets call her M. Late twenties with a slim tight body to die for. She's articulate and intelligent and can hold a conversation on the English Premier League which would make Jose Murinho blush. So they have been lunching together with the people in their section. J, the ever so engaging Section Head, makes it a point to lunch with his guys and girls. He always blanjas.
J told me in the 2 months or so that M has come onboard his team, she has grown pretty comfortable with him. Comfortable enough to make fun of his little paunch and to comment that he has a flabby neck. Mind you, she is his subordinate you know. Anyway, J said she takes every opportunity to 'disturb' him, saying his cologne is too strong lah, his shirt and tie is mis-matched lah, why he sometimes looks like a goondu lah..et cetera. And because she's such an articulate little bitch, he just manages a meek defense. Of course the other colleagues just lap it all up. Its sort of kinky you know to see your boss 'kena'. Nothing like some S&M entertainment during makan time!
Trouble is, a couple of nights when J and M were working late alone together, she just morphs into this demure little angel, schweet and all things nice. Fluttering her little wings out to the pantry to make coffee for J, tidying up his files on the jungle he calls his desk and GET THIS, massaging his tired shoulders and flabby neck! Yes, I choked on my kopi-O and spluttered some on my handphone. 'Woah, what's going on man?' I asked J. He shrugged his shoulders (at least he sounded like he did) and answered, 'but she's attached leh'.
Apparently M's boyfriend is a PE teacher. J has seen his picture on M's desk and thought he saw them in a lovey-dovey pose which she uses as wallpaper on her workstation. 'So you think she likes you?' I asked J. I had to refrain from sounding scathing because I was thinking to myself, this girl would be crazy to sacrifice toned triceps for a flabby neck! ahaha. As usual, J could only mutter a weak ' I dunno'. I think he has been too dominated by this femme fatale already, he can't even speak properly anymore.
So the dilemma continues. Does she or does she not have a crush on J? I told J to keep me updated. I also told him that she probably has a passing fetish for her 30-ish boss with 2 kids and an increasingly-inflating spare tyre.
Maybe after they 'do it' in the office pantry, the novelty would wear off. Boy why don't I have such luck!