Equilibrium

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Equilibrium: Marcus scanned the dim establishment he’d discovered about a month ago, and now often frequented. Holding a small glass of whiskey in one hand, he lounged on a leather armchair pushed back against the wall. People crowded the bar across the room, chatting and laughing while a tall, thin man and a petite, Asian-American woman served them drinks. Good-looking people in club clothes filled the dance floor while a band played eclectic dance music. He tilted his head in consideration as he studied the moving bodies. The combination of musicians – the typical drummer, guitarist and pianist on a small keyboard, as well as a violinist, a saxophonist, and a trumpeter - shouldn’t have worked to produce the music they did; but they managed to do it, and quite well. The lighting should have created an intimate atmosphere, where booths were the thing and private conversations were held; however the general mood of this small bar was fast, fun and full of cheer. All in all, a pleasing mass of contradictions, something he appreciated as both a man and a businessman. It was his favourite place to spend his free time in, and provided him with a great many pickings for another pleasurable pursuit. Downing the remainder of his drink, he set the empty glass down on a small table nearby and pushed himself to his feet. A few steps left him dancing next to a tall Latino woman. He introduced himself and returned her sultry smile. Let the dance begin, he thought. --Ailene barely resisted punching her fist in the air. Turning, she shot a smirk at her employee and fellow bar-tender, Evan, who rolled his eyes at her. Pulling a twenty from his back pocket, he slapped it into her waiting palm with a long-suffering sigh. “You just got lucky.” “Lady Luck must love me then, this is the third time in a row.” A quick grin and the bill disappeared into her pocket. At a called order, she pulled a cold Corona from the bar fridge, popped the top off, wiped the rim, and exchanged it for money, sliding the cash into the generous pocket at the front of her black apron. An athletic woman with shock-blonde hair slid around the counter and scowled at Ailene. “How’d you know? Did you ask him or something?” “Ahem?” Ailene smiled innocently and held out her hand. With a slight growl, the woman handed over a twenty which followed Evans into her pocket. “I bet you’re cheating.” “We’ve determined that Lady Luck loves her.” Evan informed her, filling the orders she scribbled down on a pad. “I’ll beat this streak of yours boss-lady. Tomorrow, just you wait!”

“Keep dreaming Kayla.” Ailene told her with a friendly poke. The scowl transformed lightning fast into a grin and Kayla took the circular tray that Evan had filled with ordered drinks and small appetizers. With a whirl, she set off around the room, distributing the items quickly and efficiently. The pace continued, with Evan and Ailene manning the bar while Kayla and the two other waiting-staff patrolling the floor. The bouncer at the door, an intimidating-looking man name Joel, let people in and out, keeping a watchful eye on everyone to discourage trouble. All the employees, and the owner, were aware when Marcus left the bar with the Latino woman he’d targeted. More goodnatured scowls were sent Ailenes way, and she collected the remaining bet fees without a hint of shame. After all, the bet hadn’t originally been her idea anyway. The crowd slowly thinned and, one by one, her friends hung up their serving aprons in the cabinet in the back, bid her goodnight and left for home. Finally it was just Evan and her cleaning up the bar. “I wonder how that poor guy would feel if he knew what happens here every time he walks in the door.” Evan spoke with a touch of dark amusement and pity, his hands busy with wiping down wooden surface of the bar. “He already knows.” Ailene called over, scrubbing at a stain on a table. “Kayla told him about a week ago.” “What?” Evan almost dropped a glass, did a comical juggling act and managed to catch it before it hit the floor. Slack-jawed, he sent her a look of shock. “You’re joking.” “Not at all.” Ailene gave a light laugh and tossed him the dirty cloth, reaching for a broom. “She was serving him his usual order and kind of blurted it out; wanted to know if he’d give her a heads up.” “No shit.” Evan scowled into thin air. “The cheater. What’d he say?” “He seemed to think it was hilarious. Laughed for a good while afterwards. Wouldn’t tell her though, said he didn’t want to give her an edge.” “Well that’s fair.” He thought about it for a moment. “Damn it, then I can’t ask him for help!” Ailene laughed. “Come on, help me clean you hypocrite, then you can go home to indulge your TiVo obsessions.” “Yeah, yeah.” --The next day Marcus was a little late getting to the bar. His usual chair was taken, so he settled for a corner seat at the busy bar. Kayla walked up to him, offering a friendly grin. “Hey Mr. Player.”

“Hey yourself.” He returned her grin and gestured to the crowded dance floor. “Busy night, huh?” “Isn’t it obvious? Lots of good-looking women for you to pick…” she trailed off and gave him a hopeful look. He shook his head in amusement and she gave a little laugh. “Alright, fine, no heads up for me. I’d better get the crew together so we can pick our lucky ladies. I’ll tell Evan to get you your usual.” “Thanks. Anybody win yesterday?” He asked curiously. “Yeah, the boss-lady over there. Third time in a row.” With her thumb, she gestured over her shoulder to Ailene, who was stretching up on her tip-toes to reach a wine glass from a cupboard. “Wait, she owns the bar?” Marcus gave Kayla a doubtful look. “I thought the man did.” “Who, Evan? Nah. He’s worked here the longest, but it was Ailene who used all her savings to buy this place when the previous owner wanted to sell.” “She looks young.” Kayla offered a shrug and no further comment. “I’ll let them know you’re here. You need anything else, you can flag Evan or Ailene. Since you’re sitting at the bar, service will be quicker.” Another smile, and she walked away to greet another customer. Marcus watched Ailene for a moment longer, before turning to survey his possible choices. A minute later, a hand tapped his shoulder. “Here you go.” Ailene smiled at him, placing his whiskey on a coaster in front of him. “I’m Ailene. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Instantly charmed by her cheerful demeanor, he shook her offered hand. “Marcus. Quite a place you’ve got here.” He picked up his whiskey. “We aim to please.” She leaned forward, propped her chin on her hands and studied him with twinkling eyes. “How does it feel to know that you’re the subject of major gossip around here?” “I didn’t think anyone paid enough attention to me to notice what I do here.” “Besides the women you mean?” “Well, yes. If they don’t notice, then I must be doing something wrong.” He replied, exuding charm and confidence. She laughed. “I highly doubt you’re the kind of man who does that often.” She pushed herself away from the bar. “If you need anything else just let me know.” He handed over some money for the whiskey and she headed for the opposite end of the bar where a bunch of businessmen in suits stood. An hour later, he was following a sexy redhead out the door. At the last moment, he turned and gave a little bow; Kayla gave a silent cheer and waved him goodbye. ---

Two months later, Marcus walked into the bar for the first time in a week and headed to his usual spot; the corner seat at the bar. Kayla was absent today, but the two other waitresses sent him friendly waves and he managed to smile back. Work had been really bad the last couple days, leaving him haggard looking and exhausted. He’d barely sat down when Ailene appeared in front of him. But instead of his usual whiskey, she was carrying a tall glass of milk and a plate of bruscheta. “Here, eat.” When he opened his mouth, she interrupted with a stern look. “No, don’t argue. It’s on the house. You look like you haven’t eaten all day.” She pushed the plate and glass at him and gave him a distinctly maternal glare. “Eat.” She ordered, then turned away to fill some orders, leaving him gaping after her. After a moment, he gave an ill-tempered shrug and began eating. His inner voice told him that if he was going to be treated like a child, he could just go home. But the thought of his apartment – empty and nearly fifteen blocks away – didn’t much appeal to him. When he’d finished the bruscheta, Evan walked over with a bowl of steaming soup. “What is this?” Marcus asked coolly. “Don’t blame me.” Evan set the soup down in front of him. “Ailene told me to bring it to you, saying I had to make sure you ate it.” A quick glance at his face told Evan everything he needed to know. “She’s right man, you don’t look so good.” “This is ridiculous. I’m a paying customer; I don’t come here to be treated like an invalid.” His tone cold, he was torn between embarrassment and anger. He opened his mouth to continue but then locked eyes with Ailene from the other side of the bar, who gave him a fiery glare. His mouth snapped shut. Evan shot a glance over his shoulder, than chuckled. “She can be downright scary, I’ll tell you that. Take it from me Marcus; it’s a heck of a lot simpler to just eat the damn soup than to have her hassle you. Either way, you’ll end up doing what she wants anyway.” “Simpler for who?” he sighed deeply and reached for the soup. “I’ve just been having a bad couple days, that’s all.” “Work or personal?” “Work. I haven’t had time for personal, or I’d have come here.” Evan gave his shoulder a light punch. “We kind of figured something was wrong when you didn’t come in on Wednesday for the ladies happy hour.” Marcus chuckled at that. “You’re like family now; everyone was worried about you.” Evan smiled when Marcus raised his head to give him a sardonic look. “Don’t believe me if that’s what you want, but it’s true. You need anything, let me know, OK?” “Sure.” Marcus watched as Evan turned away. “Thanks.” He called after him; Evan grinned and gestured to the soup, pointing a finger at Ailene who stopped pouring a beer long enough to shoot

another glare his way. With a wince, Marcus picked up the spoon and continued to eat. After a chicken salad was delivered – once again, courtesy of a contrite and amused Evan – Marcus began glaring back at Ailene. Regardless, he swallowed it down and was surprised to find he felt a great deal better than he had when he’d walked in. He settled back, feeling too tired to even think of pursuing anyone and nursed a glass of whiskey that Evan had – finally – given him. When the clock struck eleven, Ailene finally walked over. “Feeling better?” “Much.” He scowled at her, fatigue softening it. “Thanks. But you didn’t need to baby me; I’m a grown man, you know.” She watched him incredulously as his grey eyes fluttered shut, then shot open as he tried to keep himself awake. She couldn’t help it – she laughed. “What are you still doing here? You should have gone home a long time ago, you’re almost dead on your feet.” “I had to stay.” His frown deepened as he stared at her, eyes blurring. “Why?” “Had to tell you off.” He murmured, resting his head on his hands. Only for a moment, he told himself. “I don’t need to be taken care of…” He became silent. Ailene waited for a moment, then gently prodded his shoulder. “Marcus?” A snore startled her and she jolted back. When a stronger shove wouldn’t wake him, she gestured wildly for Evan to come over. “What’s wrong?” He joined her, wiping his hands on a cloth. “I need you to help me carry Marcus into the back room; he won’t wake up and I don’t want to just shove him in a cab when he’s unconscious.” Evan tried to shake Marcus awake, but had no success. Together, to the amusement of many of the bar’s patrons, they managed to maneuver Marcus through the busy room and through the door into her office, depositing him on the small couch. She tossed the knit throw over him and they went back to work. Hours later, when the bar had closed, Ailene waved good-bye to everyone, turning down Evan’s offer of help. “I’ll be fine.” She smiled reassuringly. “I’ll just wake him up and get him a cab, then go home. Don’t worry, OK? I’ll see you tomorrow.” He conceded defeat, hugged her and left. She watched him get into his car and drive away. Steeling herself, she went into the back room and stood over him, contemplating the situation. The couch was entirely too small for his tall frame, and his long legs hung over the armrest on the one side. With a sigh, she bent over him and grasped his shoulders firmly. “Come on Marcus, time to wake up.” She shook him as hard as she could, increasing the volume of her voice with each minute that passed. Ten minutes later, she sat on the floor and gazed at him in irritation. “Do you have to sleep so soundly? God! You’re like a corpse, you stupid man.” When he only

snored, she grew more irritated. “Why’d you have to take such bad care of yourself? Is it so much trouble to make sure you actually eat a meal every now and then? And why’d you have alcohol if you were this tired??? Shit!” She kicked the couch in frustration, then simply laid her head on her knees for a moment. “OK, taking you home isn’t an option then.” She studied him for a while longer, then made up her mind. Getting to her feet, she grabbed his arms and with a burst of energy, hauled him up so that he was draped over her small shoulders. “Come on you idiot, let’s go.” With a significant amount of trouble, she managed to get him to her car, dashing back to lock up behind them. Getting back into her car, she glanced at the sleeping man in her backseat with a grimace, then started the car and drove off. --Marcus slowly drifted awake, hearing soft breathing coming from beside him. A quick yawn and he opened his eyes, blinking to focus them. He was in an unfamiliar room, one that clearly belonged to a woman, with cheerful green wallpaper and vase full of pale pink and white flowers standing on a painted dresser. A few pretty glass bottles stood beside them. He blinked again, then closed his eyes, trying to remember what had happened last night. He’d gone to Ailene’s bar, he remembered that much. Of course! He was at the home of the woman with whom he’d obviously hooked up with last night. He bit back an oath; he wasn’t really in the mood to deal with any emotions or repercussions at the moment. Carefully, he reached out to pull back the covers and gingerly swung his legs over the side of the bed, then stopped in confusion. He wore his boxers and a pair of socks, something he’d never worn to bed before, much less woken up in after a night of sex. Maybe she just has a foot fetish, he reasoned with himself. Confusion put to rest, he stood up fully and looked around for his clothes. A soft sigh sounded from the bed, and he winced, thinking he’d woken the woman up. With an apology hovering on his lips, he turned. Ailene lay on her side, fast asleep, with her hands curled up under her cheek like a small child. Her thick black hair was a tangled mess, but it made an attractive picture with her closed eyes and slightly parted mouth. He stumbled back and tripped over a chair, landing on his butt with a loud bang and an even louder list of swear words. She jolted awake and looked around her, eyes still blurry with sleep. When she saw him on the floor, she gazed at him in confusion. “Good morning. What are you doing down there?” “I tripped. Sorry I woke you up.” He muttered, trying to keep his gaze on her face, and not let it drift down past her neck. He got to his feet, rubbing his neck ruefully. “Look, about what happened last night…” “Oh, don’t apologize, it’s no big deal.” She smiled at him. “So, it’s not going to be awkward?” He ventured nervously. After all, he didn’t want any hard feelings between them. He enjoyed going to her bar; he’d become friends with the people who worked

there, her included, and he didn’t want to stop going there to hang out and pick up woman, just because he’d slept with the owner. “I don’t see why it would be.” She stretched, arching her back. His battle grew harder, and he quickly gave up. After all, he’d seen it all last night, what did it matter that he looked again? “Do you need to work today?” “Huh?” He quickly jerked his gaze back up north, to meet her gaze. She hadn’t noticed his perusal and that gave him a little relief. “Ah…I don’t have to go in until one.” She glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table; the blue numbers glowed, reading ten twenty-three a.m. “You’ve got quite a bit of time then.” She gestured to one of the two doors. “The bathroom’s there if you need it; I’m going to go make some breakfast. I’m starved!” Pushing back the covers, she slipped out of bed and headed for the second door. Marcus watched her walk past him, her small curvy frame filling out the pale blue cami and matching petal pants that she wore perfectly. “You’re clothes are on that chair over there; feel free to use the shower if you want. After, we can eat breakfast, then I’ll drive you back to the bar so you can get your car and go home. Sound good?” “Yeah.” With another smile, she opened the door and left. Marcus sat down on the edge of the bed and swore again, this time more quietly. He was torn between worry and anger; worry, because he didn’t want this to come back to bite him in the ass, and anger because if it had to happen, why couldn’t he at least remember it? Given how cheerful Ailene had been, odds were good that last night had been pretty damn great. He ignored his inner voice which reminded him that Ailene was almost always cheerful, and went to make use of her shower. --Ailene hummed slightly, as was her habit, while she dug through her fridge for eggs, green onions, garlic and leftover sliced ham. Setting the ingredient down on the kitchen counter, she methodically began preparing omelets. She smiled as she remembered how flustered Marcus had been. Poor guy is probably so embarrassed about falling asleep at the bar last night, she thought. No need to be, it’s not like he could help it. She whisked the chopped ham, onions and garlic and four eggs together, than poured the mixture into a large frying pan. The sound of the shower started from the other side of the apartment and the thought of him trying to fit his tall frame in her small shower made her laugh. Thank god I got him out of his clothes last night, she thought, as she kept an eye on the cooking omelet. I doubt he’d have been happy after sleeping in that suit all night. A loud oath came from her bathroom, followed by the sound of her shower abruptly turning off, and she winced. Oh shoot, I forgot, she thought. Deeming the omelet done, she expertly folded it with a spatula, cut it in half, and slid the halves onto some waiting plates. She turned off the stove and headed back to the bedroom. “Sorry about that! My neighbor likes to use up all the hot water in the morning, claims it’s good for her old bones. I haven’t showered this late in months, so I forgot about it.” She knocked quickly, then poked her head through the open door. “You OK in there?”

“Just peachy.” His tone dry, he emerged from the bathroom soaking wet and clutching a towel around his waist for modesty. She allowed herself a quick scan of his body, then focused her gaze on his face, laughing lightly. “I am sorry. Honest. Anyway, breakfast is ready, so you might as well get dressed.” “Alright. Thanks Ailene, you didn’t have to.” “It’s just an omelet Marcus, nothing complicated.” She smiled and retreated back to the kitchen, getting milk from the fridge along with some fresh blueberries. She was seated at the small flap table that she had pushed up against a large bay window when he walked in, his hair still damp and his suit jacket slung over his shoulder along with his tie. A mouth full of food, she smiled and gestured to the seat opposite to her. “It smells great.” He returned her smile and sat, hanging his jacket over the back of the seat and slinging the tie around his neck. They ate quickly and in relative silence; when she was done, Marcus took her plate and his to the sink and began loading the dishwasher. “You don’t have to do that.” She protested. “You cooked, I clean.” He sent her a cocky grin and she grinned back, leaning back in her chair. “If you do this every time you wake up in bed with a woman, it’s no small wonder they all love having you around.” “Not every time. Sometimes I’m the one cooking.” She laughed then got to her feet. “I’ll go get changed.” He nodded and she headed back, returning just as he finished drying the now-clean frying pan. He watched her as she came forward, admiring the way her jeans hugged her legs. She leaned past him and plucked a pair of keys from a hook on the wall. “Come on; let’s go get your car. You probably want to go home and take a real shower.” “That sounds about right.” He admitted, smiling when she laughed that light chuckle of hers. “Well, hurry up then!” She dashed to the door where a shoe rack stood; the shoes he’d been wearing last night were lined up beside a pair of sneakers. They slipped on their respective shoes and headed out, Ailene locking the door behind her. The drive over was quick, and they spent the time arguing good-naturedly about business policies. When she pulled the car into the parking lot and put it in park, Marcus twisted in his seat to face her. “Thanks Ailene.” “Don’t mention it.” She grinned at him. “Will you be coming in tonight?” “Probably.”

“Alright, I might see you later then.” “Alright. Bye.” He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss; her lips felt soft and warm. Pulling back, he smiled – a bit unsteadily, if truth be told – and got out. Ailene watched as he walked over to his dark blue sports car, waiting until he drove past her with a wave, before heading home herself. She knew she was a very touchy-feely person, enjoying and giving hugs and friendly kisses often and freely. But the kiss Marcus had given her had felt different, less friendly and more intimate. “Don’t be silly.” She scolded herself. “He was just showing some gratitude. You know better, kisses don’t have to mean anything.” Shaking her head, she muttered, “Great, now I’m talking to myself.” Resolving not to think anything of it, she went home to take a quick shower. --Marcus fixed a smile on his face before he walked in the door; effectively hiding the toll a painful and exasperating work day had taken on him. Evan waved at him from behind the bar, and Kayla gave him a cheerful grin, both of which he returned. Sitting on his usual chair, he snuck a glance at Ailene who was quickly pouring drinks for a large group of young men, all loud and cheery and pretty drunk. Evan walked over. “Hey, are you feeling any better?” “Yeah, thanks.” Marcus gestured to the group that Ailene was serving. “What’s going on?” “Hm?” Evan looked over his shoulder. “Oh. Bachelor party, they’ve been here for the past two hours. We confiscated their car keys, and Joel’s going to keep an eye out, make sure they don’t leave until we can get them cabs.” “That drunk, huh?” Marcus snorted. “If they aren’t yet, they will be soon.” Evan mirrored his snort, and grabbed a short glass from under the counter. “You want your usual?” “Please.” Evan grabbed a bottle and poured, adding some ice and a lime wedge. “Thanks.” They completed the usual drink-money exchange. “No problem. I’ll get everyone together so we can pick our lucky ladies. Good luck!” “Right…thanks.” Marcus hid his consternation as Evan walked away. He hadn’t even thought of going home with a woman tonight. Tilting his head, he considered the many women on the dance floor. Some noticed him watching them, and sent him come-hither glances, but he felt none of his usual pleasure and pull. To be totally honest with myself, he thought, I just feel…bored. The realization made him feel shaky and unbalanced in his own skin, something he disliked immensely. He slid a glance at Ailene, who’d just stepped away from the group huddle. She saw him looking, and sent him a friendly smile. He smiled back and turned away, looking at his drink. So she hadn’t lied; it

didn’t seem like there would be any awkwardness between them, and she certainly didn’t look heartbroken about him picking up other women. He felt relieved but couldn’t explain the slight sense of dissatisfaction he felt as well. “You know, you can’t ingest that with just your mind.” Marcus looked back up to see Ailene standing there, eyes laughing at him. “You have to…” she mimed taking a drink. “Darn, there goes my dream of drinking via telekinesis.” He smiled when she laughed merrily. “I’d apologize, but I want to let you keep some hope. Anyway, I was sent to tell you that we’re all set. Happy hunting!” She ignored the slight pang those words gave her, and whirled away, grabbing a bottle of vodka and refilling a man’s shot glass in one smooth motion. He watched her as she worked, the controlled movements, the smiles and laughs she dispensed easily, the watchful eye she kept on the rowdy bachelor party. Evan noted Marcus’ interest with a hint of trepidation; finally, he headed over. “How’s the hunt coming?” He tapped Marcus’ empty glass. “Need a refill?” “No, I’m good, thanks.” Marcus pushed the glass aside and stood, noting that he’d spent over an hour on that stool. “As for the hunt…” he adjusted his tie and headed for the dance floor with a noncommittal air. “Watch and weep.” Inserting himself easily into the crush of dancers, he tapped the first woman he saw on the shoulder. She turned to him and he introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Marcus. Come here often?” “Often enough.” She looked at him with easy interest, swaying her hips to the beat as they spoke. “I’ve seen you around; the stories about you are interesting.” “Nothing off-putting I hope.” He danced with her, their movements easily matching each others. “Not at all. Although I am inclined to label some as extreme exaggerations.” A challenging smirk graced her red lips. Marcus laughed. “Unlikely. However, it does require an amazing partner to bring about such amazing feats.” He winked at her, and she smiled. “Think I’ll measure up?” He gave her a quick perusal, noting the way her black dress clung to her curves. “Most definitely. But I always try to back up what I say with evidence.” He placed a hand on her hip, slid it around to bring her closer when she didn’t move back. “Well then.” She linked her hands together behind his neck. “Shall we go and get you some?” “Sounds like a plan.” He leaned in for a kiss, enjoying it and her. “Let’s go.” ---

“It was strange.” Evan said, as he and Ailene cleaned up later than night. “He was watching you for an hour or so. And when he finally went to pick a lady, it was like he didn’t even think about it, just picked whoever he saw first.” “Maybe he’s still not feeling a hundred percent.” Ailene chewed her lower lip. “He seemed fine when he walked in, but-” “He might have been acting fine, so you wouldn’t force feed him again.” Evan pointed out. “Anyway, it’s not like he did anything that would harm him. We should stop worrying about him; like he said yesterday, he’s a grown man.” “Alright.” They finished cleaning up and went home. Ailene lay awake on her bed long after she finished her nighttime routine, worrying. --Marcus lay on the bed beside the woman – Lily, he reminded himself, she said her name was Lily – staring at the ceiling. The sex had been good, he couldn’t deny that. Lily had been adventurous and sexy and the night had been a pleasurable one. But he couldn’t help feeling that same sense of boredom and dissatisfaction he’d felt earlier that night at the club. Rolling over, he got off the bed and reached for his slacks. “Where are you going?” Lily asked sleepily, rising up on her elbows. “I have some work that I need to get done by tomorrow.” He lied, leaning over and giving her a quick kiss. “Sorry. Tonight was fun.” “Yeah, no problem.” She got up as well and slipped on a robe. “I’ll show you out.” “Thanks.” They behaved like friendly strangers, and Marcus soon found himself driving home. Letting himself in to his apartment, he stripped and fell facedown onto his large bed, dreading tomorrow’s work day. --“Mr. Brigham would like to see you now.” His boss’s secretary said, sounding apologetic. Marcus groaned and laid his head on his desk, clutching the office phone to his ear. “I’ll be right there.” “Hurry.” A click sounded and Marcus hung up the phone, rubbing his eyes in exhaustion. His desk which, just last week, had been neat as a pin, was now cluttered up with a crapload of files on all types of potential mergers with other companies. Despite the fact that there were at least ten other executives whose jobs were also to deal with these types of files, and despite the fact that at least half of these mergers didn’t pertain to his portion of the company and therefore weren’t his responsibility, they were on his desk. And there they would stay, until either he managed to finish them all, or his boss

got over the fact that Marcus had slept with his precious daughter. Actually the second route was pretty much the only way he’d get relief; if he finished all these, he was certain Mr. Brigham would find more for him to do. He got to his feet wearily and headed out of his office and down the hall to the CEO’s office. Laura, the secretary, looked up and gave him a pitying look as he walked by. He knocked on the big wooden door, opening it at the annoyed “Come in!” “You wanted to see me, sir?” “Ah, Marcus.” The man in the leather chair was of medium height and had an impressive, and somewhat ridiculous-looking, moustache that he was currently tugging at. “You’re late. Learn to walk faster young man!” “Yes sir.” Stupid old asshole, he thought. “I need you to take care of these files as well.” Mr. Brigham waved an officious hand over a large stack of files at the edge of his desk. “I need them done by three, latest.” Marcus wanted to break something. “Sir, I’m already so busy with those other files you entrusted to me.” And all those others you dumped on me, he thought furiously. “I can’t possibly-” “Are you saying you’re not capable of the work I’m giving you, Marcus?” Mr. Brigham fixed him with a beady glare. “After all, it isn’t that much work. I, myself, deal with at least ten times this amount of work every day. Surely you can handle a few more mergers.” He didn’t add “or else”, but it was clearly implied. Marcus gritted his teeth and grabbed the stack. “Yes sir.” “Excellent. By three Marcus, no later or there will have to be disciplinary actions.” “Yes sir.” He left the office, barely resisting slamming the door behind him. So that’s his plan, he thought. He wants to bury me under work and give him an excuse to fire me. Seething, he almost bowled over an attractive young woman who was marching up the hall, breathing fire. “Marcus!” “Oh, hi Karen.” Karen Brigham tossed her long brown hair over her shoulder and eyed the stack of files in his arms. “What are those?” “Courtesy of your father.” Marcus shrugged and moved to walk past her. “That stupid old man!” If possible, she looked even madder. “He can’t do this to you Marcus, it has to be against company policy or something.”

“Not really. He’s merely giving me work to do, which is part of my job.” Marcus stepped past her and headed for his office. “Don’t worry Karen, it’s not your fault. I knew what I was risking that night.” “It was just a one night thing, there’s nothing you should have to risk.” She sent him an apologetic look. “I’m so sorry Marcus, I didn’t know he’d be like this.” “Not your fault.” He repeated. “I need to get to work though, these have to be done by three. Bye.” “I’ll try to fix this.” She called after him, then turned around and headed for her father’s office. The door slammed shut behind her, and soon yelling voices could be heard through the thick wood. Marcus ignored the racket and began worked furiously to get everything done. --When Marcus walked in that night, he didn’t bother looking around him, and just headed straight for the bar. Ailene watched him as he sat down and rested his forehead on the smooth wood. She headed over and tapped him on the back of the head. “You OK?” When he raised his head and looked at her, she took in the deep blue circles under his eyes. “What’s wrong with you?” “It’s just a problem at work.” “Want to talk about it?” He paused, considered her, then nodded. “Yeah, it’ll be good to get it off my chest.” He sat up and rubbed his temple. “Two weeks ago, I went home with that tall brunette; remember?” “The one in the burnt orange dress with the cute black heels?” Marcus gave her a strange look. “What?” “Why would I pay attention to what she was wearing?” “Oh. Right.” Ailene thought back. “Um…wavy brown hair, down to the small of her back, smoky grey eyes, liked dry martinis?” “Yeah, her.” “Okay. What about her?” “Well she’s my boss’s daughter.” “Oh. I sense a problem.” Ailene winced. “Yeah. Both her and I just wanted to have fun; there was an attraction, why not explore it? You know how it is.”

“I don’t, but I’ll pretend I do. Go on.” She smiled and he couldn’t help but smile back, feeling a sense of peace wash over him. “Well it was just a one night thing, and we parted on friendly terms. But a couple days after, her dad found out about it and is punishing me for touching his precious little girl.” “That can’t be ethical.” Ailene frowned. “Personal matters are not supposed to enter the workplace. You should file a complaint.” “I can’t. Technically, all he’s doing is giving me some extra work; nothing wrong about that.” “How much extra are we talking about here?” “A lot.” He motioned with his hands. “My desk is drowning under paper. I’m pretty sure his plan is to keep giving me work until I don’t make a deadline; then he’ll have an excuse to fire me.” Ailene stood up abruptly, looking very angry. “That’s just wrong, he can’t do that!” “He can and he will.” Marcus sighed. “Karen – the daughter – found out and has been trying to get her father to leave me alone, but no luck. He’s not budging.” “File a complaint.” She leaned forward and pinned him with her big brown eyes. “Even if it’s ignored, you have to do something. If you just let him do this to you, he’s not going to stop.” “But-” “No buts.” She interrupted, grabbing his hands and squeezing them tightly. “You have to do this. Talk to the other executives too; see if anything like this has happened before. If what he’s doing is wrong, there has to be a way to fight it.” “Ailene-” He began, but once again she cut him off. “Marcus, you need to do this.” She looked at him worriedly. “It’s wearing you down, everyone here can see it.” In defense, he reached out, gently grabbed her chin and pulled her forward to kiss her on the lips. She went stiff with shock, but he continued until her lips softened and she returned the kiss. “You talk too much sometimes.” He murmured, pulling back. With some surprise, he felt himself smiling, the stress of the day gone. She was staring at him, her eyes wide. Silence reigned between them, the chatter from all the other customers sounding around them. All of a sudden, the realization of what’d he’d done hit him. “Oh shit. I’m sorry Ailene, I didn’t-” “It’s OK.” She smiled at him, looking a bit unsteady. “I know kisses don’t mean anything, especially with such a playboy like you.” She nudged him in a teasing manner. “Right.” He searched her face anxiously. “We OK?”

“Of course!” She reached for a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet behind the bar. “Want your usual?” “Sure.” She made him his drink and collected his money. “Thanks.” “My pleasure.” She motioned to the rest of her customers. “I’d better help Evan serve everyone else. Don’t forget to file that complaint OK?” “I will.” When she glanced at him, he held up his hand. “I promise.” “Good.” Another smile and she walked away. Marcus downed half his drink, and watched her as she worked. The brief moment of peace he’d felt was gone, replaced by guilt and longing. Longing? Longing for what, he asked himself. He took another gulp of the whiskey, then glanced back at Ailene. A burst of longing rushed at him, and he blinked in growing horror. Shit, shit, shit! I can’t want her, he told himself. She’s my friend, she’s off limits. Struggling with his emotions, he didn’t notice the questioning looks Evan and Kayla sent his way, having both observed the kiss. --Marcus had left soon after they’d talked; Ailene swept the broom across the floor, lost in her thoughts. Evan, who was cleaning the tables, coughed to get her attention. “Ailene?” “Mm-hm?” “You OK?” “Yeah I’m fine. Why?” She glanced over to see him watching her, frowning in worry. “You’ve been acting kind of strange.” She smiled and walked over; giving him a tight hug. “I’m fine, but thanks for worrying about me.” “Only you would think that is a good thing.” He patted her head and returned the hug. “So, should I talk to Marcus?” “What? Why?” “He kissed you; do I need to tell him to leave you alone?” He frowned. “I should tell you that Kayla offered to refuse him service and Joel said he’d beat him up if you wanted.” Ailene blinked then smiled. “You guys are so sweet! But you don’t need to do anything; the kiss didn’t mean anything.” Evan eyed her incredulously. “It looked pretty serious Ailene.”

“He’s a playboy Evan.” She said it dismissively. “Kisses don’t mean anything to him. And not every kiss means something; sometimes they’re just a nice gesture between friends.” She went up on tip-toe and kissed him soundly for good measure. “See what I mean?” “Yes, but only because we’ve been friends for a long time.” He gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze. “You’ve only known Marcus for a couple months. And it’s not like you’ve gotten to know him really well; he’s just a regular customer.” “He’s a friend.” She said firmly. “And don’t worry, OK? I can handle myself.” She hugged him again, then pulled back and reached for the broom again. “Alright…” --Marcus stared down at his boss. The older man stood before him, practically vibrating with fury. His face was turning purple as he waved the complaint form around wildly. “What is this?!” He roared. “It’s a complaint form sir.” “Don’t you get sarcastic with me!!!” Slamming a hand down on his desk, Mr. Brigham glared up at him. “What basis do you have for a complaint, young man?!” “You know very well sir. You’ve been overworking me and giving me work that’s not related to my responsibilities to the company.” Marcus’s tone was ice-cold, and he refused to back down. “My guess would be that you’re looking for a reason to fire me.” “And what possible reason would I have for doing that?” Mr. Brigham scoffed. “You’re a model employee; I have no reason to want to fire you.” Marcus leveled him with a glare. “You’re punishing me for sleeping with your daughter.” Mr. Brigham’s face grew even redder. “How dare you speak about my daughter!!!” “Ask yourself this sir; did I harm her in any way?” When Mr. Brigham opened his mouth to speak, Marcus cut him off. “Is she in any way – emotionally, physically or otherwise – harmed by a one night association with me? I never hurt a hair on her head, and both of us knew it was a temporary thing. Maybe you can’t stand the thought of your daughter being grown up and having sex with men, but don’t take it out on me. I don’t deserve it, and I’m not afraid to take this all the way to court if I have to.” Mr. Brigham curled his hand into a fist and Marcus nodded at it. “Go ahead and punch me if it’ll make you feel better; but stop giving me all that extra work we both know I can’t finish in time.” “Arrogant young pup.” Mr. Brigham growled. He drew back and landed a solid punch on Marcus’s jaw, sending him staggering back.

“Fuck.” Marcus scowled, rubbing his jaw. “I hate to say this, but you have a good arm sir.” Mr. Brigham slowly relaxed and flexed his hand. “I apologize for being unethical.” His words were stiff, but it was an apology just the same, and Marcus would take what he could get. “And I apologize for overstepping bounds and sleeping with your daughter.” Mr. Brigham winced. “I’d prefer you didn’t mention it again. It’s extremely hard to think of my daughter…” He trailed off and shrugged helplessly. “She’s my little girl.” “I understand sir. It wasn’t my intention to cause any harm.” “I’m aware of that now. Contrary to what you may believe, I actually like and admire you Marcus; you’re a good man and a hard worker. You do your job well.” “Thank you.” Marcus held out his hand. “May I send the majority of the files back?” Mr. Brigham eyed the hand for a moment, then took it and they shook hands. “All right. But don’t send them all back; you’re not entitled to slack off just because I behaved a little…rashly.” “Yes sir.” Marcus grinned when he left, giving the secretary a thumbs up. She gave a silent cheer and he headed back to his office, piling half the files onto a cart and taking them back. He found himself grinning like a maniac, feeling more relaxed than he had in days. He couldn’t wait till six so he could head to Ailene’s and tell her how her plan had worked. --Marcus rushed in and headed straight for the bar. Instead of sitting in his usual seat however, he zipped around the edge of the bar and pulled Ailene into a hug, holding her petite frame tightly against his. “Marcus, what are you doing?” Ailene was in complete bewilderment, but she hugged him back, passing Evan the bottle of wine she’d been holding when Marcus had grabbed her. At amused looks from the customers sitting at the bar, she smiled in embarrassment. “It worked! I swear to God, you’re a genius.” He pulled back, grinning from ear to ear. Ailene scanned his face; in this state, he hardly resembled the charming playboy she was used to. In fact, he reminded her of a little boy who’d just opened an amazing Christmas present! He hugged her again, even tighter this time. “Um, Evan, we’ll be right back OK?” Evan laughed and motioned them away. “Go ahead. I’d better hear what’s going on later though, alright?”

“Sounds fair.” Ailene pulled away from Marcus and took his wrist, tugging him into her office. She closed the door and sat on the couch while Marcus prowled around the office, radiating happy energy. “OK, spit it out. What happened?” “I filed the complaint, like you told me too.” He grinned at her. She was staring up at him, a tiny frown creasing the skin between her eyebrows. It was adorable; he couldn’t help but want to kiss it. “It took a couple hours, but the complaint form finally landed on the boss’s desk. He called me up and we argued for a bit. He even punched me, but-” “He what?!” Ailene leaped to her feet. “Where?!” “What?” Marcus blinked at her. “Um…my jaw. But that’s-” She pushed him down on the couch and left the office in a rush. Marcus stared after her in confusion. After a few seconds, she came back, holding a cloth wrapped bundle. Joining him on the sofa, she gingerly touched his jaw, finally noticing the deep purple bruise on his skin. “Here.” She pressed the make-shift ice pack to his jaw, holding it there. “I hope you got his ass arrested for assault.” “Why would I?” He gave her a strange look, but stayed still, enjoying the icy sensation on his sore face. “I told him he could.” She blinked at him. “Why?” “Because he wanted to, and that way he could get it off his chest.” He said it as if it was obvious, and Ailene rolled her eyes. “Men. You make no sense.” “Maybe women are the ones who don’t make sense.” She laughed at his teasing remark. “An eternal debate. So what happened after he punched you?” “He apologized. Or maybe that was before.” Marcus shrugged. “Not important. The main thing is that he apologized and he’ll stop harassing me. No more being overworked.” Ailene laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug, dropping the ice pack onto the couch. “That’s great!” He hugged her back, burying his face in her warm neck. A feeling of peace stole over him, and he leaned back against the arm of the couch, pulling her with him. She landed on his lap and tried getting up but he pulled her back down. “Marcus, what are you doing?” She pressed a hand against his chest to keep her balance. He gazed at her, feeling comfortable around her. Sure, he still felt desire for her; ever since that night they’d slept together, it’d been hard to ignore. But she was the first woman in a long time that he felt truly comfortable around. As for her, she was trying her best to ignore the position they were in, and how endearing he looked, with his tie loose and his easy grin.

“I just want to relax for a bit.” To hell with it, he thought, and tugged her head down so that her lips met his, but she pulled away and frowned at him. “Marcus, why do you keep kissing me? Once I can understand as thanks, twice can be a mistake. But what the hell do you think you’re doing? I’m not someone who’s here for you to just kiss at whim.” “Why can’t we kiss a bit, we’ve already slept together; nothing has to change, just like before.” He tugged at her head again, but she shook free and stood up. “What do you mean we slept together?” He sat up and watched her warily as she wrapped her arms around her chest. “We haven’t been intimate at all.” “But I woke up in your bed the other night…” Her jaw dropped open in shock. “You fell asleep at the bar and wouldn’t wake up when Evan and I tried to shake you awake. I didn’t know where you lived so I just took you home. Plus, you wouldn’t fit on my couch, so I let you sleep on my bed.” She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. “But what happened to my clothes then?” He challenged. “I couldn’t have gotten undressed if I was asleep.” “I undressed you; I thought you might sleep better if you weren’t wearing that fancy suit.” She threw up her hands. “Sorry for being considerate.” “Then…” He stared at her, at a loss. “Why did you accept my apology?” “I thought you were embarrassed about falling asleep, that you were apologizing for that!” He stared at her for a moment, taking in her fiery red cheeks, then stood up. “I’m sorry. I’ll go now.” He headed for the door, but she grabbed his arm. “Wait, wait.” She looked up at him. “Why are you leaving?” “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He was still struggling with the fact that they hadn’t slept together; instead of feeling relief that he hadn’t committed such a major error about their friendship, he just felt disappointed. “Oh, don’t be ridiculous.” She smiled up at him; he couldn’t help but notice that it seemed a little forced. “You don’t need to worry.” He told her. “I won’t touch you anymore.” Her smile grew and she stood on her tip-toes to give him a light kiss on the cheek. “You’re a sweet guy Marcus. Now go out, have a drink, and celebrate. You should pick a girl to go home with; it’ll get you back to normal.” He returned her smile with a small one of his own, and they left the office. She returned to her normal spot behind the bar while Marcus sat at the bar, watching her with hooded eyes. Evan walked up to him and Marcus told him the story while Evan got him his drink.

“And so Ailene told me to get out here and celebrate by finding a lady to go home with.” Marcus finished, neglecting to mention the argument between him and Ailene. Evan laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. “Well then, happy hunting! I’ll get the crew together to pick our lucky ladies.” “Right. Good luck.” Marcus toasted him and turned to watch the women on the dance floor. Two quick scans showed him no one that really appealed to him. Turning back to take a gulp from his drink, he saw Ailene pouring a beer and started staring again. --“So who is your guess boss-lady?” Kayla asked, poking Ailene in the arm. Ailene started; she’d been remembering Marcus’s expression when she’d told him to go celebrate. It had seemed…odd. Not to mention the jab of pain it had given her to say those words; oh shit, she thought. I’m falling for him! No way, she told herself firmly. He’s not for you. Forget it. Lost in thought once again, she didn’t notice the looks Evan, Kayla and Joel exchanged. “Ailene?” Evan shook her shoulder gently. “Hm?” “Are you OK?” Joel peered down at her worriedly. “Yeah I’m fine.” She said. “What were we talking about?” “We’re picking our guesses for Marcus.” Kayla smiled encouragingly. “Right.” She hid her hurt at the thought and, turning her head, she scanned the club. “Uh…her.” She indicated a tall raven-haired beauty. “Good choice. Ok, I pick-” “Excuse me?” A matronly woman gestured from the end of the bar, cutting Kayla off. “Yes?” Ailene walked over, motioning for them to continue without her. They glanced at each other, at Ailene, at Marcus who was still watching her with a frown on his face, and back at each other once again. “Ailene.” Joel said. Kayla nodded and Evan grinned. “Definetely.” She said. They broke apart and headed for their stations. When Ailene asked Evan who everyone else had chosen, he made a non-committal sound and quickly busied himself with some customers. Frowning slightly, she continued to work, surreptitiously glancing at Marcus every now and then. He seemed busy, watching the dancers, and her chest ached.

You’re an idiot, she told herself. He’s not a one-girl kind of guy, and no way would you settle for anything less. Now stop mooning over him! You have a business to run! --Marcus watched her, glancing at the dance floor every now and then so it wouldn’t seem like he was staring. None of the sultry smiles and knowing glances he was receiving appealed to him as they had just a few days ago. When Ailene came over to offer him a refill, he accepted and admired her as she prepared it. When she looked up and smiled at him, he felt that same sense of comfort and peace steal over him once again. An hour later, as she was laughing at something another customer had said, he found that he felt jealous. He wanted her to laugh like that because of HIM, not some other guy. ‘Knock it off,’ he told himself. ‘You’re starting to sound like you’re in love with her.’ ‘Well, aren’t you?’ an inner voice whispered. ‘Of course not,’ he scoffed inwardly, taking a large gulp of his drink. ‘Guys like me don’t fall in love. I mean, she’s amazing and everything, and I like her, but…’ ‘How much do you like her?’ his annoying inner voice asked. He thought about it, and was surprised by the answer. ‘A lot,’ he admitted. ‘She makes me feel happy and comfortable.’ ‘So you feel uncomfortable without her?’ He stared down at his drink, lost in thought. ‘Not necessarily,’ he thought. ‘It’s more like I feel better around her.’ ‘But you’re not in love with her.’ His inner voice sounded sarcastic and he grew defensive. ‘Well how the hell am I supposed to know? I’ve never been in love before!’ He found himself glaring at his now empty glass, and gave himself a quick shake. ‘Great, now I’m arguing with myself.’ Irritated, he looked up and saw Ailene watching him. When she saw him looking, her cheeks turned red and she quickly looked away. ‘Look at her; don’t you want to get into her pants?’ Marcus was disgusted with himself. ‘I don’t only want sex from her, OK?’ he told himself firmly. ‘Yeah, that’d be nice, but she’d be miserable if that’s all she was to me. And-’ He watched her, his expression softening. ‘I don’t think I’d be happy with that either.’ ‘What do you want with her then?’ ‘I have no idea!’ ‘Well, why don’t you tell her how you feel and let her decide?’

‘Good plan,’ he thought nervously. He went to stand up but, at the sight of all the people in the bar, quickly sat down again. ‘What the hell are you doing!?’ ‘There are too many people!’ ‘You’re being a chicken.’ his inner voice scoffed. ‘I’m just waiting until most of the people have left, that’s all.’ he told himself firmly. So he sat and waited, accepting the refill Evan offered to give him. --By one in the morning, there were only a few people left. Marcus was still sitting on his usual stool, drinking from what had to be his sixth refill. Evan had confiscated his keys so he couldn’t go anywhere, and Ailene approached him now. “Marcus, do you want me to get you a cab?” “No, I need to talk to you first.” He was fiddling with his tie and looked nervous. “OK, I’m listening.” “Um…” He looked around at the remaining people, all of whom were resolutely looking elsewhere. The musicians were busy packing up, but otherwise the bar was pretty quiet. Squaring his shoulders, he faced her again. “I wanted to tell you something.” “What?” She bit her lip anxiously, and Marcus’s gaze zeroed in on her lips; he swallowed hard. “I’ve…um…I feel…” He trailed off and swallowed again. “Spit it out, you’re driving me crazy!” She managed a light laugh, and leaned against the bar, hiding her inner turmoil. “I’m trying!” He looked away and groaned in frustration. “It’s damn hard, OK?” “What is?” “Talking about emotions! No wonder it’s a girl thing; guys just aren’t meant to deal with this torture.” Her heart stopped. “What emotions?” He looked back at her and reached out a hand, cupping it against the back of her neck. Tugging her forward, he kissed her deeply. A few long moments later, he pulled away and gently rubbed her lips with his thumb.

“I don’t know if I love you, and I can’t promise that I ever will. But I feel something for you I’ve never felt for any other woman ever.” He took a deep breath. “You make me feel happy and peaceful and…” he trailed off, at a loss for words. “And?” Her heart was beating loudly in her chest, her eyes wide. “OK.” He took another fortifying breath. “You know how, if you have a see saw, it will always fall to one side or the other?” “Yeah…” Ailene wrinkled her nose in confusion. “What about it?” “Then there’s that one single position you can put it in, where it won’t fall and will just stay flat and still.” He paused and gave her a helpless look. “What’s that called?” “Uh…” “It’s called the equilibrium position.” An old man called from a table nearby. Marcus turned a dull shade of red and Ailene let out an embarrassed laugh. “Thanks.” Marcus told him. “No problem young man. Now go on and finish telling her how you feel!” “Right…” He turned back to Ailene who was covering her mouth with her hand, and looking at him with twinkling eyes. “You know that equilibrium position right?” “Yes. So?” “Well, you’re my equilibrium.” Her eyes widened. “I was just going from woman to woman, kind of stumbling through life. But now you’re here, and I feel balanced when I’m with you. But I don’t know what to do about it, so I figured I’d tell you all this and let you decide on something, because you’re a woman and smarter than me about these things, and-” She leaned over the bar and cut him off with a hot, open-mouthed, kiss. She clutched at his shoulders while he tangled his hand in her hair. “That has to be the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.” She was smiling brilliantly at him when they finally pulled apart. “So what’s your decision?” Marcus pulled his eyes away from her swollen lips and met her gaze. “Well…” She tilted her head thoughtfully. “Would you be open to the concept of a trial date? We can use that to see if we want to take us any further.” He returned her smile with a charming grin. “I can honestly say that sounds like an amazing idea. And look.” He gestured to himself. “I’m perfectly balanced.” They kissed again as Evan, Kayla and Joel exchanged high-fives and everyone cheered. “You’re my equilibrium.” He repeated in her ear and she smiled. The End

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