A week had passed, Zoe and Max were becoming increasingly comfortable in their banter spending many breaks passing the time smoking outside together, he made her feel alive again, not always having to talk 'shop'. His cheeky sense of humour was just what she needed during those tediously long admin days.
That night at the pub where the staff always found themselves after a long shift, she noticed him as he walked in wearing a grey tight t-shirt. His chest was broad, he probably worked out she thought to herself, her mind wandered thinking what it would be like to put her hands on his chest and feel the defined lines of his torso with her nails.
She was suddenly snapped back to reality as the bar man was unsuccessfully trying to get her attention waiting for her drink order... "Oh I'm sorry a glass of red wine." She flustered.
She felt like a bit of an idiot, day dreaming about this guy now, had she totally lost the plot she thought to herself. Putting her drink down on the table with all her colleague's, she needed a fag.
Moving toward the door she took a look back as she accidentally caught Max's eye, she cursed herself as the butterflies danced in her tummy.
Lighting her cig. unsuccessfully in the breeze.
"Can i join you?"
It was Max with his cheeky grin.
"It's a free country" she retorted, as she walked away from him and turned the corner so she could get out of the breeze and light her smoke.
"Trying to get me alone in a dark corner are you?" He giggled as he followed her.
"Max" she chastised him.
He leaned in so that she would light his cigarette, she got a whiff of his cologne he must have put on for the pub. It made her senses tingle as she looked at him, he caught her look. He had to be quick or he'd lose this moment, he leant in to the side of her and kissed her lightly on her cheek.
"What was that for?" She questioned.
"For the light of course."
"Well remind me not to buy you a drink... or ... dinner!" She quipped before she could stop herself.
"I'd like that very much... and your reward would be my pleasure." He whispered at the end.
Time to put a stop to this Zoe realized, it was starting to get out of hand, she didn't want to tease and lead him on any more than she had already it was going to start getting awkward.
"Max." She put her hand on his chest... "Can we just not, it's not professional." Before she could stop herself, she had both hands on his chest, she could feel his muscles just as she had been dreaming moments ago in the pub.
He pushed towards her hands slightly and she dug her nails in lightly to get a better feel for him. As she took her hands away, he grasped the sides of her face gently and kissed her. Zoe tried to pull away, as she did so he grabbed her hands and put them back on his chest holding them there, he leant in again to kiss her. This time she reciprocated with intent and want, feelings awakening long since forgotten ...