G is for Girls
Gene had always liked girls. He found their chatter endlessly fascinating. He'd loved brunettes especially. He'd loose his heart at least once a month. He'd mourn their loss for a day or two then he'd be right on to the next one. It was like clock work.
Oliver had never understood what it was about girls that Gene had found so enthralling. From what he could see they were loud creature prone to emotional outbursts and excess. Even Madoka, his mentor was endlessly chittering. He'd have silenced her if he'd been in any position to do so but Martin had made it very clear that Madoka was in charge of this show. He was to be subordinate to her.
That had been an indignity that he'd born silently. Had he been a member of the fairer sex he'd have surely groused about it, must like Mai was now. She was going on endlessly about this and that. He'd tuned her out ages ago, so it came as a surprise when he found her face in his.
"Don't you think Naru?" Think what? He had no idea. He hadn't been paying attention to her instead focusing on the information about the home in which they now stood.
"About what Mai?" She glared at him. He'd upset her, again. This time he wasn't sure why. It wasn't like he told her to set up the shelving again. He'd learned his lesson a few cases ago. Not only had they been set improperly, injuring her shoulder but then she'd cried about it for three days.
Three very long days for him. So while he didn't want to set it up he did, and he did so without saying anything.
He glanced at Mai who was off huffing in a corner but to his surprise she'd started tea without having to be told. Perhaps she was finally learning and taking her job as his assistant seriously? He could only hope.
IF she acted more professionally maybe he could take her more seriously. If he could take her more seriously then maybe he could view her as such and it would stop those thoughts that kept coming to him unbidden.
It had started one day when she'd leaned over his desk and gave him his tea. He hadn't meant to but he'd seen down her shirt and it had set off weeks of thoughts that had Mai in the starring role.
His current favorite involved his desk, after hours and one of those mini skirts she was so fond of. He was fond of them too, but he'd die before telling her that.
Gene had been very fond of girls.
He had only ever been fond of one girl. Why else would he put up with her nonsense.
Besides, if it got too bad he could dream up ways to quiet her.