Should You Ever Sleep With a Co-Worker?
By: Octavia Morrison
Tags: Relationships, Work, Love, Business, Dating

I broke every rule when I got involved with a co-worker.

When we first me we didn’t yet work together. But after we got involved, we also started to work together — and it got weird until it stopped being weird.

We met at a party — the Christmas party of his company, I was just passing by, as I knew one of his colleagues. We used to work for the same company, but at different points in time. I heard of him and I knew his name, but I am not sure he knew mine. I didn’t really care. He wasn’t even my type.

The party was slow and lame, there was nothing going on. I was thinking about leaving soon. I was sipping a vodka-soda when he sat down next to me and he tried to impress me. I was the new girl, so everyone was hitting on me. It’s kind of typical. He was keeping me company, getting me drinks, telling me heartfelt stories of saved stray dogs and stories unexpected good deeds from unexpected people. I was surprised. I was having fun, so, I stayed. He managed to impress me after all.

We started to drink shots, one after the other, chatting a lot, laughing, enjoying each other’s company a little too obviously.

We went to a music club where we danced and drank some more — not that we needed it, but because there was no reason not to. We went to get another round of drinks for the group, and not to lose him in the crowd I took his hand and followed him. We got to the bar and I didn’t let go of his hand. He looked at me surprised, lifted our hands and asked me with his eyebrows. I started to speak but there was too much noise, so when he leaned closer, instead of telling him my explanation I pulled him even closer and I kissed him on the lips. He looked at me with an incredulous look on his face… then kissed me back. I never let go of his hand.

We headed back to the others, holding hands and he asked me why I kissed him — shouting because of the blaring music. I shrugged and smiled and told him that I felt like it and I guessed he wouldn’t mind. He said he didn’t mind it — which was obvious as we were still holding hands.

I have no idea when we lost the others and I have no idea what time it was. We kissed some more, and he said we should go home. I agreed.

I had a blackout in the taxi.

Next thing I knew was waking up in the morning. I peeked from half open eyelids. My clothes were scattered on the floor and I was naked under the cover. Unknown place, unknown room. And there he lied next to me, equally naked. I was mortified. I tried not to move. I was trying to put together the missing pieces from last night.

He stirred, turned towards me, lookat at me and smiled. Good morning — he sounded cheerful. Not too surprised.

I couldn’t even look at him, I mumbled good morning pulling the cover up to my nose, as if it could save me from feeling humiliated. He brought me a painkiller, asked me if I was cold. He put another cover on me. He made me breakfast, French toast with tea. I still couldn’t move. I was wondering if I was still drunk, or the shock of waking up here already sobered me up.

We ate breakfast in bed. It was delicious. He lent me a T-shirt instead of my little black dress I had on before it somehow magicked off me. I was trying to cover myself as I was putting the T-shirt on. I had no idea how to behave.

We got back to bed, and we watched videos on his phone.

After a while I mustered up enough courage and asked: Ahem, I know it sounds cheesy, but what happened last night?

He laughed and he said he had absolutely no idea from the point we arrived home.

Great!

There was another question killing me:

“And did we have sex?”

He frowned and said that he didn’t think so. But he added that we must have tried to have sex, as he never sleeps naked, and yet he woke up naked.

We laughed. The fact that he had no idea either lifted the burden.

The fact that we tried makes me smile — and I am not sure why. I like this guy.

We chatted some more, laughed some more. He has a wicked sense of humour. He is funny. I snuggled to his chest and we slept. He took me home later and we befriended each other on Facebook.