The Bosses Pet

If I could talk to the me who had just moved here I would tell her to not indulge in red wine.
I don't think That would have changed the outcome though.
Red wine or not There was still a North Eastern Last April fifteenth and I would have still pitched in to help mop up the flooded basement of the comedy club in Times Square.
There was so much water that the ceiling was sparkling with moving rivets, the light hitting the water and reflecting off the ceiling. Somehow the jukebox managed to still be plugged in and working and I remember hearing him play again, "damn I wish I was your lover."
I was new here and oh so naive. I hated leaving any later than 12:30 from the club for fear of being on the train with the ill intentioned public. That night I was looking for brownie points. I was looking for an excuse not to go home.
"Go pour us two glasses of red wine" he said to me. I had only ever seen him drink Jack Daniels and Sam Adams, so red wine seemed a little out of character. He liked to celebrate life though, and I was new, I took it as a way of inviting me into the family of the place.

"Salute, A la familia" he raised his glass and we toasted. Vic the porter who did not drink pretended to raise a glass in unison. It was just the three of us for awhile, squeegeeing the floor and moving the water towards the drains. It was well into the night and finally a lot of the water had receded and he sent Vic home. I can't recall what we talked about or if we even talked. At that point I was his right hand had been since I started. Anything he needed or wanted I was one step ahead. One step ahead until the evening took an unexpected turn. Layla came on over the juke and I was standing near the pool table just singing aloud when before I knew it a hand slipped around my waist and his hand slipped into mine. We danced for a few moments as he mouthed the words to me. Something distracted us, he walked towards the office and I followed, he seemed to be looking for something but the buzz was so heavy now that all I could do was still feel the room spinning from dancing. I stood at the bottom of the staircase. He came up right in front of me and asked me a question, vague and blurry, I never really caught it and within seconds the only thing I needed to understand was how perfect his lips felt on mine. Deep, passionate, something I forgot existed in this world. Quick and panicked like this was our only moment in time, the last moment. He brought me towards the office where there was a futon but before he could bring himself inside he stopped and pressed me up against the edge of the lobby desk. He looked at me for a moment with his hands on my face and in my hair and then went back to kissing me, so deep and so long. He hesitated touching me anywhere but my waist, he spun me around as if to bring me into the office but instead turned back around and said "we should get back to work." "yeah," I said and followed him towards the source of where the water was coming from. Music was still playing and he grabbed my hand and pulled me into him, he pushed me back and while kissing me hoisted me front ways onto his hips and pushed me back and down onto the pool table.

I've made it sound like this happened so easily. That I came and He conquered or Vice/Versa. Really though it was nothing like that. He was my boss and I was his right hand. I had no where I wanted to be and the hours were late and the alcohol was free, and the company...made me smile more than I had in months. This was just the first meeting of our lips. I'm reminded of this every time it rains. Oh but how naive I was.