by Molly Moore
Rumpled empty bed

I don’t know your name, I don’t know where you work, where you live or how old you are. I have been watching you all evening, working the room, talking to people. The women all respond to you, some of them stand just that little bit too close, they flick their hair and their eyelashes at you. You smile back at them, you lean in just a tiny bit to give them the impression that they have your absolute undivided attention. They totally buy it, but I don’t. I have watched your type before, I think it would be fair to call you a smooth operator. Confident, assured, practised, intelligent and completely comfortable within your own skin. It is a heady combination indeed and despite the fact that I am most definitely not interested in you I find my mind drifting, imagining.

I wonder what you lips would feel like on my neck. I wonder if you are as confident in the bedroom as you are here, in your arena. I bet your trim your pubic hair, not shaved, just trimmed, neat and tidy like the rest of you. You just don’t look like the waxed and smooth type to me. I wonder if you are cut or uncut. If I had to bet I would pick cut, or maybe that is just wishful thinking on my part. I find myself smiling at that thought. I wonder what you taste like. I wonder if you could be one of the rare men who might have known how to consume me. It has been a long time since anyone has consumed me, or even expressed and interest in doing so.

My phone buzzes in my pocket. The message is from my husband, checking in with me. I assure him I am having a good time. The conference is not as dull as I thought it might be and yes my room is very lovely. He tells me the kids are fine, he is fine too. Home is all exactly as it should be. We have exchanged messages like these over the years on numerous occasions. They are as familiar to me as my children’s faces. Safe and calming they make me smile, they remind me of who I am.

The evening carries on, the drinks flow as does the schmoozing but gradually people start to drift away seeking food, quiet time or just an early night, ready for another day of the conference tomorrow. I check my phone again, there is another message. Something about one of the kids and a birthday party invite. I start to type my answer when I notice that someone is standing right in front of me awaiting my attention. I look up from my phone


“Hello?” I reply

There is a pause, longer than one would normally leave and in that moment I feel like you are looking right into my mind and all of a sudden I realise that I am blushing

“I see you still have some of your drink left.”

“Ummm indeed.” I reply as I tip my glass to one side and swirl the deep dark red liquid around in the ball of the glass

“Well, when you are done, with your phone, and your wine, then maybe you would like to join me. I am in room 579”

I am fairly sure my mouth drops open. I am utterly stunned by your arrogance, your confidence, your absolute assurance that what you have just said, just suggested is in any way ok.

Before I can reply though you smile at me and for a brief moment I think you are nodding, as if pleased with yourself and then you turn and walk away. Without a backward glance at me or the remaining few people in the room you are gone.

All of a sudden I feel very conspicuous in the room, as if everyone here must know what you just said to me and my failure to respond appropriately and again I can feel a hot blush rising to my cheeks. I drain the rest of my glass in one go, not how wine should be drunk but I don’t care. I want out of this space, away from this room and everything that just happened in it.

In the lift I reach for my phone again and tap out my reply to the message and then I tell my husband I am going to bed now, as I have another long day tomorrow. The elevator opens on the third floor. My floor. Not waiting for a reply I switch off my phone and slide it back into my pocket. The elevator doors close, I take a deep breath and press the button on the panel that says 5.

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f dot leonora June 17, 2015 - 1:45 am

i love this, it reminds of a favorite scene in a book i’ve read that worked for all the same reasons. arrogance can be such a turn-on…used in the right way of course!

Zoe Dune June 17, 2015 - 4:12 am

Yep. You had me all the way through this thing. Great stuff!

Kat June 17, 2015 - 7:03 am


This is brilliant! I love how you set the scene. Her voyuerism alone is sexy.
And her last second change of mind? I love it!
Kat x

Mrs TeePot June 17, 2015 - 1:55 pm

You are such an excellent writer, I love this piece!

Marie Rebelle June 17, 2015 - 5:00 pm

I love how you’ve set the scene and kept my attention from beginning to end. And actually, I would love to read hot it continues 🙂

Rebel xox

Velvet Rose June 17, 2015 - 6:33 pm

Totally compulsive reading. Once I started I could not stop! Wonderful

Velvet x

Cammies on the Floor June 17, 2015 - 7:56 pm

I was hoping she would join him. Not sure why I was hoping that, but it seemed a bold move to make and I love bold moves

Modesty Ablaze June 17, 2015 - 9:42 pm

Oh very naughty . . . you can probably guess what I am left wondering most???
(And it is NOT what happened next when you tapped on the door of 579!)
Xxx – K

Molly Moore June 17, 2015 - 10:06 pm

No, please tell me, if i carry this on I want to know which bit someone is curious about?


Jade A. Waters June 18, 2015 - 1:38 am

Oh, I LOVE this. Fantastic. The tone, the 2nd person, all of it. He’s very bold and I love that she’s going for it. Beautifully done! XX

Jane June 18, 2015 - 11:30 am

The tension in this piece is fabulous. And I love how the incomplete number at the end reflects the ‘unfinished’ story. You’ve left us hanging – but in the most delicious way. Jane xxx

sub-Bee June 30, 2015 - 4:13 pm

I had the strangest reaction to this, in my head I was begging her not to go for it, not to give in to his arrogance, not to damage her marriage. Which seems like it should be the opposite to what I should have felt.

Prompt #160: Disability - Wicked Wednesday October 12, 2018 - 10:15 pm

[…] 579 by Molly  People watching can be so nice and in this piece of writing, the main character dreams away about a man in the bar. Molly sets a scene in which there is contact between the man and the woman and then she leaves you hanging at the end, wanting more. (You might also want to read this post from the male point of view – said with tongue in cheek!) […]


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