Too hot to handle by River Laurent

Author:River Laurent [Laurent, River]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: River Laurent
Published: 2018-05-30T16:00:00+00:00

Lincoln

I can barely keep my anger in check. Not just anger, either. Jealousy. Jealousy so intense, it’s almost difficult to breathe properly.

What’s happening to me? When did I become this Neanderthal? I don’t like feeling this way, as though there’s a boa constrictor around my chest while my blood is boiling at the same time. I hear the rushing through my ears as I wish to God she would leave the office and give me back some semblance of privacy.

“Is that all?” I ask, barely managing to keep from snarling, eyes still focused on my screen. I can’t look at her. I can’t imagine her with another man. It’s too much, after what we just did. I can still taste her. I know it’s a man. I could tell by the flash of guilt in her eyes. How could she rush off to have lunch with another man after being with me? She sure does get around.

Is that really who she is? Looks like once again, I’ve deluded myself into seeing qualities in a woman which simply aren’t there.

“Lincoln…” She lingers by my door, clearly unwilling to leave things as they are.

I want to tell her to get lost and never come back because damn it, I can’t stand who she’s turning me into. If this is the way it’s going to be, I don’t know that even the most explosive sex ever is worth it. “Shouldn’t you be on your way to your lunch date?” I ask, cutting her off.

“It’s not exactly—”

“For fuck’s sake. Can’t you take a hint?” I finally look at her and the jealous, petty part of me relishes the look of dismay on her face. “We had fun and I’ve got to get back to work.”

For a second, she looks stricken, as if I just cut her with her knife. Then she lifts her chin. “Sure. Enjoy your work” She opens the door and closes it softly behind her. Still the professional. At least, she can say that for herself.

I, on the other hand, cannot say any such thing. I push away from my desk and pace the floor restlessly.

What hell is wrong with me? Have I completely lost my mind?

I’m behaving like a class one asshole. But what am I supposed to think, when she goes from fucking me on the edge of my desk to telling me she has lunch plans with somebody else? What’s so important about her plans that she can’t cancel them in favor of lunch with me?

Which is part of the reason I know she’s going out with a man. Does she look at him the way she does at me? Does she make him feel like he’s the most important person in the world? Does he feel like a king when he’s inside her?

“Damn it,” I growl, going back to my chair. I sink into it, but shoot up again. I stand and run my hands through my hair. Trying to work is a complete waste of time now.

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