of extreme emotions? It was difficult to get a handle on any
of my thoughts because I was going from one emotion to another. The why, why,
why’s going through my head made me feel like a fucking chick. Thank god it was only in my head.
But if I didn’t like it why was I outside the dining
room debating on whether I should go in or not? I didn’t like it; therefore I
shouldn’t want to go in. Easy.
However, the overload of endorphins that were spilling
into my system at the possibility of seeing her was telling me that I was
looking forward to seeing her.
Shoving my girl emotions forcibly to the side I pushed
open the door. I decided I was just going to find out why she’d ditched me
Monday. Once I got the answer to that I should be able to clear her from my
head. It was most likely just an ego thing. I had no problem admitting that
mine was probably bigger than most.
I was Landon McKay.
Oh, thank shit . Maya was facing me today when I
walked in. I don’t think I could have handled another view of her ass today.
She was sitting at the table and spread out in front of her was a truck load of
silver; silverware, silver plates, silver bowls, silver do-dads. It appeared to
be polishing day.
Of course this gave me ideas of something else I
wouldn’t mind her polishing.
She glanced up and instantly looked uncomfortable at
the sight of me, going back to vigorously rubbing the bowl in front of her. Smirking
at her uneasiness, I strode up to the table and pulled out the chair opposite
of her sitting down in it. She threw me several nervous fleeting looks as I
settled myself in, but didn’t say anything.
I sat there silently as well, relaxing back in the
chair, waiting her out. She owed me another apology and I was going to get it.
She didn’t do such a great job at attempting to ignore
me. As I had noticed before, she couldn’t conceal her emotions worth a damn; her
hands started to tremble, she gave me numerous half-lidded anxious glances, and
her cheeks flushed pink…a very pretty pink. That blush highlighting her creamy colored
skin made her even more beautiful.
Shit! I didn’t want to notice that right now.
Suddenly, she slapped her hands on the table in
frustration. “Will you stop glaring at me!”
“Why, is it bothering you?” I cocked my brow
insolently.
She glared. “It is a little disturbing.”
I gave her a hard frown. “Do you know what I find
disturbing? Having someone just walk away from me with no explanation.”
She flushed further, but looked mutinous, but uneasy as
well. “Well…I was working. There are things I needed to get done. I wasn’t
there to just hang around wasting time like you were.”
Anger sparked inside me at her attitude. “I was
helping you. I didn’t have to, but I did.”
Her eyes slid sideways and I thought I detected shame.
“Yes, you helped me, but I didn’t really need it…” Her gaze connected with mine
for one second before shifting away. “Or want it. If you’re looking for an
apology, then I’m sorry for just walking away, but I’m here to do a job, that’s
it.” Looking back down at the silver bowl in her hand she began rubbing again,
hands still trembling.
I stared at her in astounded anger. I can’t believe she
was giving me a brush-off. No one snubbed me. I’d never thought of
myself as exceptionally snobbish, but the fact was my family was extremely
wealthy and influential. People made every effort to become part of my sphere,
not alienate me.
But even though it had never happened before I
shouldn’t be this angry. I wasn’t that narcissistic. If anyone else had said
those words I know I would have brushed them off and walked away no
problem. I didn’t give a shit what most people thought about me, but having
those words come from her rankled me for
of my thoughts because I was going from one emotion to another. The why, why,
why’s going through my head made me feel like a fucking chick. Thank god it was only in my head.
But if I didn’t like it why was I outside the dining
room debating on whether I should go in or not? I didn’t like it; therefore I
shouldn’t want to go in. Easy.
However, the overload of endorphins that were spilling
into my system at the possibility of seeing her was telling me that I was
looking forward to seeing her.
Shoving my girl emotions forcibly to the side I pushed
open the door. I decided I was just going to find out why she’d ditched me
Monday. Once I got the answer to that I should be able to clear her from my
head. It was most likely just an ego thing. I had no problem admitting that
mine was probably bigger than most.
I was Landon McKay.
Oh, thank shit . Maya was facing me today when I
walked in. I don’t think I could have handled another view of her ass today.
She was sitting at the table and spread out in front of her was a truck load of
silver; silverware, silver plates, silver bowls, silver do-dads. It appeared to
be polishing day.
Of course this gave me ideas of something else I
wouldn’t mind her polishing.
She glanced up and instantly looked uncomfortable at
the sight of me, going back to vigorously rubbing the bowl in front of her. Smirking
at her uneasiness, I strode up to the table and pulled out the chair opposite
of her sitting down in it. She threw me several nervous fleeting looks as I
settled myself in, but didn’t say anything.
I sat there silently as well, relaxing back in the
chair, waiting her out. She owed me another apology and I was going to get it.
She didn’t do such a great job at attempting to ignore
me. As I had noticed before, she couldn’t conceal her emotions worth a damn; her
hands started to tremble, she gave me numerous half-lidded anxious glances, and
her cheeks flushed pink…a very pretty pink. That blush highlighting her creamy colored
skin made her even more beautiful.
Shit! I didn’t want to notice that right now.
Suddenly, she slapped her hands on the table in
frustration. “Will you stop glaring at me!”
“Why, is it bothering you?” I cocked my brow
insolently.
She glared. “It is a little disturbing.”
I gave her a hard frown. “Do you know what I find
disturbing? Having someone just walk away from me with no explanation.”
She flushed further, but looked mutinous, but uneasy as
well. “Well…I was working. There are things I needed to get done. I wasn’t
there to just hang around wasting time like you were.”
Anger sparked inside me at her attitude. “I was
helping you. I didn’t have to, but I did.”
Her eyes slid sideways and I thought I detected shame.
“Yes, you helped me, but I didn’t really need it…” Her gaze connected with mine
for one second before shifting away. “Or want it. If you’re looking for an
apology, then I’m sorry for just walking away, but I’m here to do a job, that’s
it.” Looking back down at the silver bowl in her hand she began rubbing again,
hands still trembling.
I stared at her in astounded anger. I can’t believe she
was giving me a brush-off. No one snubbed me. I’d never thought of
myself as exceptionally snobbish, but the fact was my family was extremely
wealthy and influential. People made every effort to become part of my sphere,
not alienate me.
But even though it had never happened before I
shouldn’t be this angry. I wasn’t that narcissistic. If anyone else had said
those words I know I would have brushed them off and walked away no
problem. I didn’t give a shit what most people thought about me, but having
those words come from her rankled me for
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