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It's been a week and nothing. She didn't act like anything happened in my room that day, but neither did I. It was a mistake that should never have occurred.
Every time I think about her, I try to stop by reminding myself that she was my daughter's best friend, but that wasn't working anymore.
Every time I used that as an excuse, the next thought that came to my mind was 'I don't care' or 'that be damned'.
It shouldn't stop me from being with who I wanted to be with, and it wasn't like I was looking for a serious relationship. I was sexually attracted to her and that was it, nothing more, nothing less.
I closed the email after 30 minutes of not making any progress and my thoughts and gaze focused on the last person that it should be on.
I needed to get over her as fast as I could. I leaned back in my chair running my hand through my hair, wondering how I got myself into this mess. As I looked at her again, I realized that there was only so much I could do to keep myself from going to her and taking her.
She had that energy and way about her that pulled you in. She also had that pure and alluring aura. It was not common with women found in my circle. I could not tell if it was because she was younger or maybe she was born like that. I don't know what it was, but every time that I looked at her, I saw nothing but genuineness and softness in her eyes.
Unlike the other women that I hung around, she didn’t try to be what she's not. She didn’t try to conform to anything.
That could also be because she was not exposed to the world that they are, but I feel like our mind can be trained to conform to whatever we want it to and she was one of the good ones.
That was another reason why I'm trying to stay away from her. I don't want to toy with her. I don't want to be the asshole that got together with her and then left her high and dry. She was the kind of person who didn’t get involved with someone without their emotions and when it came to me, I didn’t do emotions.
CHAPTER7
KAT
Istood before him with my hands clasped in front of me. He was on the phone, playing with a pen in his hand, rolling it in circles over and over again. My eyes were fixated on the motion but the pen was not the only thing that I looked at. He had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows again, exposing his arms and the veins that ran through them.
He nodded his head, even though the person on the other side of the call could not see him. He sat up to open the file that I dropped in front of him.
As he was multitasking, he looked sexy. I didn't think that there was anything that man could do that he would not make it look sensual.
While he signed the documents, my mind drifted off to his hands on the door above my head when I was in his room that day, and how I would love to have them on me.
Oh, how I longed to see his lower half, to see those strong legs without the clothes. I could have granted my own wish by tugging a little.
It was a tough scene to get over. It wasn't the kind of image that left your mind easily, or ever.
If I was easy, maybe I would. Maybe I would have walked up to him and released his towel, but I didn't. I will not be seen as some cheap girl trying to seduce a middle-aged man.
Ever since I could remember, I have always been attracted to guys that were slightly older than I was, and thinking back to the ones that I dated, they were great, but none of them compare to the man that sat across from me.
I was attracted to so many things about him and not just his body, but how smart he was and how much of a gentleman that he was. I noticed his actions even though he didn't say all the words. I've always been a firm believer of the saying that actions speak louder than words. One doesn't just have to say something, but they have to back it up by their actions as well.
He would open the door for me and always make sure that I was not the last one out of the room. It was the little things, things that guys my age don't value anymore, and things that made a man who he was. The kind of chivalry that was becoming more and more rare as the years go by.
Dominance was not the only thing that George or any man should have to offer and I believe that if you have to forcibly exert your dominance, then you were never dominant to begin with.
With George, it wasn't like that. He didn't have to ask for it or demand it, but his aura compelled the submission out of anyone. The way he walked, the way he carried himself.
George was the kind of man to walk into a room and earn the attention of everyone in the room. I could see it in people when I went out with him. He would walk into a room and I would see the way people revered him, the way they were conscious of him and he was confident in his abilities, but in an obnoxious way.
We had never really had a real conversation, especially on a personal note, but I've heard enough of his conversation with other people to know that he was a deep person and that was what attracted me to him.
Even though my thoughts about him at first were that he was dark and closed off, which is still true, he was not as inhumane as I thought he was any more. Now it seemed to me he was someone who liked his space and was quite introverted. Something I can also relate to because I can be like that too. It was understandable.
He ended the call, dropped the phone and looked up at me.
"I have a trip next week, right?"
"Yes, sir," I replied.
