have eyes just as hurt. However, I didn't like being referred to as the flavor of the month. I felt I was a little more than that, like the flavor of the summer, at least.
"You can't go around saying shit like that just because you're hurt and mad," Rhys admonished her.
"Heaven forbid anyone believe her," I said coolly and crossed my arms.
"I didn't mean it like that," he snapped.
"Okay, you can fix this without me," I said, tossing the pen I borrowed back onto his desk. "I'm done."
"Lindsey! Get your ass back here!"
Typically I would have melted and slithered back across the floor and waited at his feet like a lovesick puppy, but I was embarrassed by being a flavor and pissed off at Rhys's rudeness. I went to my office and slammed the door.
At lunch time, there was a soft knock at my door and Rhys walked in. I was standing at a filing cabinet across the room, rooting for a lost file. I glanced at him but otherwise didn't acknowledge him. He didn't say anything, but within seconds I felt his arms snake around my waist and he rested his chin on my shoulder.
"I'm really sorry," he whispered. "I was upset and I shouldn't have taken it out on you."
I'm a sucker for a hot guy that I've stalked and recently acquired his love.
"It's okay," I said, my anger gone. I turned around so that I could see his face and he continued to hold me close, despite the fact that we were standing right in front of a wall of glass in plain view.
"It's not okay. It's never okay to verbally abuse a woman."
I pulled back a little, surprised by his tone. He was angry, but it was directed inward at himself.
"You didn't verbally abuse me, Rhys. It was an argument - not even an argument. It was nothing."
"It wasn't nothing , Lindsey," he said.
"It was nothing. If you feel so bad about it, make it up to me." I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck.
He rested his forehead on mine and even though the moment was serious I was stupid giddy inside.
"It's unacceptable," he whispered.
"Did Nicole get such a heartfelt apology?" I couldn't help but to ask.
His lips curved up. "No, but I did apologize."
"So, can we just put this behind us?"
He sighed. My heart swelled to fifty times its size. Something down deep in this man was disturbing him and I hated not knowing what it was, and I especially hated that it had such a tight grip on such a normally collected and stable person.
"Yeah," he said finally, and then pulled away. I thought the worst for about a half a second, but then a smile I was more familiar with appeared. "Why don't you come with me this weekend?"
"To the shore?" I raised my eyebrows. It was common fact that long weekends at the shore usually meant Rhys hooking up with someone or more than one someone.
"Yes, to the shore."
"I wasn't invited."
"I just invited you," he moved in close again. "You don't want to spend the weekend with me?"
His fingers lightly trailed across my jaw to my lips. He ran his thumb across my bottom lip. Even after all of the erotic things we did the day before, my reaction to his touch was unaltered. I was tempted to suck on his thumb and then maybe another part of his anatomy, but then he replaced his fingers with his mouth. He pressed me against the filing cabinet and kissed me deeply. I held onto his tie, holding him to me.
Yum. Kissing Rhys was like eating the most delectable chocolate in the universe while having Bradley Cooper suck on my toes and the guy from Thor give me a back rub.
A loud knock on the glass beside us snapped us back to reality. Phil stood on the other side grinning, and behind him several stunned workers looked on.
"Oh my," I said, releasing him.
I thought Rhys would back away. Despite his other conquests that seemed to be common knowledge, Rhys always tried to be discrete. He didn't discuss those girls, and he was never seen participating in any form of public displays of affection. Even when he was with Nicole, he was careful to keep a polite distance.
But Rhys didn't
"You can't go around saying shit like that just because you're hurt and mad," Rhys admonished her.
"Heaven forbid anyone believe her," I said coolly and crossed my arms.
"I didn't mean it like that," he snapped.
"Okay, you can fix this without me," I said, tossing the pen I borrowed back onto his desk. "I'm done."
"Lindsey! Get your ass back here!"
Typically I would have melted and slithered back across the floor and waited at his feet like a lovesick puppy, but I was embarrassed by being a flavor and pissed off at Rhys's rudeness. I went to my office and slammed the door.
At lunch time, there was a soft knock at my door and Rhys walked in. I was standing at a filing cabinet across the room, rooting for a lost file. I glanced at him but otherwise didn't acknowledge him. He didn't say anything, but within seconds I felt his arms snake around my waist and he rested his chin on my shoulder.
"I'm really sorry," he whispered. "I was upset and I shouldn't have taken it out on you."
I'm a sucker for a hot guy that I've stalked and recently acquired his love.
"It's okay," I said, my anger gone. I turned around so that I could see his face and he continued to hold me close, despite the fact that we were standing right in front of a wall of glass in plain view.
"It's not okay. It's never okay to verbally abuse a woman."
I pulled back a little, surprised by his tone. He was angry, but it was directed inward at himself.
"You didn't verbally abuse me, Rhys. It was an argument - not even an argument. It was nothing."
"It wasn't nothing , Lindsey," he said.
"It was nothing. If you feel so bad about it, make it up to me." I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck.
He rested his forehead on mine and even though the moment was serious I was stupid giddy inside.
"It's unacceptable," he whispered.
"Did Nicole get such a heartfelt apology?" I couldn't help but to ask.
His lips curved up. "No, but I did apologize."
"So, can we just put this behind us?"
He sighed. My heart swelled to fifty times its size. Something down deep in this man was disturbing him and I hated not knowing what it was, and I especially hated that it had such a tight grip on such a normally collected and stable person.
"Yeah," he said finally, and then pulled away. I thought the worst for about a half a second, but then a smile I was more familiar with appeared. "Why don't you come with me this weekend?"
"To the shore?" I raised my eyebrows. It was common fact that long weekends at the shore usually meant Rhys hooking up with someone or more than one someone.
"Yes, to the shore."
"I wasn't invited."
"I just invited you," he moved in close again. "You don't want to spend the weekend with me?"
His fingers lightly trailed across my jaw to my lips. He ran his thumb across my bottom lip. Even after all of the erotic things we did the day before, my reaction to his touch was unaltered. I was tempted to suck on his thumb and then maybe another part of his anatomy, but then he replaced his fingers with his mouth. He pressed me against the filing cabinet and kissed me deeply. I held onto his tie, holding him to me.
Yum. Kissing Rhys was like eating the most delectable chocolate in the universe while having Bradley Cooper suck on my toes and the guy from Thor give me a back rub.
A loud knock on the glass beside us snapped us back to reality. Phil stood on the other side grinning, and behind him several stunned workers looked on.
"Oh my," I said, releasing him.
I thought Rhys would back away. Despite his other conquests that seemed to be common knowledge, Rhys always tried to be discrete. He didn't discuss those girls, and he was never seen participating in any form of public displays of affection. Even when he was with Nicole, he was careful to keep a polite distance.
But Rhys didn't
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