... ... ... THE GREEN-EYED BEAST … … …
Blankly she stood at the cupboards. What else to do? Hide in the fridge? Its cool won't help... Can she go home already? Or just run away...
"I'm not going to call anyone... her or anyone," she heard his quiet voice from behind.
"I don't care." Bullshit! Too Irritated for indifference bullshit! Be there something in her hands, it would break. Not on his head, merely by itself. "That's not my business," still frowning, but that could pass.
Heavy silence fell over them again... Better happen whatever instead. Another apocalypse maybe. Just not the one inside her now.
That damn woman cracked in with "can I steal him for a couple of hours?" under a pretext of official matter, then returned all grinning with "good times... do that more often" and eventually made herself scarce with ''call me!"
"We're colleagues. Nothing... only once..."
Oh for God's sake! Why he explains?! And did he just confirm that brunette fucked him!? Tested and tasted all of him!? Not today but in the past. And that bitch wanted to re-act and relive! That is the point, not that she couldn't handle more than friendlike images and scenes of him with someone. That is too, of course... Anyway, everyone has history - understandable, and she could deal with that. But, please, do not reappear for another try or else be that somebody new to woo him. Crap!
It itched. It boiled. It detonated. Touched off, hundreds of artillery shells were bursting in her stomach... or in her head either. That is why then she deftly, or rather abruptly, left for the kitchen to calm this noise or... She couldn't look him in the eye. She couldn't let him see her feelings... That kind of feelings... Hurt... Weakness... Showing her admiration of him and desire for him - totally fine. But not this misery...
He couldn't bear with that too. That's why he followed. He needed to make all clear. He needed her to be looking back at him the same bold, frisky and lovingly as always. Any other options were painful to observe.
"Spare me of these details who you slept with and how many times," as if hissing, was it her peeve or for the rest not to hear. "Report not to me. All that irrelevant. And we have job to do," she moved to escape still with her back to him, but his arm barred her punctually and delicately.
"But I do report there's only one person on my mind. She brightens my every day here since she joined. And all she thinks and feels is relevant to me. Because she matters to me."
Holy Mother, how easy to melt her heart with blatant truth from his lips - a habit he borrowed from her and used it so well. Yet, her gaze still away not to fall for him even more or simply into him.
"I assume, I've done a lot of outright messages, but never promised you anything or asked," no offense intended, but sticking to coolness and reality is quite a choice.
"I know. I know." Wanting, wishing and hoping is one thing. But pursue - no. "I just can't afford you being mad at me, that's all."
That's when she finally fronted him and gazed peacefully with the same tone in her voice, "I am not mad at you." Mad at that female, yes, at herself, at whatever, but not him. There's nothing in the world this man could do wrong.
Staring afresh at each other, relief and pleasure finally reached both hearts, hers and his. Ah, she needed to lean on something or collapse in her chair better. When the last time she experienced something so devastating, uncontrolled and unjustified? Being a teener, probably, when now she's doubled in age.
"We're good," positive, however she barely was able to place a smile on her face, so emotionally exhausted. Instead she took his hand in hers and held it reassuringly together with his look as long as she could... Until they were called out - the working day is not over yet.
At least this silly agony is through. Nonetheless, her system still required a reload... A kiss, a proper and lasting kiss would make it up. But, ha, dream on! Well, yes, dream on in between to wipe off all that recent grievance. But for crying out loud take already what you thirst for! Because there's plenty of hungry individuals hovering around.
Thus... Be first! The only! And the last!