Page 59 of Irresistibly Us
After my MasterLab interview this morning, my brain would not stop spinning. I couldn’t concentrate on one damn thing, which means I am now staring at no fewer than six different projects I’ve started today and utterly failed to complete. The files for the spring STEM competition are spread all over the coffee table in the corner. Six different drafts of our annual report are scattered all over the floor. Eighty donor thank you letters that require my signature are stacked haphazardly on a chair, only eleven of them actually signed, plus one that only has my first name because I got distracted halfway through. My deskholds four half-empty cans of Dr Pepper, two water bottles, six completely empty bags of jelly beans, and the remains of three different candy bars I tried eating when the jelly beans weren’t having their usual effect.
The chocolate was an abject failure too.
If the space you inhabit reflects your mental state, my office is giving,She’s a mess, and not the fun kind. Which is entirely accurate, and not just because of the interview, although woah boy was that ever a doozy.
No, I’ve been off my game since six fucking thirty this morning when Tyler barged into my room four seconds after I dropped my towel to the floor and then proceeded to look at me like he was committing every inch of my naked body to memory. Like he wanted to devour me whole. My cheeks heat as my brain once again serves me up an image of the way his eyes flared, the way I could feel his gaze like a caress as he looked me up and down with a lazy perusal that made my legs quake and my stomach swoop. Made me freeze and forget to do normal, rational things like pick my fucking towel up off the floor so my boobs weren’t on full display.
Even though he seemed to like the fact that my boobs were hanging out everywhere. Jesus Christ.
And the way he saidGood luck today, Sophin that quiet, gravely murmur? Holy fucking fuck, Tyler Hansley gave me sex murmur, and remembering it now has my entire body about to burst into flames. Tearing off my sweater, I shove it into my bag and grab the nearest Dr Pepper, taking a big sip and immediately spluttering when I remember a second too late the soda is flat and warm.Gross.
So yeah, I’m a disaster because Tyler looked at me the way I’ve spent three years hoping he would and I have no idea what it means. It’s possible it means nothing. Even likely. I was accidentally naked, and Tyler is a man. Men are not complicated beings. But the thing is, the focused way he studied me, the alluring mix of humor and heat that was so uniquely him, theway he leaned right against the dresser and made himself at home? That didn’tfeellike nothing, and it’s fucking with my head.
When my phone dings, I practically pounce on it, hoping it’s exactly the distraction I’ve been waiting for.
RenegadeRush
Well good afternoon, Chaos. How was the interview?
Shaking my head, I type furiously.
ChaosQueen
I’m not ready to talk about it yet. I need a distraction.
RenegadeRush
From the interview? Was it bad?
ChaosQueen
It wasn’t bad, just…unexpected. So yeah, I need a distraction from that. And also from…other things.
RenegadeRush
Then a distraction you shall have.
Football is my category. I absolutely kill at football stats.
Grabbing my bag, I leave my office and head for the elevator, so completely ready to put an end to this day.
ChaosQueen
That’s kind of a cop-out. I mean, RenegadeRush? Obviously you’re a football fan.
RenegadeRush
Yeah, but can a garden-variety football fan recite the stats of every offensive player on every team, in every game for the last five years?
ChaosQueen
No way can you do that. I only know one person who can recite stats like that and it’s freaky as fuck.
RenegadeRush
Hi, nice to meet you. I’m freaky as fuck.
In this way and so, so many others.
