in every position, on every surface
at least a hundred times today.
Sheesh, what is wrong with me?
I shake my head, as if it will dislodge the thoughts fogging up my ability to
think rationally, and take a walk to my windows. My view of the city is quite
spectacular, especially at dusk when the lights of the city start to flicker to life.
Night time in this city is beautiful, and creates a different kind of atmosphere
for the bustling metropolis that has become my home. I like it here, and I like
my life here too, but every now and then I’ll find myself thinking about where
exactly it is I come from. Georgia, or rather the small cardboard box of a town
I grew up in, is the exact opposite of this thriving city, as is the shitty trailer
where I lived most of my young life. I worked hard, and despite being told
by my parents that I would never amount to more than white trash, I never
wavered from pursuing my dream. And it payed off. I not only showed myself I could do it, but I disproved my parents’ belief that I would end up just
like them. I haven’t thought about them in a while, but I know the inevitable
phone call is coming soon.
It has started becoming more regular, and the amounts they want are increasing, to the point where I can’t give it without dipping into my small savings.
My college scholarship came in handy, but I’m still living from pay check to
pay check. Thankfully, I don’t pay rent, so the money I would’ve spent on that
gets deposited into a savings account, a little nest egg I’m growing for myself.
I learned many years ago that nothing in life comes easy, and that means I
don’t have the luxury of a trust fund like Quinn, and I suspect Kyler and Jarred
too, has. Not that I begrudge them the privilege.
I just wish my life started out differently, and that not everything was a hardship.
The sudden chill, and strange spark, in the air makes me shiver, which is odd
considering it’s late May, and the temperatures are rising. I rub up and down
my arms, hoping to stop my skin from breaking out into goosebumps.The tiny
hairs on the nape of my neck rise, and I have the feeling I’m being watched.
That’s when I notice Kyler’s reflection in the window. I spin around and find
him staring at me, the whisper of a smile making its way across his lips. His
dark hair looks mussed, like he’s pulled his fingers through it several times already, and his blue eyes are locked on me. The light blue shirt that clings to his
broad chest is unbuttoned at the top, giving my a slight sneak of the smooth,
bronzed skin underneath. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and it shows
off a very impressive set of forearms. With arms like his, he must go to the gym
regularly. Not to mention his legs, and those muscular thighs. It was yesterday,
that I noticed he’s taller than I thought, but now, standing in the doorway to
my smallish office, he looks… bigger, longer. Snap out of it Cass! You’re eye fucking him, and it’s obvious!
Kyler smirks, and I wonder if he can somehow hear my internal dialogue.
Wouldn’t that be interesting, especially when I think about him and all the
dirty things I want him to do to me. Wait, what?
“What are you doing here?”
Kyler takes a few steps into my office and narrows the gap between us before
replying, “It’s nice to see you too Miss Emerson.”
He places a bag on my small work table in the corner, and a delicious smell
floats past me.
My stomach growls. I’m starving, and it would be appear that Kyler brought
dinner.
“As I told you yesterday,” he continues, watching me.
“I’m helping you with your presentation, and since you failed to tell me where
we would be working, I took the initiative and came and found you.”
His eyes travel the length of my body, appraising it, making me feel hot and
flustered yet again. The hunger in his eyes has no nothing to do with the food
on the table, I’m sure, and while it should make me