Legal Affairs 4 Mitigation

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.You re a blessing, Mac& but you re also my curse.I m stunned speechless and, before I can even say anything back to him, he disconnects and theline goes dead.I wish there was a magic pill I could take that would ease my heartache.And another pill thatwould magically ease the way my body still aches for Matt.This fucking sucks.All weekend I stewed over his call on Friday night.I vacillated amongst a variety of emotions,trying to decide how to handle the situation.When I was pissed, I would work myself up and decide to put in my resignation.I even sat at mycomputer on Saturday and typed it up.It was simple.Dear Matt,I hereby tender my resignation effective immediately.You suck, and I hate you.Sincerely,McKayla P.DawsonBut there were moments when I would get overwhelmed with sadness for Matt.He s a man that isclearly struggling, and I don t know how to help him.During those moments, I wanted to do nothingmore than go into work tomorrow, crawl onto his lap, and hug the hurt out of him.And finally, there were my moments of weakness.When I thought about what he told me on thephone, that I was all he wanted, it would cause pleasure to fire hotly through my veins.My memorywould pulse and flash with images of Matt and me together& naked, writhing on the bed, andmoaning in pleasure.It was at those times that I wanted to be in Matt s office bright and early tomorrow, lying nakedacross his desk when he walked in.His eyes would darken heavy with lust, and he would take me fastand hard.Just the mere thought of it caused me to shiver.Then I d get pissed all over again, because Matt has such a hold over my sensuality that I want togive in to him just because my body demands it.My heart doesn t stay quiet though, and it reminds me that it doesn t want to get shredded in theprocess.The buzzer in the kitchen goes off, and I walk in to take the cookies out of the oven.It s acompulsion of mine& baking when I m sad, confused, angry, or whatever.Bottom line everyemotion that Matt is making me feel right now calls for massive amounts of chocolate chip cookies.Setting the hot pan on top of the stove, I scoop a cookie up with my spatula and then grab it withmy hand.It s hot as hell so I toss it from hand to hand, little bits of boiling chocolate sticking to myskin.I take a tiny bite burning the hell out of my tongue and top of my mouth and drop my cookieon the floor, but not before I am rewarded by a big dribble of chocolate down my chin and onto my t-shirt.Of course, that is when the doorbell decides to ring.Licking my fingertips, I walk into the living room and look through the peephole.Matt stands theregazing at the floor, looking so very perfect with his hair windblown and his sun-kissed skin.He scasual in a navy blue t-shirt, faded jeans, and black Chuck-Ts.He looks young and edible.I open the door, and he glances up.I amend my earlier statement.He actually looks like shit.Hiseyes are bloodshot, and he hasn t shaved in several days.Dark circles hover just under his eyes. You have chocolate on your chin, he says as he steps up to me and wipes it off with his thumb.He then sticks said thumb in his mouth and sucks the chocolate off.No matter how mad I am at Matt, that simple act practically causes me to moan. Can I come in? he asks.Nodding, I turn to walk into the kitchen and he follows.As I stoop to the floor to pick up mydropped cookie, he says, Is Macy here? No.She s at the gym, I respond, tossing the cookie carnage in the garbage.I make myself busyby taking the remaining cookies off the sheet with a spatula and placing them on a plate.When I m done, I turn to him and cross my arms over my chest. You look like hell, Matt.Did yougo on a bender or something?A guilty look flashes across his face. Actually& I did.I never drink like that, but I pretty muchstayed drunk Friday and Saturday. Did it help? No, he says quietly. It didn t help at all.I can t get you out of my mind.Matt sounds so forlorn that I can t help but be moved. I m sorry.His eyebrows shoot up. Sorry? You have nothing to be sorry for.I m the asshole.I have so muchto apologize for that I don t even know where to begin.My hope starts building again.Here is Matt& standing in my apartment and telling me he s sorry.This is a man that rarely apologizes& for anything.I feel the burning need to let him off the hookquickly, my evil plans to make him grovel completely abandoned. Matt, I say gently. It s okay.I understand what was driving you.I actually get a little dizzy when Matt walks up to me, standing toe to toe.He smells so good, andhis eyes are glowing golden.Both of his hands come up to frame my face, his long fingers circling tothe back of my head to hold me in place& to make sure my eyes stay on him. No, it s not okay, Mac.I have to make up for this, and I m hoping that I haven t messed things upso badly that you won t let me start over by taking you out on a date.I want to give you what youwant.At least, I want to try to give it to you& if you ll let me [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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