Page 6 of Lynx
I need to tell her how I feel.
The toast in the oven starts to smell just right. I open the door a little and turn the heat down. The eggs are coming along nicely, too. Another couple of minutes and I’ll have made a feast fit for a queen. My queen.
But what if she doesn’t feel the same way as me?
She drove up here to get my signature. To seal the deal on a multi-million dollar piece of legal mumbo jumbo. It’s clear she cares about her career. Does she care about it more than she cares about being with me? Am I reading too much into it?
I’ve been alone in the mountains for so long now. Maybe what I think is love, is actually just a build-up of carnal desire, and Rachel just happens to be the curvy bombshell standing before me as it boils over.
No, that can’t be right. I know what passion feels like. I know what love feels like, too. And this is the real deal.
I get the toast out of the oven before it burns. It’s hot, but I do it without scolding my fingers. Decades of hard labor have made the skin on my hands tough.
Then, putting everything on two large plates, I pick it up, along with our coffees, and head back into the main room of the cabin.
After we eat, I’m gonna lay down the law. I’m going to tell her she’s mine.
But, just as I go to walk through the door, I hear Rachel talking. She’s on the phone.
“Yes,” she says. “That’s right. I’m here right now.”
I linger out of sight, listening in on her conversation. More to give her a moment of privacy, than to eavesdrop.
“Yes, sir. I really went above and beyond,” she continues. “I’ll be back in a couple of days with the signature. I promise.”
Anger builds up inside me. I breathe ten long, deep breaths to stop myself from throwing the fucking plates against the wall.
She’s been using me.
I can’t believe I’ve been this stupid.
She said it right from the beginning. She wasn’t going to leave here without getting exactly what she wants. And what she wants is my damn signature on that stupid will.
“Yes, I’ll do whatever it takes. I realize this is important.”
I peek my head around the corner of the door. She’s still naked. Bending over the side of the couch, rummaging through her bag as she speaks into her phone.
Her ass looks amazing.
Even though I know she’s just honey trapped me, it doesn't stop me from wanting to run my fingers over her sultry flesh. To sink my teeth into her tender skin as the sun spreads out across her big bare bottom.
I knock my foot against a cabinet, warning her that I’m about to come through the door.
She says goodbye as quickly as possible and flings her phone back in her bag.
She smiles at me. Nervously. I can tell by the way she looks at me, she’s trying to work out if, and how much I might have heard of her conversation.
But, I grew up playing poker. I keep my face flat. A cold stone wall of silent rage.
Her eyes take in the food on the plates I’m holding, and then they fall to my groin.
She runs her tongue over her lips. Licking her teeth while she looks at my cock.
“Out here,” I say, nodding towards the front door. “I always eat outside.”
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Rachel
