Those Blue Eyes

Chap. 33: Sooner Or Later

(Couple Picture of Evan Taylor & Brooke Adams Above)
          

           After the powwow went down between the guys and us, they all left. And to make it all worst, Evan drove me home shortly after they left. He hardly spoke and when he did, he sounded annoyed and angry. Still being a gentleman, he walked me to my apartment door.
             At first Evan didn't say much, just stood there in silence as I struggled to open my apartment door.
              "Baby, please don't be mad at me." I say softly, knowing it won't help. "I was just embarrassed and I wanted to forget it even happened. I knew you'd be angry even though you can't do anything about it. I just didn't want you to—"
                 Suddenly, his hands grab my face and his lips press harshly against mine. I am pushed up against my apartment door. Evan kisses me roughly, light grunts escaping him as he pins me against the wall. I get so lost in the wonderfulness of it all. The kiss is so possessive and rough, yet it feels safe and secure. I smile into the kiss.
           Evan lets me go, panting heavily. He quickly flies back and bumps against the wall. His blue eyes are wild, stormy. He wipes his lips.
           Evan straightens up. "I'll see you at work."
            I nod to him, panting as well. Damn. That was SO good. I don't think Evan has ever kissed me so possessively like that before. It felt good.
            The 37-year-old 100% hunk of beef walks to the elevator and leaves. I step inside my apartment door. All I can think is, what the hell was that about?
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        Evan was rough on me for the entire day at work. He was grouchy and very snippy with me, grumbling when I came in to talk about his important calls or book signings. He would flick his wrist at me, indicating he was busy a lot. Damn, I screwed up bad yesterday. I'm beginning to wonder if he's still throwing that party tomorrow. I doubt it from the looks of now.
                 As I look through the people who need to be at the book signing, I check off Evan and Roberta Stanley. Then I see one terrifying name: Robert Thomas Taylor aka Bob. Shit! Should I go and tell Evan? Or should I handle this on my own? I look into Evan's office and he's in a deep conversation on his office phone. I bite my lip unhappily. I turn on my heels and slowly walk towards Mr. Taylor's office.
            Taking a deep breath in, I knock on the door. I hear a small "come in". Nervous, I open his office door and take one step inside.
                "Mr. Taylor, I just wanted to remind you of Tuesday's book signing. I know you are full aware of the extra essential details." I push my glasses up from the tip of my nose.
                 Mr. Taylor barely even looks up at me. So I begin to step out and close the door. But then he begins to talk.
                 "I noticed this morning as I was making the shit coffee they have here that you and Evan didn't come in together. Like you usually do." Bob finally looks up at me, "Trouble in paradise?"
                   "We really shouldn't discuss personal matters while at work, Mr. Taylor. It distracts us from doing our jobs—" But I get cut off.
                   "You sure wormed your way back into my office, didn't you?" Bob says sharply, a wicked smile on his aging face. "It's no surprise you had to use the tool between your legs, but still. What did you do, huh? A blow job? Let him do anal? Or how about even a lap dance?"
                   "That's really inappropriate, Mr. Taylor." I say firmly, "You need to check yourself. My boss—"
                     "But you're the real boss, aren't you? You're in full control." Mr. Taylor adds, "Just how you like it."
                     I turn and walk out.